<?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-3388295099389405725</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:24:32.195-06:00</updated><category term='picnic'/><category term='park'/><category term='family'/><title type='text'>Mommy Musings and More</title><subtitle type='html'>My mouth is filled with your praise, 
declaring your splendor all day long.    
Psalm 71:8</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PraiseMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123417354764881066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TKy7Z0gkf7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ckIXidxOp7Q/S220/DSC_0094.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388295099389405725.post-2761932460578330095</id><published>2011-02-02T19:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T19:17:42.117-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise Him for a stocked kitchen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Taste and see that the LORD is good; blessed is the one who takes refuge in him.&amp;nbsp; Psalm 34:8&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our "lock-in" today, we made a new craft.&amp;nbsp; This was a group project:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut the middle out of a paper plate.&amp;nbsp; Then I helped the girls draw hearts on black, red, pink, and purple card stock.&amp;nbsp; After they cut them all out, I stapled the bigger ones around the plate.&amp;nbsp; Then Emerson helped me glue the smaller hearts onto the bigger ones.&amp;nbsp; I tied a piece of ribbon at the top and voila!&amp;nbsp; We now have a nice Valentine wreath!&amp;nbsp; We chose to hang it inside since it would most likely fall apart in about an hour outside in this weather.&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/_xiPDK261Al0/TUn_c0TbfGI/AAAAAAAAANQ/X9aEqd0D5t4/s1600/101_5183.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TUn_c0TbfGI/AAAAAAAAANQ/X9aEqd0D5t4/s320/101_5183.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we used the privilege of our free time, to make a new recipe for lunch.&amp;nbsp; Everyone here likes to bake, so I found a recipe online for Ham and Cheese Scones (&lt;a href="http://recipes.slides.kaboose.com/305-20-quick-easy-lunch-recipes"&gt;http://recipes.slides.kaboose.com/305-20-quick-easy-lunch-recipes&lt;/a&gt;).&amp;nbsp; The kids enjoyed helping me make these.&amp;nbsp; It was a perfect choice for us because I had all of the ingredients on hand.&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/_xiPDK261Al0/TUoABzW06WI/AAAAAAAAANY/VxATRj9doR8/s1600/101_5187.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TUoABzW06WI/AAAAAAAAANY/VxATRj9doR8/s320/101_5187.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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TUoAJFx8JkI/AAAAAAAAANc/WwGRXX3E4bI/s1600/101_5189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TUoAJFx8JkI/AAAAAAAAANc/WwGRXX3E4bI/s320/101_5189.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/_xiPDK261Al0/TUn_7Tea8XI/AAAAAAAAANU/MVP5yXq_548/s1600/101_5190.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TUn_7Tea8XI/AAAAAAAAANU/MVP5yXq_548/s320/101_5190.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the scones were ready, we enjoyed them with a yummy apple treat...apple slices that the kids used toothpicks to dip in honey, and then rice crispies.&amp;nbsp; I got this idea online too.&amp;nbsp; It was a big hit!&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/_xiPDK261Al0/TUoAqjReedI/AAAAAAAAANk/40o_qqnfa1U/s1600/101_5195.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TUoAqjReedI/AAAAAAAAANk/40o_qqnfa1U/s320/101_5195.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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TUoAlH5lJ-I/AAAAAAAAANg/WJdVu8mfgPY/s1600/101_5197.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TUoAlH5lJ-I/AAAAAAAAANg/WJdVu8mfgPY/s320/101_5197.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else of much excitement has been going on since yesterday other than what anyone would expect with four small children (and me) going stir crazy.&amp;nbsp; Now for tomorrow....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388295099389405725-2761932460578330095?l=praisemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/feeds/2761932460578330095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2011/02/praise-him-for-stocked-kitchen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/2761932460578330095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/2761932460578330095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2011/02/praise-him-for-stocked-kitchen.html' title='Praise Him for a stocked kitchen.'/><author><name>PraiseMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123417354764881066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TKy7Z0gkf7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ckIXidxOp7Q/S220/DSC_0094.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TUn_c0TbfGI/AAAAAAAAANQ/X9aEqd0D5t4/s72-c/101_5183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388295099389405725.post-5891296822737573448</id><published>2011-02-01T10:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T10:51:39.281-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise Him for ideas.  Give me more Lord!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The breath of God produces &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;ice, and the broad waters become frozen.&amp;nbsp; Job 37:10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...what has been happening since my long ago last post?&amp;nbsp; Snow, snow, snow, ice, no school, snow, ice, ice, and lots more of no school.&amp;nbsp; As I type this, we are holed up inside yet again.&amp;nbsp; Just so glad my husband decided to work from home.&amp;nbsp; He was dressed and ready to go, but it just didn't happen, and for that I am grateful.&amp;nbsp; Also a praise is that everyone is healthy!&amp;nbsp; (Well, except me...I have some throat thing going on and I'm thinking it might be strep, but that's OK.&amp;nbsp; I can handle me being sick a lot better than the kids being sick.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we made a Valentine craft while Owen had his little morning catnap.&amp;nbsp; Thought I'd share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using a cookie sheet as our work service, I had the kids sprinkle red, purple, and white crayon shavings onto a heart shaped piece of wax paper.&amp;nbsp; Then we used another heart on top.&amp;nbsp; I put a paper towel over that and used a medium hot iron to press down and melt the crayon.&amp;nbsp; Then they wrote their names on them in permanent marker.&amp;nbsp; I tied them on ribbons and taped them over our kitchen windows.&amp;nbsp; Whenever we have sun again, it should be pretty shining through the colorful hearts.&amp;nbsp; The kids had fun and it took minimal, supplies, effort, and time.&amp;nbsp;&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/_xiPDK261Al0/TUg4qCditRI/AAAAAAAAAMk/eat1G07hIrk/s1600/101_5178.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TUg4qCditRI/AAAAAAAAAMk/eat1G07hIrk/s320/101_5178.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/_xiPDK261Al0/TUg4xjJBJhI/AAAAAAAAAMo/BFJnqeWg6Rg/s1600/101_5181.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TUg4xjJBJhI/AAAAAAAAAMo/BFJnqeWg6Rg/s320/101_5181.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/_xiPDK261Al0/TUg406Rkg0I/AAAAAAAAAMs/9lhMAn8wkbs/s1600/101_5180.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TUg406Rkg0I/AAAAAAAAAMs/9lhMAn8wkbs/s320/101_5180.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure we will be stuck in the house again a lot this week, so I will have to think of some more crafts.&amp;nbsp; If I come up with anything good, I'll share them later.&amp;nbsp; Stay warm everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388295099389405725-5891296822737573448?l=praisemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/feeds/5891296822737573448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2011/02/praise-him-for-ideas-give-me-more-lord.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/5891296822737573448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/5891296822737573448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2011/02/praise-him-for-ideas-give-me-more-lord.html' title='Praise Him for ideas.  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I will take away sickness&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;from among you...&amp;nbsp; Exodus 23:25&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a very looooooong week.&amp;nbsp; After Brian had to work last Saturday, he started back to class on Monday.&amp;nbsp; The snow days on Tuesday and Wednesday would have been great, except for the other challenges that appeared this week. Owen started teething (four teeth trying to come in on top).&amp;nbsp; After that, he started getting sick, then really sick.&amp;nbsp; I took him to the doctor and he tested positive for RSV.&amp;nbsp; He's on 3 meds that should help to prevent his bronchiolitis from getting worse, but there's really not anything we can do for the actual virus.&amp;nbsp; I was told he could run a fever for four days.&amp;nbsp; This is day two of the fever and it has been about an average of 102 with us alternating the ibuprofen and Tylenol every three hours.&amp;nbsp; The doctor also said that he would probably have symptoms (cough, congestion, etc.) for two or maybe even three weeks.&amp;nbsp; He will not be contagious that whole time, just up until 24 hours after the fever ends.&amp;nbsp; I'm praying fervently that with religious hand washing and hand sanitizer, I can keep the other children from getting sick.&amp;nbsp; From the information the pediatrician gave me, it looks like they will probably be ok since they are over two and have probably already been exposed to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs009.ash2/33831_1771399654228_1516354567_31983891_3124019_s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs009.ash2/33831_1771399654228_1516354567_31983891_3124019_s.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've enjoyed having Brian home tonight.&amp;nbsp; Owen fell asleep on him before dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1396.snc4/164813_1772083111314_1516354567_31985000_3951297_s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1396.snc4/164813_1772083111314_1516354567_31985000_3951297_s.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really sweet until he woke up and threw up all over both of them.&amp;nbsp; He's in bed now, but I get the feeling that we will not be sleeping any more tonight than we did last night, which wasn't much. Unfortunately Brian has to work this entire 3-day weekend too, so I will continue to fly solo.&amp;nbsp; He's had to work quite a few Saturdays this past couple of months, but that's actually not usually a part of his job.&amp;nbsp; There has been a bunch of bank merger testing, etc. that has to be done on the weekend.&amp;nbsp; He may even have to travel in Feb. for this, but I'm praying not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog is titled "Praise Him for..." for a reason, and so, although it has been a terrifically challenging week, I am happy to share the many things for which I will praise the Lord:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;No one else has gotten sick.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Owen's oxygen percentage has not gotten so low that he would have to be hospitalized. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The rest of Brian's school semester, though challenging, will seem like "cake" after this past week!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As we have been stuck in the house a LOT this week, I have saved money on gas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have really been enjoying my quiet time with the Lord this week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My nurse mom and PA sister have helped this week to put my mind at ease, provide advice, and willingly listen to my concerns for Owen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friends have helped me by transporting Sydney from school and both girls to church activities this week so that I wasn't forced to take Owen out as much.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My friend, Mary, and I were able to meet this week to discuss plans for the new women's ministry we are privileged to lead.&amp;nbsp; I can't wait to see what God is going to do!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will thank God in advance for healing Owen from his illness, and praise Him that it is not something more serious.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388295099389405725-1606137496443759570?l=praisemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/feeds/1606137496443759570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2011/01/praise-him-for-healing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/1606137496443759570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/1606137496443759570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2011/01/praise-him-for-healing.html' title='Praise Him for healing.'/><author><name>PraiseMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123417354764881066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TKy7Z0gkf7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ckIXidxOp7Q/S220/DSC_0094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388295099389405725.post-7325740127692550190</id><published>2010-12-16T15:12:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T18:59:18.045-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise Him for the season.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord.&amp;nbsp; Luke 2:10-12&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span class="keywordresultextras"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke+2:10-12&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I haven't posted in a while, and on top of that, I'm going to be extra lazy and post a copy of my Christmas letter.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure most of my family and geographically distant friends have already received their copy, but for those that live nearby and didn't get one, it may be something mildly entertaining to read.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully after the holidays I will find time to get back into a more regular posting routine, but until then...praying you all have a merry Christmas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************************** &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/_xiPDK261Al0/TQp_cPpy2wI/AAAAAAAAAMc/08lTuBYiD4E/s1600/Christmas+card+2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TQp_cPpy2wI/AAAAAAAAAMc/08lTuBYiD4E/s320/Christmas+card+2010.jpg" width="314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dearest Family and Friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;This has been an exciting year of change and growth for our family.&amp;nbsp; We marvel at God’s provision and are grateful for His sovereignty.&amp;nbsp; We pray that you have also enjoyed evidence of these things in your own lives this past year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;January:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sydney began her first season of cheerleading through Upward Cheerleading at our church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Friends celebrated the approaching birth of our newest addition by throwing Erin a beautiful baby shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sydney, Avery, and Emerson enjoyed the Sibling Class at the hospital to prepare for the coming of our new baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;February:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Erin was scheduled to be induced on Feb. 22.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Owen Nathaniel decided to arrive early on Feb. 19 at a healthy 8 lb. 1 oz.&amp;nbsp; He appeared after only a few hours from Erin’s water breaking sporting a “barely there” white head of hair and winning the award for the largest baby feet in our family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mimi arrived in St. Louis shortly after Owen took his first breath.&amp;nbsp; She stayed for a little over a week and was, of course, a tremendous help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Owen became our “Glo-worm on steroids” as we endured 2 difficult weeks of severe jaundice and treatment on a Bili TX machine until it was finally decided that his condition was due to breast milk jaundice.&amp;nbsp; After switching to formula (a difficult transition for Erin) he improved rapidly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;March:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Avery turned four years old on March 8!&amp;nbsp; We celebrated with an Abby Cadabby birthday party in a spacious room at our church. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We enjoyed Sydney’s first grade musical at school, The Little Red Hen, in which she played a cow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Brian’s Aunt Barb came to visit for a week and a half.&amp;nbsp; She was great entertainment for the kids and had wonderful crafty ideas to share throughout her visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Erin returned to her part-time tutoring job on Tuesday/Thursday afternoons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Papa came to visit for almost a week and enjoyed spending time with all of his grandchildren, especially his newest one that we like to call “mini-Papa”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;April:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Granny came to visit for the Easter weekend in which we squeezed in lots of fun, including the traditional “Slumber Party” for her and the granddaughters in the basement where they watched&amp;nbsp; a movie, had manicures, ate lots of treats, and stayed up late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We celebrated Easter at our church and then enjoyed an indoor picnic (due to the wind).&amp;nbsp; We held our annual family Easter egg hunt while Owen observed from the comfort of his bouncy seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uncle Mathew, Aunt Jennifer, and Elias came to visit for a week.&amp;nbsp; We did lots of St. Louis “stuff” and enjoyed watching the cousins play together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aunt Lindsay came to visit for a long weekend so she could love on her nieces and nephews before her time in Basic Training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;May:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;On May 9, Owen was dedicated at our church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We enjoyed Avery’s preschool Spring program.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sydney and Avery participated in the Children’s Choir Musical at church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sydney completed first grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aunt Kendall and Uncle Justin came to visit for almost a week.&amp;nbsp; We enjoyed spending time with them and introducing Justin to St. Louis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;June:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sydney participated in the optional four-week, Monday to Thursday, Summer School program in our school district.&amp;nbsp; She enjoyed her classes including a music class, American Girl class, Reading with Computer Games, Math Games class, and Around the World geography/culture class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uncle Matt and Granny came for a summer visit.&amp;nbsp; Granny’s new IPad was a hit with the whole family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;July:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We traveled to the Blue Ridge Mountains in Georgia to visit with Mimi, Papa, Uncle Chris, Caleb, and Alyssa.&amp;nbsp; We had a blast celebrating a combined birthday party for all the upcoming birthdays, shopping, playing in the river, blowing bubbles, hiking to a waterfall, visiting the Atlanta Aquarium, and pigging out at the Varsity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We visited Uncle Terry and Aunt Barb in Atlanta and enjoyed the lake beach, roasting marshmallows in their yard, visiting an enormous indoor sandbox, shopping, and making homemade ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Erin had her gallbladder removed…not the most fun of the summer, but necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We stayed a long weekend at Lake Wappapello in a small cabin.&amp;nbsp; We enjoyed the lake beach, nature center, hiking, park playgrounds, and just the six of us spending time together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;August: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Emerson had his third birthday on Aug. 14!&amp;nbsp; We celebrated with a party at the Little Gym.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sydney started second grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Erin had a birthday on Aug. 22.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sydney turned seven years old on Aug. 26!&amp;nbsp; We celebrated with a sundae party at Mary’s Sweet Shoppe in Kimmswick where her guests enjoyed making their own sundaes and participating in a chocolate candy making class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sydney and Avery began their soccer season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Brian began his first semester in part-time law school at night, three nights a week, at St. Louis University.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;September:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Avery started Monday/Wednesday/Friday preschool at New Hope Preschool in Mrs. Lauber’s class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Owen had tubes put in his ears to help alleviate his many, many ear infections…we’re four for four in this area!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sydney, Avery, and Emerson started taking swimming lessons at the YMCA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sydney began piano lessons at our church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;October: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We visited Stuckmeyer’s Farm with friends to pick some pumpkins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Erin helped out at Sydney, Avery, and Emerson’s school Fall Parties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Brian had a birthday on Oct. 26.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We enjoyed the fall festival at Sydney’s school and the Trunk or Treat at church.&amp;nbsp; We had a Toy Story 3 cast this year:&amp;nbsp; Sydney was Jessie, Avery was Barbie in her blue exercise outfit, Emerson was Buzz Lightyear, and Owen was one of the squeaky toy green aliens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Grandpa came for a short weekend visit…it was fast but still so nice to see him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sydney and Avery began a 7-week session of gymnastics at the YMCA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;November:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Erin visited Lindsay and her family in Charlotte for a long weekend.&amp;nbsp; We enjoyed shopping, the Southern Christmas Show, a Girls’ Night Out, and catching up with each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mr. Dean attended Emerson’s&amp;nbsp; Grandparents/Special Person Day at preschool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We enjoyed Thanksgiving with Dean and Mary McCullough and 2 of their 3 children.&amp;nbsp; We had fun playing Banana Grams, coloring turkeys from hand tracings, learning Mr. Dean‘s crayon magic trick, and of course, eating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;December:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We had a Happy Birthday Jesus party with neighborhood friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We had a fun weekend visit with our friend, Jennifer, from Charlotte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We attended Emerson and Avery’s preschool Christmas program. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sydney and Avery participated in their Children’s Choir Christmas program at church entitled Operation Christmas Child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Brian took his finals and we look forward to a month of no classes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;We anticipate a fun weekend with Grandpa on Dec. 10 to Dec. 13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Erin will be traveling to Florida from Dec. 17 to Dec. 20 to attend Kendall’s graduation from PA school. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mimi and Papa will travel back with Erin to St. Louis to spend Christmas vacation with us!&amp;nbsp; We have plans to attend our church Christmas Eve service, go to Santa’s Magical Kingdom, go to a movie, shop, and play, play, play!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Throughout the year:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We enjoyed&amp;nbsp; parks, play dates, Grant’s Farm, the Science Center, Bible Studies, AWANA, choir, soccer, swimming, our new playground (a birthday gift for all four children from their parents and both sets of grandparents) and lots more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;We pray you are well and that you can see God at work in your lives (both the wonderful and the difficult times).&amp;nbsp; Know that you are loved and thought of this Christmas season! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;God Bless!&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/3388295099389405725-7325740127692550190?l=praisemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/feeds/7325740127692550190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2010/12/praise-him-for-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/7325740127692550190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/7325740127692550190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2010/12/praise-him-for-season.html' title='Praise Him for the season.'/><author><name>PraiseMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123417354764881066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TKy7Z0gkf7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ckIXidxOp7Q/S220/DSC_0094.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TQp_cPpy2wI/AAAAAAAAAMc/08lTuBYiD4E/s72-c/Christmas+card+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388295099389405725.post-7696289644516673638</id><published>2010-11-25T18:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T18:31:50.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise Him for His blessings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Surely your goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Psalm 23:6&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my word...I ate too much!!!&amp;nbsp; Why do I do this to myself every year?&amp;nbsp; I should have at least remembered to wear my stretchy pants.&amp;nbsp; We had a great Thanksgiving that we were blessed to share at a friend's house.&amp;nbsp; I hope you all enjoyed the holiday as much as I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things for which I am thankful for this year (the big and the small):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Savior!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My husband, children, family, and friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My husband's job.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My church.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Owen's first Thanksgiving!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brian is almost done with his first semester of law school...I won't think about how many he has left....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone in my house sleeps through the night.&amp;nbsp; Most of the time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Owen only has to be on formula for 3 more months.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 of the 4 children can play without constant supervision.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can fit in my clothes again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My brother and his wife are expecting twins!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My car is still working.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sydney is doing well in school this year, and she has a wonderful teacher.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Despite his ability to push the limits at home, Emerson is a stellar student at preschool.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My parents are coming for Christmas!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My children can still make me laugh, even at the end of a very hard day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can still make my children laugh, even at the end of a very hard day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After more than 12 years of marriage, my husband is still my best friend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;God is good!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388295099389405725-7696289644516673638?l=praisemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/feeds/7696289644516673638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2010/11/praise-him-for-his-blessings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/7696289644516673638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/7696289644516673638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2010/11/praise-him-for-his-blessings.html' title='Praise Him for His blessings.'/><author><name>PraiseMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123417354764881066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TKy7Z0gkf7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ckIXidxOp7Q/S220/DSC_0094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388295099389405725.post-7729720914871364390</id><published>2010-11-18T11:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T20:09:18.859-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise Him for a fun visit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20Chronicles+16:27&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Splendor and majesty are before him; strength and joy are in his dwelling place.&amp;nbsp; 1 Chronicles 16:27&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back from my trip Monday night, but it has taken me a while to have a chance to get on here.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to post some pics from my visit, although I will warn that I forgot my camera (typical of me), so most of them are from my phone therefore, not the best quality.&amp;nbsp; Some of them were shared from friends' cameras so those will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got in around 9:00 and waited just a little bit for Lindsay since my arrival coincided with drop-off time for my niece and nephew at school.&amp;nbsp; After she picked me up, we went to Panera (for my St. Louis friends...Bread Co.) and had breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lindsay and me at Panera (self portrait)...I'm on the right. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TOVbSjtRLDI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/gIW9zx6JXWI/s1600/pic+7.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TOVbSjtRLDI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/gIW9zx6JXWI/s320/pic+7.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Concord Mills Mall.&amp;nbsp; This is the mall I frequented the most when I lived in Charlotte, as it was an enormous indoor outlet mall and only 10 minutes from my house.&amp;nbsp; It was kind of weird shopping without at least one or two little people in tow.&amp;nbsp; Whenever I would try anything on, I would think my usual, "Hurry, hurry, hurry," but, then I would remind myself that I didn't need to hurry...no one was fussing at me impatiently or making all too candid comments about my body.&amp;nbsp; After the mall, we ate at a Mexican restaurant right by the mall, called Charanda's.&amp;nbsp; Lindsay had actually never been there before, but Brian and I ate there often.&amp;nbsp; It was YUM!&amp;nbsp; Then we headed to Lindsay's house where I took a tiny little nap before it was time to go get Caleb and Alyssa from school.&amp;nbsp; It was so good to see them.&amp;nbsp; That night we ate a nice dinner together and then after the kids went to bed, Lindsay, Chris, and I watched a movie together.&amp;nbsp; Then I went to bed and slept REALLY good. I even got to sleep until 8:30 the next morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday morning, Chris made pancakes for breakfast.&amp;nbsp; Then Lindsay and I went for a 3 mile walk.&amp;nbsp; The weather was perfect and the company was great.&amp;nbsp; Of course, we talked the whole time so it only seemed like a half-mile walk.&amp;nbsp; Then I played Mouse Trap with Alyssa (she won).&amp;nbsp; Lindsay and I got cleaned up and ready to go to the Southern Christmas Show.&amp;nbsp; It was so cool that this just happened to be going on while I visited.&amp;nbsp; I used to go every year when I lived in Charlotte, although I think I did miss it the last year I was there.&amp;nbsp; We were there from about 1:00 until almost 5:00 and we still didn't see everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lindsay and me at the Christmas show...I'm on the left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TOVUknSWxlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/DvPwhP7ZqYE/s1600/1113001322.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TOVUknSWxlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/DvPwhP7ZqYE/s320/1113001322.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed to Olive Garden for a Girls' Night.&amp;nbsp; It was so nice to see everyone and catch up.&amp;nbsp; We laughed a LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lindsay, Mandy, and her son, Dylan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TOVQxD2QgjI/AAAAAAAAALk/41yVus6srN8/s1600/PB120133.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TOVQxD2QgjI/AAAAAAAAALk/41yVus6srN8/s1600/PB120133.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lindsay, Dylan (what a cheese ball!), Mandy, and Melanie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TOVbUvwpF1I/AAAAAAAAAMY/oB-9NRDAkyo/s1600/pic+6.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TOVbUvwpF1I/AAAAAAAAAMY/oB-9NRDAkyo/s320/pic+6.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Amy, Jennifer, and me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TOVU3HxujGI/AAAAAAAAAME/XSDu_PhCtJY/s1600/1113001934.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TOVU3HxujGI/AAAAAAAAAME/XSDu_PhCtJY/s320/1113001934.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Melanie and me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TOVQyHbyUNI/AAAAAAAAALo/tiutoVdBzNk/s1600/PB120134.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TOVQyHbyUNI/AAAAAAAAALo/tiutoVdBzNk/s1600/PB120134.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't tell you what we were laughing about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TOVQzPX0FlI/AAAAAAAAALs/LX27_YYZYug/s1600/PB120136.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TOVQzPX0FlI/AAAAAAAAALs/LX27_YYZYug/s1600/PB120136.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lindsay and me...I'm on the right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TOVQz36YIyI/AAAAAAAAALw/Zy9o9UwimEc/s1600/PB120137.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TOVQz36YIyI/AAAAAAAAALw/Zy9o9UwimEc/s1600/PB120137.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amy and me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TOVQ0ikh3QI/AAAAAAAAAL0/B_1Hda3fZ40/s1600/PB120138.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TOVQ0ikh3QI/AAAAAAAAAL0/B_1Hda3fZ40/s1600/PB120138.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mandy, Dylan, and me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TOVQ1A7Gu5I/AAAAAAAAAL4/KElTRG9AiBc/s1600/PB120140.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TOVQ1A7Gu5I/AAAAAAAAAL4/KElTRG9AiBc/s1600/PB120140.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(from the left)&amp;nbsp; Amy, Jennifer, me, Lindsay, Dylan, Mandy, and Melanie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TOVQ124IKnI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5f5kBaf0b4c/s1600/PB120132.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TOVQ124IKnI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5f5kBaf0b4c/s1600/PB120132.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Lindsay and I got home, we stayed up too late talking, but it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we went to church.&amp;nbsp; It was very surreal being at my old church.&amp;nbsp; A lot has changed:&amp;nbsp; our old Sunday School class has dissolved, the pastor is different, the music minister is different....&amp;nbsp; It was very nice to see lots of old church friends, and in some ways it seemed like I hadn't even been gone, but the changes were there, and I wasn't at church with Brian and the kids.&amp;nbsp; It was weird being a "visitor" at a church I had attended for over ten years.&amp;nbsp; After church we ate Zaxby's (YUM!) then talked and took a nap.&amp;nbsp; Then I went to choir practice with Lindsay.&amp;nbsp; That proved to be similar to church...eerily the same but different.&amp;nbsp; That night we stayed up late talking again.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Caleb, Alyssa, and me before bedtime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TOVbT43JUtI/AAAAAAAAAMU/99fZVq5yQBk/s1600/pic+5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TOVbT43JUtI/AAAAAAAAAMU/99fZVq5yQBk/s320/pic+5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TOVQ0ikh3QI/AAAAAAAAAL0/B_1Hda3fZ40/s1600/PB120138.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TOVQ1A7Gu5I/AAAAAAAAAL4/KElTRG9AiBc/s1600/PB120140.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TOVQ124IKnI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5f5kBaf0b4c/s1600/PB120132.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On Monday after we took the kids to school (which was very emotional for me), we went to Starbucks's and met my friend Amy so that she could introduce us to her new adopted baby girl from China, Mia Grace.&amp;nbsp; It was so nice to see her.&amp;nbsp; Lindsay hadn't had a chance to meet her yet either as she had been gone all summer for Basic Training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lindsay and Mia Grace &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TOVU8jLNcAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/alVnyQyh__w/s1600/1115001000.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TOVU8jLNcAI/AAAAAAAAAMI/alVnyQyh__w/s320/1115001000.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mia Grace and me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TOVVBwpoToI/AAAAAAAAAMM/xhnFXNX3AR4/s1600/1115000958.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TOVVBwpoToI/AAAAAAAAAMM/xhnFXNX3AR4/s320/1115000958.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we mailed a box of Christmas presents to St. Louis since they wouldn't fit in my bag.&amp;nbsp; Then we ran some other errands.&amp;nbsp; We ate lunch at Kabuto's which was delicious as always. &amp;nbsp; All too quickly, it was time for me to be at the airport.&amp;nbsp; I was proud of Lindsay and myself for holding it together when we said good-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an awesome time, but it was also really good for me to see that, as much as I miss my Charlotte life, I don't "belong" there anymore.&amp;nbsp; I know I will still struggle with "homesickness" from time to time, but now I am even more certain that I am where I am supposed to be.&amp;nbsp; Now if I can just convince Chris and Lindsay to move here....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388295099389405725-7729720914871364390?l=praisemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/feeds/7729720914871364390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2010/11/praise-him-for-fun-visit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/7729720914871364390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/7729720914871364390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2010/11/praise-him-for-fun-visit.html' title='Praise Him for a fun visit!'/><author><name>PraiseMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123417354764881066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TKy7Z0gkf7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ckIXidxOp7Q/S220/DSC_0094.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TOVbSjtRLDI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/gIW9zx6JXWI/s72-c/pic+7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388295099389405725.post-2692004789005910599</id><published>2010-11-10T15:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T15:39:06.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise Him for His sovereignty.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2%20Samuel+7:29&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now be pleased to bless the house of your servant, that it may continue forever in your sight; for you, Sovereign Lord, have spoken, and with your blessing the house of your servant will be blessed forever.&amp;nbsp; 2 Samuel 7:29&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's finally almost here!&amp;nbsp; My trip to Charlotte is day after tomorrow!!! I leave very early on Friday morning.&amp;nbsp; I'll have to be up at 3 am to get ready and drive to the airport in time to park far away (cheaper parking) and then ride the shuttle.&amp;nbsp; Have you ever been so excited about something that when you thought about it, it made you feel like you could cry?&amp;nbsp; That's how excited I am.&amp;nbsp; I haven't been back to Charlotte since we moved here 2 years ago.&amp;nbsp; It seems weird to think we have lived here for that long since I still sometimes feel like I belong in Charlotte.&amp;nbsp; Don't get me wrong...I really like it here, and more importantly, I KNOW this is where God wants us to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I love about St. Louis (Arnold): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The cold winters/snow.&amp;nbsp; Those of you that know me well will find this hard to believe, but it really is true!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The variety of family friendly things to do (ie. great parks, museums, etc.).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My church!&amp;nbsp; First Baptist Arnold is probably the most important part of my life here.&amp;nbsp; I am so grateful for their leadership and mission-mindedness (is that a word?).&amp;nbsp; I also love being a part of the choir and my Sunday School class.&amp;nbsp; The children's department is also top-notch, and they offer so much for my kids.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everything is so close!&amp;nbsp; I could literally get to anywhere I need to be in less than 10 minutes (most places less than 5 minutes) except for the mall and my pediatrician's office which is a little bit further, but totally worth the drive.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The generous, caring, unselfish people that I have met.&amp;nbsp; I appreciate so much the friendships that I have made here.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brian's job.&amp;nbsp; He is so much happier in his job here and his boss is MUCH better.&amp;nbsp; We have also gotten to see a lot more of him these last 2 years...of course, that part has changed since he started law school, but we're adjusting!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My house/neighborhood. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Things I miss about Charlotte: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sister and her family...thus the main purpose of my trip to Charlotte!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; My friends.&amp;nbsp; I did not take for granted the blessing of the beautiful, close-knit relationships that Brian and I shared with our friends in Charlotte, and I don't know if I'll ever get over having to leave that.&amp;nbsp; These people have been through everything with us...job issues, infertility, the loss of our 3 precious babies that await us in heaven, the joy of welcoming 3 of our 4 children into the world, sick/hospitalized children, my own health problems/surgeries, some memorable vacations, and so much more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My church and choir (but as mentioned previously, FBCA has more than made up for this).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My pediatrician.&amp;nbsp; I have a really good pediatrician here but no one can compare to our doctor in Charlotte.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My babysitter.&amp;nbsp; Megann loved my children like they were her own family...she still does, even Owen, whom she's never actually met!&amp;nbsp; I wish I were rich so I could fly her here! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My job at Grace Academy.&amp;nbsp; This job was absolutely a gift from God.&amp;nbsp; I was able to teach part-time while my children stayed in the teacher's childcare room for FREE.&amp;nbsp; It was only 8-12 hours a week (depending on the year).&amp;nbsp; We were done by noon and did not work on Fridays.&amp;nbsp; Most of all, I worked with and for Christian people that were more like family to me than co-workers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The geography, and I mean this in more ways than one:&amp;nbsp; I loved being 3 hours or less away from the beach and the mountains.&amp;nbsp; I also loved being a day's drive from my family in Florida and my husband's in Pennsylvania.&amp;nbsp; It was still far away from them, but nothing compared to now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;My prediction is that after my trip I will feel two ways:&amp;nbsp; 1. sad that I have to say "good-bye" again, some of the most painful words I know, and 2. happy to be coming home to my family and my new life here in Arnold, Missouri.&amp;nbsp; I know God has a purpose for me here.&amp;nbsp; After two years, I'm still not quite sure what that is, but I am grateful for that purpose nonetheless!&amp;nbsp; I know that He is sovereign, and though His ways are not my own, and sometimes I may not understand them, they are best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388295099389405725-2692004789005910599?l=praisemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/feeds/2692004789005910599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2010/11/praise-him-for-his-sovereignty.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/2692004789005910599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/2692004789005910599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2010/11/praise-him-for-his-sovereignty.html' title='Praise Him for His sovereignty.'/><author><name>PraiseMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123417354764881066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TKy7Z0gkf7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ckIXidxOp7Q/S220/DSC_0094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388295099389405725.post-7932191648210132985</id><published>2010-11-04T14:18:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T20:08:21.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise Him for no condemnation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Therefore there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus.  Romans 8:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying 1 Corinthians 13 today...the "love is patient, love is kind...." part.  Yesterday was a frustrating day.  Mainly because I wasn't living out these verses.  My children were extra hyped up...don't know why, and by the time we got to the end of the evening, I had reached my limits.   Among other things, Emerson bit Owen on the foot while we were waiting in line to pick up Avery.  He got a spanking, which he deserved, but still makes me feel awful.  Then Avery couldn't find her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AWANA&lt;/span&gt; bag.  Emerson said, "There it is Avery," and picked it up to hand it to her.  It was upside down and everything fell out, so Avery had a melt-down right there in the middle of the walkway.  By the time we got to the car there was smoke coming out of my ears.  Emerson asked me, "Mommy are you mad?"  I proceeded to list all of the reasons why I was, indeed, mad.  Then we got home and instead of lovingly asking Emerson to stop being a frog and just walk up the stairs so we could get ready for bed, I snapped, "Emerson, stop that and get upstairs NOW."  Then I quickly got everyone in bed and went downstairs to wallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I could do that, I realized my brother had called, and so I called him back.  As soon as he asked me how I was, I burst into tears.  I told him how I felt like a failure, because I wasn't showing my kids Christ's love.  He reminded me that disciplining them is love, and he's right, but I know that I should have been more gentle and "long-suffering" when I dealt with them.  I'm grateful for my brother's listening ear and encouragement.  After talking to him, God gave me this verse as a reminder.  (It's not the first time either, but usually I hear it in my mother's voice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Therefore, there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus.   Romans 8:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about this.  Was God bringing this verse to mind because I was being too hard on myself, or was there more to it?  I decided to reread this section of scripture today and I've included it here:  (from Romans 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28118"&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Therefore, there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28119"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; because through Christ Jesus the law of the Spirit who gives life has set you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; free from the law of sin and death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28120"&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For what the law was powerless to do because it was weakened by the flesh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; God did by sending his own Son in the likeness of sinful flesh to be a sin offering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And so he condemned sin in the flesh, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28121"&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  in order that the righteous requirement of the law might be fully met  in us, who do not live according to the flesh but according to the  Spirit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28122"&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt; Those who  live according to the flesh have their minds set on what the flesh  desires; but those who live in accordance with the Spirit have their  minds set on what the Spirit desires. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28123"&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt; The mind governed by the flesh is death, but the mind governed by the Spirit is life and peace. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28124"&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt; The mind governed by the flesh is hostile to God; it does not submit to God’s law, nor can it do so. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28125"&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt; Those who are in the realm of the flesh cannot please God. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28126"&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt;  You, however, are not in the realm of the flesh but are in the realm of  the Spirit, if indeed the Spirit of God lives in you. And if anyone  does not have the Spirit of Christ, they do not belong to Christ. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28127"&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt; But if Christ is in you, then even though your body is subject to death because of sin, the Spirit gives life because of righteousness. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28128"&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt;  And if the Spirit of him who raised Jesus from the dead is living in  you, he who raised Christ from the dead will also give life to your  mortal bodies because of his Spirit who lives in you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28129"&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt; Therefore, brothers and sisters, we have an obligation—but it is not to the flesh, to live according to it. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28130"&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt;  For if you live according to the flesh, you will die; but if by the  Spirit you put to death the misdeeds of the body, you will live. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28131"&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For those who are led by the Spirit of God are the children of God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28132"&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  The Spirit you received does not make you slaves, so that you live in  fear again; rather, the Spirit you received brought about your adoption  to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sonship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And by him we cry, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Abba,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Father.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28133"&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Spirit himself testifies with our spirit that we are God’s children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28134"&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Now if we are children, then we are heirs—heirs of God and co-heirs  with Christ, if indeed we share in his sufferings in order that we may  also share in his glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WOW...okay, so I could take a lot of things away from this, but mostly I realized that because I KNOW that I am a child of God, lead by the Spirit, then I need to daily (even hourly) release my fleshly thoughts, actions, etc.  When I allow the flesh (my human nature) to drive my life, then I am not truly living the life that I now have in Jesus Christ, which basically isn't "living" at all!  Next time I feel overwhelmed with anger, irritation, impatience, whatever the case may be, I'm going to cry out to God, "Abba, Father," that he might indwell me with the ability to live "by the Spirit" and not "of the flesh."  I will remember that, "the mind governed by the Spirit is life and peace."  I want that, don't you!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388295099389405725-7932191648210132985?l=praisemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/feeds/7932191648210132985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2010/11/praising-him-for-no-condemnation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/7932191648210132985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/7932191648210132985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2010/11/praising-him-for-no-condemnation.html' title='Praise Him for no condemnation.'/><author><name>PraiseMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123417354764881066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TKy7Z0gkf7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ckIXidxOp7Q/S220/DSC_0094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388295099389405725.post-1381874880060054858</id><published>2010-10-29T19:16:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T21:25:54.769-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise Him for pumpkins.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Be exalted, O Lord, in your strength; we will sing and praise your might.  Psalm 21:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a crazy, busy week...what's new? Right?  Tuesday was Brian's birthday so we went to Chili's for dinner and then came home for dessert and presents. The cake was one I had never done before called "Divine Chocolate Raspberry Sour Cream Cake".  It tasted great, but I probably won't make it again...it has cream cheese icing and raspberry jam filling, and whenever I was trying to ice it with the chocolate icing, the top layer kept sliding all over the place because of the jam.  Also some of the jam and cream cheese icing just squished out and was dripping down the sides while I was trying to ice it.  Kind of frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TMt6lSynfDI/AAAAAAAAAKI/p5KralqX0tg/s1600/101_4721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TMt6lSynfDI/AAAAAAAAAKI/p5KralqX0tg/s320/101_4721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533651348272675890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TMt_ixHzN1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/V8jigqqNDCk/s1600/101_4724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TMt_ixHzN1I/AAAAAAAAAK4/V8jigqqNDCk/s320/101_4724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533656802433120082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was "Fall Party" day.  Avery and Emerson's preschool parties were from 10:30-11:30.  Their classes are across the hall from each other so we (Owen and I) went back and forth throughout.  I read/sang the book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There Was an Old Lady Who Swallowed a Bat&lt;/span&gt; to both classes.  Then from 2:00-3:00 my neighbor watched my napping kids so I could go help at Sydney's party.  I taught the craft to her class.  Then I had choir practice that evening.  Basically my voice is now just hanging on by a thread and it literally hurts to talk.  (Of course, I still talk too much anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emerson as Buzz Lightyear and Avery as the Toy Story 3 Barbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TMt6kWZLYsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-rhzRrxeoa4/s1600/101_4726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TMt6kWZLYsI/AAAAAAAAAJo/-rhzRrxeoa4/s320/101_4726.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533651332059849410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen as a Toy Story alien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TMt6kpF-PgI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zqKoIQ-__O4/s1600/101_4730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TMt6kpF-PgI/AAAAAAAAAJw/zqKoIQ-__O4/s320/101_4730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533651337079569922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney as Jessie (minus her hat).  This is when they are having a relay race with bubblegum that looked like eyeballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TMt9-o2mlEI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/YZctW0Z9Oqw/s1600/101_4747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TMt9-o2mlEI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/YZctW0Z9Oqw/s320/101_4747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533655082226586690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I took Emerson to the doctor to confirm my suspicions that he has a sinus infection.  Hopefully the antibiotics will kick in quickly and he will be feeling better soon.  After Brian got home we all went to Sam's.  This is always fun because we get to sample food!  After dinner, Brian helped the kids with their pumpkins.  He carved the biggest one into a spider.  Sydney, Avery, and Emerson colored two of them with markers.  I poked Mr. Potato Head pieces into the smallest one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TMt9-wicOpI/AAAAAAAAAKY/jQfjpFjvi9k/s1600/101_4761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TMt9-wicOpI/AAAAAAAAAKY/jQfjpFjvi9k/s320/101_4761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533655084289505938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TMt_kHm5u3I/AAAAAAAAALI/2PBbds-ckkY/s1600/101_4759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TMt_kHm5u3I/AAAAAAAAALI/2PBbds-ckkY/s320/101_4759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533656825649019762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TMt9_YJrttI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ZBjXQwLe9h8/s1600/101_4773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TMt9_YJrttI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ZBjXQwLe9h8/s320/101_4773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533655094923081426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TMt-AEJ_oCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/eyn5Hd-zAqQ/s1600/101_4783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TMt-AEJ_oCI/AAAAAAAAAKw/eyn5Hd-zAqQ/s320/101_4783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533655106735546402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TMt9_p7SuqI/AAAAAAAAAKo/rJPFzBdSvTY/s1600/101_4778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TMt9_p7SuqI/AAAAAAAAAKo/rJPFzBdSvTY/s320/101_4778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533655099694561954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TMt_jm0GU6I/AAAAAAAAALA/5IuOf8sxtLg/s1600/101_4786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TMt_jm0GU6I/AAAAAAAAALA/5IuOf8sxtLg/s320/101_4786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533656816846001058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late tonight, Grandpa comes in for a whirlwind visit on his way back to PA from a business trip in LA.  We're all very excited to spend time with him tomorrow and Sunday morning before he has to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388295099389405725-1381874880060054858?l=praisemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/feeds/1381874880060054858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2010/10/praise-him-for-pumpkins.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/1381874880060054858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/1381874880060054858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2010/10/praise-him-for-pumpkins.html' title='Praise Him for pumpkins.'/><author><name>PraiseMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123417354764881066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TKy7Z0gkf7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ckIXidxOp7Q/S220/DSC_0094.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TMt6lSynfDI/AAAAAAAAAKI/p5KralqX0tg/s72-c/101_4721.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388295099389405725.post-4366158980899142157</id><published>2010-10-23T22:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T22:59:44.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise Him for fall fun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TMOqVs0RAUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/c0dQNsLm5kU/s1600/101_4676.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;...[He] brings forth the wind from His treasuries.  Psalm 135: 7b &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to the pumpkin patch.  Last year it was chilly, really muddy from a very rainy month, and very crowded.  This year it was about 75 degrees, really dry (dusty) and windy, and still very crowded.  We went with friends of ours and their little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each child's highlight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney:  pulling the red wagon with Avery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TMOrI3eefdI/AAAAAAAAAJg/SIaELWKMsMU/s1600/101_4688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TMOrI3eefdI/AAAAAAAAAJg/SIaELWKMsMU/s320/101_4688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531452936160181714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery:  pulling the red wagon with Sydney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TMOqWB-CIGI/AAAAAAAAAJI/DJjCJN2ZI38/s1600/101_4692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TMOqWB-CIGI/AAAAAAAAAJI/DJjCJN2ZI38/s320/101_4692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531452062803566690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emerson:  dancing with the entertainment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TMOqWVs3DgI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/An27rcCGbOs/s1600/101_4700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TMOqWVs3DgI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/An27rcCGbOs/s320/101_4700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531452068100247042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen:  sitting on Daddy's shoulders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TMOqWtEWVnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Adscmatb7h0/s1600/101_4713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TMOqWtEWVnI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Adscmatb7h0/s320/101_4713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531452074372781682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friend's daughter:  playing in the dirt (I won't include a picture because I don't have her permission, but it was really cute.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun time.  I'm not sure when we'll actually get around to carving our pumpkins this year, but we will do it...even if it's the day before Halloween.  I'll be sure to share pictures of that later!  Until then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY FALL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TMOqVs0RAUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/c0dQNsLm5kU/s1600/101_4676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TMOqVs0RAUI/AAAAAAAAAJA/c0dQNsLm5kU/s320/101_4676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531452057125454146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388295099389405725-4366158980899142157?l=praisemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/feeds/4366158980899142157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2010/10/praise-him-for-fall-fun.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/4366158980899142157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/4366158980899142157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2010/10/praise-him-for-fall-fun.html' title='Praise Him for fall fun.'/><author><name>PraiseMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123417354764881066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TKy7Z0gkf7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ckIXidxOp7Q/S220/DSC_0094.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TMOrI3eefdI/AAAAAAAAAJg/SIaELWKMsMU/s72-c/101_4688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388295099389405725.post-6097435697667609458</id><published>2010-10-22T23:25:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T00:07:29.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise Him for growing up...but not too much.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Behold, children are a gift of the Lord, the fruit of the womb is a reward.  Psalm 127:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I took Sydney to her school's fall festival.  She seems so grown up when she's with her friends.  She was flitting around with them as though I wasn't even there.  I guess that's good, she's getting more independent.  She didn't even want to eat her nachos!  (So of course, I ate them...along with my chili and hot dog.)  It made me kind of sad to see her getting so big and seeing a glimpse of her school "life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to see her growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's right to see her growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's HARD to see her growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney did a lot of the games and the bounce house and then she wanted to do the "Haunted Hallway" upstairs.   I know Sydney.  She gets scared easily.  I asked her about 5 times if  she really wanted to do the "Haunted Hallway."  She insisted that she  did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I describe the hall, let me just say, it really was not scary.  It actually sounds scarier when I describe it than it actually was.  I mean, seriously, it's elementary school.  Plus, many of you know that sometimes I can be a little overprotective, but I really thought it would be fine.  Basically the fifth and sixth grade hall was decorated and dark.  Before we even got in, there was a warning sign that said there would be loud music and strobe lights.  There was bubble wrap on the floor to make surprise popping noises as we walked through.  There were also people dressed up in costumes (nothing that scary, just dark clothes, and some people had on plastic masks...not scary ones).  They would step out in front of us and say things like, "Don't go on," or, "Turn back now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through, Sydney got scared and started crying.  I felt bad.  I wanted her to have a good time.  I should have convinced her that she wouldn't like the "Haunted Hallway" beforehand.  I picked her up and carried her the rest of the way through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's still my baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388295099389405725-6097435697667609458?l=praisemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/feeds/6097435697667609458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2010/10/praise-him-for-growing-upbut-not-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/6097435697667609458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/6097435697667609458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2010/10/praise-him-for-growing-upbut-not-too.html' title='Praise Him for growing up...but not too much.'/><author><name>PraiseMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123417354764881066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TKy7Z0gkf7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ckIXidxOp7Q/S220/DSC_0094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388295099389405725.post-4810606515331274548</id><published>2010-10-18T12:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T13:01:44.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise him for "childish" encouragement.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lord sends poverty and wealth; he humbles and he exalts.  1 Samuel 2:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen was up crying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; night long...needless to say, I didn't get much sleep.  I took him to the doctor, just to make sure his new tubes weren't clogged.  They were fine, and a strep test came back negative.  I guess it's just a virus.  Hopefully tonight will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, Owen pulled on my necklace that has my little gold/jewel people to represent each of the kids.  (My mom made it for me...THANKS MOM!)  Anyway, the little "Owen" came off when he pulled on it and I couldn't find it anywhere.  Avery and Emerson were helping me look for it.  I looked in my shirt, all over Owen and in his clothes, and every place I had been since we got home from preschool and couldn't find it.  I was really trying not to cry...I was so upset that it was missing.  Emerson kept trying to scold Owen, "Owen, you don't be crazy and pull Mommy's necklace.  That's expensive!"  It was cute, but I told him that it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, Owen didn't understand.  I gave up looking after a while and went to put Owen in the high chair.  I think Avery could tell I was upset.  She said, "Mommy, never give up." I said, "Thanks, honey, you're right."  I'm not kidding you, 2 seconds after she said that, the necklace fell on the floor from somewhere on the high chair!  Isn't that COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm off to clean (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;) and try to take a little nap so I can manage the rest of the day without falling asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388295099389405725-4810606515331274548?l=praisemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/feeds/4810606515331274548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2010/10/praise-him-for-childish-encouragement.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/4810606515331274548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/4810606515331274548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2010/10/praise-him-for-childish-encouragement.html' title='Praise him for &quot;childish&quot; encouragement.'/><author><name>PraiseMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123417354764881066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TKy7Z0gkf7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ckIXidxOp7Q/S220/DSC_0094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388295099389405725.post-5980815509261402990</id><published>2010-10-14T20:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T21:00:23.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise Him for mole hills.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Send forth your light and your truth, let them guide me; let them bring me to your holy mountain, to the place where you dwell.  Psalm 43:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a little overwhelmed today.  It happens at least once a week, usually on Thursdays.  I think I've got it figured out...it's a busy day, plus it's Brian's last school night of the week.  TGIF has taken on a whole new meaning for me over the last few months.  I think typing up a list of the things that are overwhelming me will help me to put it into perspective, so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1.  dog hair&lt;br /&gt;   2.  clean laundry to fold&lt;br /&gt;   3.  haven't eaten dinner&lt;br /&gt;   4.  bills&lt;br /&gt;   5.  Avery's preschool journal&lt;br /&gt;   6.  banana bread&lt;br /&gt;   7.  I stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now....let's see if I can explain each one, and in the process, relieve the "overwhelmed" feeling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1.  dog hair - The dog is so overdue for a grooming that she's starting to leave little pieces of herself all over the place.  It's disgusting.  I'm especially aware of it because Owen is always on the floor.  Also, when Emerson put his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;clean &lt;/span&gt;shirt on this morning, there was a ball of dog hair stuck to his back.  I try to keep up with the vacuuming, but Bonnie is shedding so rapidly that I can't keep up.  However, I have a dog grooming appointment for Saturday.  That's only 2 days away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TLe1eUDmMMI/AAAAAAAAAI4/B-4eEGsk_VA/s1600/101_1710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TLe1eUDmMMI/AAAAAAAAAI4/B-4eEGsk_VA/s320/101_1710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528086600005071042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   2.  clean laundry to fold - Hey, at least it's clean!&lt;br /&gt;   3.  haven't eaten dinner - True, but I did eat a pecan pumpkin cheesecake concrete from Culver's at about 4:00 this afternoon, so maybe I just need to skip dinner tonight!&lt;br /&gt;   4.  bills - This one's always a biggie.  I may as well just ignore this one altogether because there isn't anything I can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;   5.  Avery's preschool journal - Avery got the class "mascot" this week, an elephant.  She also brought home 3 extra elephants for Sydney, Emerson, and Owen to play with.  The "homework" is to write about their visit together.  I always feel pressure to make this enjoyable to read, because I know the teacher reads it to the class.  Also, everyone else gets a turn with the elephant and the journal (more than once a year), and I'm sure the parents read all the other entries...I know I do.  It's amazing what you can learn from these entries, so I just want ours to be good.  This is just my "nerd" coming out, as my husband would say.  I will relax and write a brief summary of our week with the elephant herd.  No need to make mountains out of mole hills!&lt;br /&gt;   6.  banana bread - Ever since I read a friend's blog where she gives a great recipe for banana bread, I have had a craving.  I also have some way over-ripe bananas so I might as well make good use of them.  That being said...I'm too tired to do it tonight.  Instead, I will wait until Sydney and Avery are in school tomorrow and Owen is napping. Then Emerson and I can do it together.  Oh wait, I just remembered...a friend's coming over for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;playdate&lt;/span&gt; at that time.   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;AAAAHHH&lt;/span&gt;!  I'm thinking about all that dog hair again!  Breathe, Erin.  She has two dogs.  She doesn't care.&lt;br /&gt;   7.  I stink. - I will make this a priority.  I need a bath.  But, hey, at least I got some exercise today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do feel better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388295099389405725-5980815509261402990?l=praisemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/feeds/5980815509261402990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2010/10/praise-him-for-mole-hills.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/5980815509261402990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/5980815509261402990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2010/10/praise-him-for-mole-hills.html' title='Praise Him for mole hills.'/><author><name>PraiseMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123417354764881066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TKy7Z0gkf7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ckIXidxOp7Q/S220/DSC_0094.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TLe1eUDmMMI/AAAAAAAAAI4/B-4eEGsk_VA/s72-c/101_1710.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388295099389405725.post-6052679128808020016</id><published>2010-10-12T14:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T14:42:18.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise Him for His patience.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Lord upholds all who fall and lifts up all who are bowed down.  Psalm 145:14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking about Owen and how hard he has been trying to crawl.  Something about his struggle really made me think of myself.  First, let me explain what he's been doing...he's been trying to crawl for over a month now.  He gets into almost a perfect position and gets really excited.  He just can't get his one foot to come out from under his tush.  He struggles for a while and then ends up on his stomach.  If I help him get his foot out from under him before he does the tummy flop, then he looks like he'd be ready to go.  However, in a matter of seconds he picks that foot up so that he's on one knee and the toes of his other foot and then pushes backwards into a sitting position.  Then he yells in frustration, because not only did he not crawl, but he has pushed himself further away from where he wanted to go.  This is the part that reminds me of myself.  Sometimes I think I'm trying so hard to "get" somewhere in my life (figuratively speaking).  I can even feel the Lord nudging me in the right direction and whispering to my soul, "Do it this way."  Unfortunately, a lot of times I am so stubborn and determined to do it my way that I just end up further from where I want to be.  Thankfully, God is patient, and eventually I figure out what He's been trying to show me all along.  Having said that, I know Owen will get the crawling thing one day, and then, there will be no stopping him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388295099389405725-6052679128808020016?l=praisemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/feeds/6052679128808020016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2010/10/praise-him-for-his-patience.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/6052679128808020016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/6052679128808020016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2010/10/praise-him-for-his-patience.html' title='Praise Him for His patience.'/><author><name>PraiseMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123417354764881066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TKy7Z0gkf7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ckIXidxOp7Q/S220/DSC_0094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388295099389405725.post-1300111834193609563</id><published>2010-10-09T09:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T09:43:24.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise Him for strength.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lord is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and I am helped.  My heart leaps for joy and I will give thanks to him in song.  Psalm 28:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night Brian took Emerson to see Team Impact at our church.  This is a group of very muscled men that use their strength to do amazing things as they lead others to Christ.  They have been here since Wednesday doing nightly shows through this coming Sunday.  Emerson has been looking forward to going to see the "strong men" for weeks.  Brian's friend, Josh and his son, Austin, joined them.  Apparently they had a great time, and both the show and Austin left quite an impression on Emerson.  The first thing he said this morning was, "I saw strong men last night."  Then he told me he was sad that Austin wasn't here.  Brian said last night when he tucked Emerson in for bed, Emerson said very matter-of-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;factly&lt;/span&gt;, "Daddy I'm not a strong man."  Brian told him, "You will be."  It's just so funny, because we always tell Emerson that he is a strong man, and now that he's seen these huge muscle men, I think he's questioning our honesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TLB8Afn3InI/AAAAAAAAAIw/TqEf8Zjw3Og/s1600/1008002018a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TLB8Afn3InI/AAAAAAAAAIw/TqEf8Zjw3Og/s320/1008002018a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526053090714133106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TLB7_KN3mEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Buv7-TQ46iI/s1600/1008001925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TLB7_KN3mEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Buv7-TQ46iI/s320/1008001925.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526053067788097602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TLB7-RFMAdI/AAAAAAAAAIg/OMYUr2WilfY/s1600/1008001856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TLB7-RFMAdI/AAAAAAAAAIg/OMYUr2WilfY/s320/1008001856.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526053052450865618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388295099389405725-1300111834193609563?l=praisemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/feeds/1300111834193609563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2010/10/praise-him-for-strength.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/1300111834193609563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/1300111834193609563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2010/10/praise-him-for-strength.html' title='Praise Him for strength.'/><author><name>PraiseMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123417354764881066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TKy7Z0gkf7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ckIXidxOp7Q/S220/DSC_0094.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TLB8Afn3InI/AAAAAAAAAIw/TqEf8Zjw3Og/s72-c/1008002018a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388295099389405725.post-2102414786617417159</id><published>2010-10-07T20:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T21:36:19.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise Him for bedtime.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;On my bed I remember you; I think of you through the watches of the night.  Psalm 63:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can probably guess from my post title, I'm beat!  This has actually been a pretty typical day for me, but I didn't sleep that great last night, so I'm even more wiped out than I usually am at the end of the day.  It was a good day, though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my flu shot this morning.  The nurse at the Walgreen's took mercy on me waiting with 3 kids.  She asked the two "sick" appointments that were ahead of me if they wouldn't mind waiting for 5 minutes more while I got my flu shot.  Both the young girl and older lady that she asked were happy to oblige.  I'm guessing they realized that it would probably be to all of our benefit to have me in and out of there with my entourage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been great, maybe even a little bit warmer than I like this time of year, but I won't complain knowing that soon enough we'll be freezing!  Avery and Emerson spent much of the morning outside on the playground.  Owen loves it too, but he has almost outgrown the "sitting on a blanket" stage.  He isn't quite crawling yet, but he tries.  Also, he spends his entire time pulling the blanket closer and closer to him until he can reach the grass.  If I get distracted for one second (which happens often), he ends up with a nice mouthful of dirt.  That being said, today I lugged our older pack and play outside and put it in the one shady spot in our yard, right next to the playground.  I gave him a few toys, but he was just so happy to be outside, I'm not sure he even needed them.  Avery and Emerson would climb up the playground and stand on the deck above him and talk to him.  He thought that was hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, I decided not to go to the YMCA before the kids' swimming lessons to work out like I usually do on Thursdays, mainly because I haven't felt that great today and my arm is sore from the flu shot.  I know...excuses, but I think those are pretty good ones.  Instead, after Sydney got home, we went up to Target, and I let everyone get a snack.  (This is a big treat for them.)  Then we wandered around looking at the Halloween decorations and trying to find red hairspray for Sydney to use when she is Jessie (from Toy Story 3).  No luck.  All we found were fluorescent colors.  She can't use it at school anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note:  This year for Halloween everyone is going to be a Toy Story 3 character.  Emerson will be Buzz Lightyear, Sydney will be Jessie, Avery will be Barbie (in her Toy Story 3 exercise outfit), and Owen is going to be one of the little green alien squeaky toys.  Emerson got his costume for his birthday, and I bought Owen's, but otherwise we are just using stuff we already had.  That's always nice on the pocketbook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to our day:  After our Target window shopping, we went up to the YMCA for swimming lessons.  Avery and Emerson are in a class of just the two of them in the baby pool and Sydney is in a class with four other kids in the bigger pool.  It's great because their classes meet at the exact same time, and while they swim, I feed Owen dinner poolside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TK57oy2DRdI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ZVqGTZy4gmc/s1600/101_4312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TK57oy2DRdI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ZVqGTZy4gmc/s320/101_4312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525489733603640786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TK57ookQ6vI/AAAAAAAAAII/EiOD0QUNd9Y/s1600/101_4309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TK57ookQ6vI/AAAAAAAAAII/EiOD0QUNd9Y/s320/101_4309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525489730844682994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TK57oZ1WkkI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cTV-YKSjBtQ/s1600/101_4303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TK57oZ1WkkI/AAAAAAAAAIA/cTV-YKSjBtQ/s320/101_4303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525489726889824834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TK57n-Ms5PI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QqkPTAa48Aw/s1600/101_4301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TK57n-Ms5PI/AAAAAAAAAH4/QqkPTAa48Aw/s320/101_4301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525489719471564018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TK584jDGINI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Zu3CcJaUkV0/s1600/101_4307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TK584jDGINI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Zu3CcJaUkV0/s320/101_4307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525491103752921298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we raced home for a quick dinner, bath, bedtime.  Whew!  As I type this it is after 8:30.  The boys and Avery went to bed a little after 7:30, and Sydney went to bed at 8.   This may sound early, but it is normal for my kiddos.  I have been thinking that everyone is sleeping soundly since then, but about a minute ago, Emerson broke out into his nightly concert.  Usually this includes, the "ABC" song, "Holy, holy, Hallelujah, He reigns..."(sung over and over), and "Jesus Loves Me".  Wait....he just stopped.  That was a short one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might go eat some dinner now.  Then I'll probably read while I wait for Brian.  This is an earlier school night for him.  (He should be home by 9:30.)  As tired as I am, I know it's probably worse for him, so it's pretty much lights out after we catch up for about 30 minutes.  Aaaah, bedtime...zzzzzzzzzzzzz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388295099389405725-2102414786617417159?l=praisemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/feeds/2102414786617417159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2010/10/prasie-him-for-bedtime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/2102414786617417159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/2102414786617417159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2010/10/prasie-him-for-bedtime.html' title='Praise Him for bedtime.'/><author><name>PraiseMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123417354764881066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TKy7Z0gkf7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ckIXidxOp7Q/S220/DSC_0094.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TK57oy2DRdI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/ZVqGTZy4gmc/s72-c/101_4312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388295099389405725.post-2147957039087133935</id><published>2010-10-06T15:10:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T15:35:51.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise Him for hobbies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Awake, my soul!  Awake, harp and lyre!  I will awaken the dawn.          Psalm 57:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been over a year since I last posted.  Getting pregnant with Owen and the ensuing months of morning sickness and exhaustion derailed me.  Since then it has been almost impossible to fit it back into my life.  What changed to allow me to try again?  Loneliness and boredom!  Brian started law school 2 months ago.  He goes 3 nights a week, not to mention all the work that he has to do outside of class.  It's been a major adjustment for me not to have my best friend around as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the obvious change of not having as much of Brian's help with the kids, I just miss him!  After two months, I do think I have fallen into a good pattern...it's called CRAZY BUSY!  It seems we have something going on almost every day.  However, when the kids go to bed and all the things that I have to get done have been finished (or at least the ones I can get motivated enough to do), I really have nothing to do.  Recently, during a much-needed girls' night with a sweet friend, I was sharing with her about this.  She suggested that I need to have a hobby.  Good idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past, my hobby has been to paint/decorate a space in my house, but there's really not anything left to do...plus that costs money.  Unfortunately, most hobbies do.  Then I thought about my blog.  It has been ignored for so long, I wasn't sure it would even be the same blog, but after a few days of using my very minimal knowledge of the blogging world to update my pics, etc. I have decided to try again!  I'm sure my large volume of followers from before will be thrilled!  (Insert sarcasm...I think I had 9 followers.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when I first started the blog the last time, it was really just to have an outlet and a way to focus on God's blessings in my life.  After a stressful year, I think it's even more important that I try to get back into a good spiritual perspective.  I can't promise my posts will always be uplifting, humorous, or even interesting, but I think it will serve it's purpose.  Maybe someone else can enjoy it along the way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388295099389405725-2147957039087133935?l=praisemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/feeds/2147957039087133935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-back.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/2147957039087133935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/2147957039087133935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-back.html' title='Praise Him for hobbies.'/><author><name>PraiseMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123417354764881066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TKy7Z0gkf7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ckIXidxOp7Q/S220/DSC_0094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388295099389405725.post-2596369535981233529</id><published>2009-06-08T10:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T14:21:38.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise Him for busy-ness...I thrive on it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now, our God, we give you thanks, and praise your glorious name.  1 Chronicles 29:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a busy couple of weeks.  Sydney's last day of kindergarten was last Thursday.  She actually didn't get to go because she started throwing up at 2:00 in the morning.  That lasted until 4:30 in the afternoon.  I was supposed to be getting ready for my brief trip to FL for Kendall's bridal shower (which went great, by the way), but obviously that didn't happen until after the kids went to bed.  Then I got up at 4:00 in the morning to leave for the airport on Friday.  Everything went smoothly.  I had a layover in Chicago.  My flight left on time, but arrived in Tampa about 15 minutes late due to the wind.  It took a while for my mom and I to find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; at the airport, but it all worked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I called Brian to see how everyone was, things seemed fine.  Unfortunately, that didn't last.  Friday at midnight Avery started throwing up and didn't eat anything all day Saturday.  Every time I asked Brian if he was sick, he'd say he was "fine".  Well, Sydney ratted him out over the phone.  She said, "Daddy threw up!"  Then when I told him I knew he was sick, he kept saying, "I'm fine," or acting like he couldn't hear me..."The phone is breaking up.  What did you say?"  I had already cried about Avery being sick while I was away, and he didn't want to make me feel worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after church and lunch, I flew home with a layover in Atlanta.  The 60-something couple sitting next to me on my first flight was seriously getting on my nerves.  They would not stop making out!  The wife was massaging her husband's bare feet and he was rubbing her VERY upper (and inner) thigh the entire time and doing a lot of mushy kissing noises...YUCK!  I mean, I'm glad they love each other, I just wish they'd love each other a little bit more discreetly!  They were talking the whole time too, and not things I wanted to hear.  It got worse as the flight went on since they each had an alcoholic beverage along the way.  Needless to say, I was glad when that flight landed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I was surprised by Brian and the girls.  He had let them stay up to see me.  They had made me some adorable pictures, and he had gotten me some red roses.  It was so great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we woke up to a serious thunderstorm.  It almost sounded like there was hail.  The kids all slept pretty late, though, so that was nice.  Bonnie, our dog, gets really nervous about thunder, so she would not leave my side...even accompanying me to bathroom.  What a silly!  The kids have played semi-nicely all morning.  It would have been nice to play outside today, but obviously not in this weather.  Hopefully it will hold out for us tomorrow and Wednesday since we're supposed to go to the park tomorrow with our playgroup and then to the Botanical Gardens on Wednesday with another playgroup.  Meanwhile, I'm just going to enjoy my crazy children at home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388295099389405725-2596369535981233529?l=praisemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/feeds/2596369535981233529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2009/06/praise-him-for-businessi-thrive-on-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/2596369535981233529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/2596369535981233529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2009/06/praise-him-for-businessi-thrive-on-it.html' title='Praise Him for busy-ness...I thrive on it!'/><author><name>PraiseMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123417354764881066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TKy7Z0gkf7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ckIXidxOp7Q/S220/DSC_0094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388295099389405725.post-435785401735772479</id><published>2009-05-21T14:49:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T20:10:01.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise Him for Christian moms.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I will declare Your name to my brothers; in the congregation I will praise You.  Psalm 22:22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God is so good!  My Sydney graduated from kindergarten today!  It was hard not to lose it when we all clapped and cheered.  I just kept thinking, "I can't believe I'm here."  It's so hard to fathom that my oldest baby is growing up so fast.  I know, everyone says "it happens so fast"...they're RIGHT!  Days like this just make me treasure every little moment with my children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here are a few pics from this morning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sydney in her new dress for the special occasion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/ShW1TmzHfqI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Gf8Y9HzXyzU/s1600-h/101_2395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/ShW1TmzHfqI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Gf8Y9HzXyzU/s320/101_2395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338372281754680994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sydney getting her diploma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/ShW1bboHSMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/cnj-EBIgyUk/s1600-h/101_2407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/ShW1bboHSMI/AAAAAAAAAEA/cnj-EBIgyUk/s320/101_2407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338372416194693314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sydney and her "Congratulations!" flowers from her family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/ShW1l38QG3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/pi_EdkOaNJA/s1600-h/101_2413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/ShW1l38QG3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/pi_EdkOaNJA/s320/101_2413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338372595594042226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Outside Hodge Elementary.  (I could NOT get Emerson to turn around and look at the camera until I said, "Hey Emerson, look!  A monkey!"  That's not really a lie is it?)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/ShW1zUwctrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nefCnDApFkE/s1600-h/101_2415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/ShW1zUwctrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nefCnDApFkE/s320/101_2415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338372826667464370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Leading up to today has been a pretty busy couple of weeks.  Since Mother's Day I have had two medical procedures, Sydney's Children's Choir program, her field day at school, and her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AWANA&lt;/span&gt; program.  Seems like some of these things could have been spread out a bit, but I think it's just that time of the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's Sydney before her Children's Choir program.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/ShW1855wJgI/AAAAAAAAAEY/foFFYQeCWuM/s1600-h/101_2358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/ShW1855wJgI/AAAAAAAAAEY/foFFYQeCWuM/s320/101_2358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338372991257421314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Avery waiting to watch Sydney sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/ShW2Kq4lbXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oERrrnLCsqw/s1600-h/101_2359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/ShW2Kq4lbXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/oERrrnLCsqw/s320/101_2359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338373227744161138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A couple pics of our visit to field day at Sydney's school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/ShW2lXTlWKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/JV81k0YYKDY/s1600-h/101_2374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/ShW2lXTlWKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/JV81k0YYKDY/s320/101_2374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338373686345160866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/ShW2ximuNDI/AAAAAAAAAE4/RpPuHY0nuvM/s1600-h/101_2377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/ShW2ximuNDI/AAAAAAAAAE4/RpPuHY0nuvM/s320/101_2377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338373895536653362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sydney getting her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;AWANA&lt;/span&gt; award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/ShW2UBP3NjI/AAAAAAAAAEo/nmFj5kj8OLM/s1600-h/101_2386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/ShW2UBP3NjI/AAAAAAAAAEo/nmFj5kj8OLM/s320/101_2386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338373388366198322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm supposed to be taking Avery and Emerson strawberry picking with the Parents Club tomorrow, but I think I might try to hold off.  I hate to do it without Sydney.   (Even though she "graduated" she still has 2 weeks of school left.)  Also, I just don't know about the Parents Club.  I really like the other moms, and it has been a great way to learn about all the MANY family friendly things to do in the area, but I just don't feel a real connection to anyone.  I find myself thinking sometimes that maybe I will just see if my neighbor friends or Sunday School friends would like to do these things with me instead.  There's just something about being around other Christian moms.  Maybe some of the other moms in Parents Club are Christians, but I haven't seen it yet.  Who knows, maybe they don't know I'm a Christian...I hope they do though!  I want everyone to know!  I want it to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;oooooze&lt;/span&gt; from every pore of my being...is that graphic enough for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Loving this weather, by the way, but, man, are my allergies bad!  I took the kids to McDonald's after Sydney's graduation and sneezed my head off the entire first half of the meal.  Real appetizing to surrounding patrons, I'm sure.  Thanking the Lord for the opportunity to play outside, though!  Maybe we'll go to the park again this afternoon...AH, AH, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;AAAHHH&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;CHOO&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388295099389405725-435785401735772479?l=praisemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/feeds/435785401735772479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2009/05/praising-him-for-christian-moms.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/435785401735772479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/435785401735772479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2009/05/praising-him-for-christian-moms.html' title='Praise Him for Christian moms.'/><author><name>PraiseMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123417354764881066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TKy7Z0gkf7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ckIXidxOp7Q/S220/DSC_0094.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/ShW1TmzHfqI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Gf8Y9HzXyzU/s72-c/101_2395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388295099389405725.post-9147196617195934339</id><published>2009-05-10T19:05:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T20:10:22.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise Him for being a mom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good; His love endures forever.  1 Chronicles 16:34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great Mother's Day weekend.  After the park fun yesterday morning, we enjoyed playing with sidewalk paint.  Brian took some pics and then later went to play basketball at church.  I couldn't figure out where the camera went, and had a sinking feeling that he had left it on the back of his truck when he left for the church.  When he returned from basketball, this was confirmed.  Oops!  Then today, when I went to the grocery store, I ran into my neighbor who said that she and her husband found it in the middle of the road.  It's still in almost perfect condition.  Whew!  Below are a few of the pictures Brian took.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/SgdxQFeBkRI/AAAAAAAAACw/kkYMJnBuEes/s1600-h/101_2342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/SgdxQFeBkRI/AAAAAAAAACw/kkYMJnBuEes/s320/101_2342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334356804803596562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/Sgdtbz_lz7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/SC1sgQVvQ9I/s1600-h/101_2343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/Sgdtbz_lz7I/AAAAAAAAACQ/SC1sgQVvQ9I/s320/101_2343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334352608224464818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/Sgdyp-qu75I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Dj-oolKh7II/s1600-h/101_2344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/Sgdyp-qu75I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Dj-oolKh7II/s320/101_2344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334358349166079890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Brian and I finally finished watching Lost season 4.  Now I'm all caught up, but impatient for the next season.  We never have time to watch it when it's actually on, so we have to wait until the season's over to get it on DVD.  No, we aren't fancy enough to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tivo&lt;/span&gt; either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This morning we had a great church service.  Then it was nap time for all, especially me.  Sydney had choir practice since their program is next Sunday evening.  Then we all went to dinner at Chili's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/Sgd1RgY52_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/56Ri-CAGTZg/s1600-h/101_2355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/Sgd1RgY52_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/56Ri-CAGTZg/s320/101_2355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334361227256257522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/Sgd03tNcDaI/AAAAAAAAADA/CY5-tOv2Ot8/s1600-h/101_2348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/Sgd03tNcDaI/AAAAAAAAADA/CY5-tOv2Ot8/s320/101_2348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334360784021228962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/Sgd1Gwi6RUI/AAAAAAAAADI/qdanRkAHDng/s1600-h/101_2349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/Sgd1Gwi6RUI/AAAAAAAAADI/qdanRkAHDng/s320/101_2349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334361042614633794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of my Mother's Day gift, which I LOVE. It's a large piece of metal art to go on the wall over our bed. In the picture it's just laying on the floor since it will take some careful planning to get it hung safely and properly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/Sgd1jBml7UI/AAAAAAAAADY/J6eByVqRv_Q/s1600-h/101_2357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/Sgd1jBml7UI/AAAAAAAAADY/J6eByVqRv_Q/s320/101_2357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334361528229817666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I definitely have a lot to praise the Lord for today.  I'm so grateful for the blessing of being a mom.  There were years when I never thought that it would be possible.  I'm daily reminded of God's goodness and grace in my life when I look at the sweet faces of my children.  I've learned so much more about God's love for me by having the privilege of loving them.  I think of how imperfectly I love my babies.  Although I do it to the best of my ability, I know I often fail.  In that failure comes a new understanding of how great and wide and deep is the love of Christ...the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;love of Christ. With that realization, I can "love them like Jesus," (as the Casting Crowns song says), and in that way I will never fail them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388295099389405725-9147196617195934339?l=praisemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/feeds/9147196617195934339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2009/05/praise-him-for-being-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/9147196617195934339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/9147196617195934339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2009/05/praise-him-for-being-mom.html' title='Praise Him for being a mom.'/><author><name>PraiseMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123417354764881066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TKy7Z0gkf7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ckIXidxOp7Q/S220/DSC_0094.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/SgdxQFeBkRI/AAAAAAAAACw/kkYMJnBuEes/s72-c/101_2342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388295099389405725.post-67600337616042345</id><published>2009-05-09T13:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T13:56:31.291-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picnic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='park'/><title type='text'>Praise Him for family time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How can I repay the Lord for all His goodness to me?  Psalm 116:12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This week has been all about doctor's appointments.  Monday I had to go in for blood work, Tuesday I had to take Emerson to the pediatric dentist for his broken tooth, and Wednesday I had to meet with my Ob/Gyn.  By Thursday, I was so glad to just be home.  The weather has been pretty rainy all week, which doesn't help my PMS, but hey, what can you do?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was so glad it was nicer today.  Brian did a little work in the yard this morning and the kids actually slept past 7.  Thank you, Lord, for small miracles!  I had planned for us all to go to The Butterfly House since Sydney's class just finished an entire unit on bugs, especially focusing on the life cycle of the caterpillar/butterfly, but after a "money" talk with Brian, we decided to wait.  It will only cost $16 for all of us to get in, but we are trying to be really frugal.  Our plan is to be better at scheduling those types of things ahead of time so that we can really budget for them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Instead of The Butterfly House we went to the Arnold City Park.  We played on the playground for about 20 minutes first.  Emerson's favorite thing is the spaceship that's attached into the ground.  You sit on it, and it bounces.  Of course, sharing is out of the question.  When he's on it, he does not want me to join him.  Oh well, I just had to wait my turn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at the park, I also had to remind Avery that the slide might be a little wet/dirty.  Last time we were at this park she slid down through a little muddy water and was not very happy about it.  She was better after I let her use a baby wipe on her pants, but then the rest of the time she kept announcing to me, loudly, "Mommy, I'm going down the slide again, but I will be VERY CAREFUL of the pee!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didn't want other parents to think there was actually pee on the slide, so every time she said that, I would respond, "OK honey, but it's not pee.  It's just dirty water."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another big hit at the park is the geese.  The kids LOVE them, especially Emerson.  Although, he thinks they are all ducks, which he adorably calls, "duck-uhs."  It takes all my energy to keep him from chasing them all over the place.  I wouldn't mind, except that I have heard that geese can be pretty mean, and I don't want them to turn on him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;After playing, we had our picnic of drinks, apples, cheez-its, and sandwiches (which tasted better than usual because Brian made them so I didn't have to).  It was starting to get windy by that point so we didn't linger.  It was about time for rest time for the kids, then, so we loaded up and headed home.  All in all, it was a great morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388295099389405725-67600337616042345?l=praisemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/feeds/67600337616042345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2009/05/praise-him-for-family-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/67600337616042345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/67600337616042345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2009/05/praise-him-for-family-time.html' title='Praise Him for family time.'/><author><name>PraiseMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123417354764881066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TKy7Z0gkf7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ckIXidxOp7Q/S220/DSC_0094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388295099389405725.post-1663272377761570540</id><published>2009-05-04T20:15:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:48:50.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise Him for never a dull moment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really couldn't find a praise verse that went with this post so here's a good one anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sing to Him, sing praise to Him; tell of all His wonderful acts.  1 Chronicles 16:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My children crack me up. Night before last, Brian went to get Avery out of the tub and there was "dirt" all in the water. When asked if she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;poopied&lt;/span&gt; in the water she very matter-of-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;factly&lt;/span&gt; stated that, "It just came out of my bottom, but I picked it up and put it in the potty."  YUCK!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This evening after dinner, the kids enjoyed watching Daddy mow the yard. Sydney spent the entire time acting like a sad little kitten that was devastated that there would no longer be long grass to lay in. All the while, Avery lovingly played with her hair and comforted the sad kitty. Emerson stood to the side staring longingly at Daddy, while wearing a pink bunny mask upside down on his head and periodically picking his nose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/Sf-ZXg_EnQI/AAAAAAAAABg/nbfUjpopRKE/s1600-h/101_2335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/Sf-ZXg_EnQI/AAAAAAAAABg/nbfUjpopRKE/s320/101_2335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332149113100475650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/Sf-ZXYLS7HI/AAAAAAAAABY/JABtSUo3xko/s1600-h/101_2332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/Sf-ZXYLS7HI/AAAAAAAAABY/JABtSUo3xko/s320/101_2332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332149110735826034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/Sf-ZXCW7mII/AAAAAAAAABQ/8aqVa0Z98ig/s1600-h/101_2329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/Sf-ZXCW7mII/AAAAAAAAABQ/8aqVa0Z98ig/s320/101_2329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332149104879048834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After all of this fun, we went upstairs for baths where Emerson slipped in the tub and broke his tooth (that actually wasn't that funny). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/Sf-ZwdDkDbI/AAAAAAAAABo/MWKLWkS4_cw/s1600-h/101_2338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/Sf-ZwdDkDbI/AAAAAAAAABo/MWKLWkS4_cw/s320/101_2338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332149541542301106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end the evening, when I asked Avery what song she wanted me to sing she said, "The Pray for the Pants song," which is actually her longer title to the song she usually calls, "The Pants song."  The actual song is "As the Deer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Panteth&lt;/span&gt; for the Water."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Never a dull moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388295099389405725-1663272377761570540?l=praisemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/feeds/1663272377761570540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2009/05/praise-him-for-laughter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/1663272377761570540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/1663272377761570540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2009/05/praise-him-for-laughter.html' title='Praise Him for never a dull moment.'/><author><name>PraiseMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123417354764881066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TKy7Z0gkf7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ckIXidxOp7Q/S220/DSC_0094.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/Sf-ZXg_EnQI/AAAAAAAAABg/nbfUjpopRKE/s72-c/101_2335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388295099389405725.post-8303566202919938838</id><published>2009-04-30T21:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T21:59:05.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise the Lord for home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Praise the Lord.  Praise the Lord, O my soul.  Psalm 146:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rain, rain, go away, come again another day.  At least, that's how I usually feel.  Today I actually enjoyed the rain.  I ended up staying home most of the day and didn't feel too guilty about not taking my kids to the park for Parents Club.  Sometimes I feel like all I do is try to find things to do to keep myself and my active children busy...not a bad thing really...we all enjoy activity.  Lately, though, I almost find myself searching for reasons not to go anywhere,  just to enjoy my children being completely comfortable, uninhibited by there surroundings and the expectations placed upon them when they aren't home.  So I listened to my children scream today, and didn't care.  It wasn't bothering anyone else.  I listened to them jump up and down, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loudly&lt;/span&gt;, and didn't worry about who it might be annoying.  I doled out "time-outs" and reprimands without the fear that other people, especially other moms, would judge me as a bad mom for even needing to implement such consequences.  I just let my children be my children, and I let me be me.  And you know what?  We do a pretty good job at that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388295099389405725-8303566202919938838?l=praisemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/feeds/8303566202919938838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2009/04/praise-lord-for-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/8303566202919938838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/8303566202919938838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2009/04/praise-lord-for-home.html' title='Praise the Lord for home.'/><author><name>PraiseMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123417354764881066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TKy7Z0gkf7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ckIXidxOp7Q/S220/DSC_0094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388295099389405725.post-4027533521649268343</id><published>2009-04-27T21:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:08:11.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise Him for a sense of humor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;He stirs up his breezes, and the waters flow.  Psalm 147:18b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I had a follow-up ultrasound for some female issues as well as some blood work.  My friend/neighbor, Amy, graciously came over to watch Avery and Emerson for me.  So, I drank all this water beforehand, as they have told me to do in the past.  I get to the appointment and I'm about ready to explode.  Then I sit for at least 15 minutes...okay, let me rephrase, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;fidget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; for at least 15 minutes before they call me, but only for the blood work which is down the hall.  The lady that took my blood had to ask me to be still so she could get the needle in.  I seriously thought I was going to wet my pants.  Then I had to go back to the waiting room for them to call me for the ultrasound.  I waited another 10-15 minutes, the whole while standing and swaying, moving, talking to another lady in the waiting room that figured out my dilemma (not hard to do at that point), anything to keep my mind off of how bad I had to pee!  A couple times I asked the receptionist if she could find out if they would be calling me anytime soon.  She understood my predicament and tried to see what the hold-up was, and yet I still waited.  Finally I leaned across the desk and said to her..."Help me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse behind her said, "Why don't you come back and just see if you can just go a little bit."  Yeah right!  I was desperate so I said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile while I'm in the bathroom trying to just go a "little" bit, I hear a lady say, "Is that Erin in there?  I'm ready for her.  Oh, she doesn't have to have a full bladder this time...Erin are you in there?  Just go, it's fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yelled out from the stall, "Are you KIDDING me?!"  Then when I got out, after peeing for literally 5 minutes straight, I said, "OK, that was one of the cruelest jokes ever!"  Of course all the ladies standing there thought that was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as I'm walking back to the ultrasound room with the tech she says, "Yeah, they always tell patients to have a full bladder but they don't always know what I'm doing.  Since it's just a follow-up it's not necessary."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "Well, I probably could have gone another 5 minutes, but I knew someone else was waiting to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Oh, well go in that one, because I really need your bladder to be empty."  Who knew irony could be so funny...and painful!  Well, the rest of my day was pretty uneventful which was kind of nice, but I better stop now...I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; need to pee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388295099389405725-4027533521649268343?l=praisemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/feeds/4027533521649268343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2009/04/praise-him-for-sense-of-humor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/4027533521649268343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/4027533521649268343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2009/04/praise-him-for-sense-of-humor.html' title='Praise Him for a sense of humor.'/><author><name>PraiseMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123417354764881066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TKy7Z0gkf7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ckIXidxOp7Q/S220/DSC_0094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388295099389405725.post-6485557704264984722</id><published>2009-04-26T22:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T22:50:39.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise Him for my husband.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Give thanks to the Lord, call on His name; make known among the nations what He has done.  1 Chronicles 16:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss my sister.  She was able to go to church with us this morning, then my wonderful husband watched the kids so we could go out to lunch before her flight.  We had a yummy meal at 54&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Street Grille and then had to head to the airport.  I'm so glad she was able to come visit, but it makes the homesickness come back with a vengeance.  I know I'll feel better tomorrow and as I get back into my regular life.  Now I'm looking forward to seeing her and many other precious family and friends for a brief visit to Florida for Kendall's bridal shower in about a month and a half.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have to say that this has been an intensely emotional weekend for me.  At the end of it my husband let me cry it out real well and listened to me try to put my thoughts and feelings into words even though I'm sure nothing I said made absolutely any sense to him.  As usual, he didn't push and pry or get annoyed, he just let me cry and held me.  I am so blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388295099389405725-6485557704264984722?l=praisemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/feeds/6485557704264984722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2009/04/praise-him-for-my-husband.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/6485557704264984722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/6485557704264984722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2009/04/praise-him-for-my-husband.html' title='Praise Him for my husband.'/><author><name>PraiseMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123417354764881066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TKy7Z0gkf7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ckIXidxOp7Q/S220/DSC_0094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388295099389405725.post-2390754001578241134</id><published>2009-04-25T19:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T19:34:00.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise him for being a child of God.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Lord is my strength and my song; He has become my salvation.  He is my God, and I will praise Him, my father's God, and I will exalt Him.  Exodus 15:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lindsay and I had a good talk this morning.  Then after the kids went down for a nap, Brian stayed with them while we went to Culver's for fries and frozen custard...a yummy and nutritious meal.  Then we went to Parable Christian store so I could get a couple accompaniment tracks and help Lindsay find a purse Bible.  Then we headed home to gather up the troops to go to the Horse Whisperer event our church was sponsoring.  This gentleman "broke" a wild horse while he gave a wonderful analogy about how we are like the wild horse.  Among many things he talked about how when we realize that God is our Master and submit to His will (much like a horse submits to his master) then He will lead us in the way we should go, protect us, care for us, love us....  It was really great and the kids enjoyed the horse, the bounce houses, etc.   Then we ate dinner at La &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pachanga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.  Now we're going to watch a movie and just hang out.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Throughout the day, especially throughout my talks with Lindsay and the Horse Whisperer event, God has just been so awesomely (is that a word?) reminding me what it means to be a child of God.  I am so grateful for all that He is (just, forgiving, righteous, holy, ever-present) and all that He offers to me as His child (salvation, forgiveness, unconditional/unfailing love, even conviction so that I know when I have failed and can; therefore, repent).  Thank you Lord!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388295099389405725-2390754001578241134?l=praisemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/feeds/2390754001578241134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2009/04/praise-him-for-being-child-of-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/2390754001578241134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/2390754001578241134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2009/04/praise-him-for-being-child-of-god.html' title='Praise him for being a child of God.'/><author><name>PraiseMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123417354764881066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TKy7Z0gkf7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ckIXidxOp7Q/S220/DSC_0094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388295099389405725.post-3813921055125182827</id><published>2009-04-24T16:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T16:59:03.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise Him for the unexpected.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;O Lord, open my lips, and my mouth will declare Your praise.  Psalm 51:15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, so I've had a pretty darn good day!  Lindsay and I took Sydney to school, went to Bread Co. (Panera for my non-St. Louis friends) with Avery and Emerson to have coffee, and then I showed Lindsay around Arnold including our church, where the Parents As Teachers stuff is held, etc.  Then we went to Hobby Lobby to get invite ideas for Kendall's lingerie shower.  After that we picked up McDonald's and went to eat with Sydney at school.  Then we went back home to put Avery and Emerson in their rooms for nap-time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now for the really good stuff...I went to the grocery store to get stuff to make pinwheels for our Sunday School social tonight and when I was there, the Arch radio station was doing a drawing for 2 free Hairspray tickets for tonight.  I put my name in because, why not, and then did a little hi-lo game and actually won a CD.  Of course I picked the New Kids on the Block CD since I was such a die-hard NKOTB fan as a kid...laugh all you want, I don't care.  Anyway, the DJ was kind of a flirt, but of course, dream on, never gonna happen (LOL)...but anyway, not 10 minutes after I walked away they announce over the grocery store intercom and the radio station that I had won the Hairspray tickets!!!  SOOOO, Lindsay and I are going to leave early from the social and go!  We have awesome seats too!  We looked them up online and they're like the second most expensive tier of seats.  We are so excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, so maybe it's not a God-thing to go see Hairspray (not the most moral show), BUT I do think it's a God-thing to be able to do something totally spontaneous, fun, unexpected, and especially FREE....with my sister on one of the only 3 nights that she is here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388295099389405725-3813921055125182827?l=praisemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/feeds/3813921055125182827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2009/04/praise-him-fori-won.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/3813921055125182827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/3813921055125182827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2009/04/praise-him-fori-won.html' title='Praise Him for the unexpected.'/><author><name>PraiseMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123417354764881066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TKy7Z0gkf7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ckIXidxOp7Q/S220/DSC_0094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388295099389405725.post-368832752183841899</id><published>2009-04-23T12:29:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T12:51:10.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise Him for Bounce U!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;My feet stand on level ground; in the great assembly I will praise the Lord.  Psalm 26:12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was about the best work-out I've had in weeks.  I took Avery and Emerson to Bounce U with our Parents Club this morning.  It's a lot more structured than Monkey Joe's, which is nice, but there weren't as many toddler-sized bouncers.  That didn't seem to matter, though.  Avery pretty much managed to do everything by herself.  Emerson tried to do everything by himself and did allow me to help when needed...shocking, I know.  My right bicep is exhausted!  I tried to even it out by holding him in my left arm a few of the times that we climbed the wall to go down the slide, but I am definitely weaker on that side and couldn't make it very far.  Avery's favorite thing was the enormous slide that made my stomach drop.  Emerson's favorite thing was the ball gun.  You put a ball in and press a button to shoot it across the bouncer at a target.  He was too short to put the ball in or even see it once it was shot from the gun, but he didn't care.  He probably spent a solid 15-20 minutes straight just standing there pushing the button to hear the loud air noise that it made.  Now they're both napping and I have to go vacuum downstairs when I'm done with this.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My sister comes in tonight and we are VERY excited!  Sydney and Avery both wanted to wear dresses for the occasion.  Sydney wore her "high-heel" sandals and I braided her hair.  I asked her what she was going to say at school if someone asked her why she was all dressed up.  She said, "Thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said, "No, honey, listen to my question again...what will you say if someone asks you why you are all dressed up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I said, "No, if someone says you look pretty, then you can say thank you, but if they ask you why you are all dressed up, what will you say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she said, "My Aunt Lindsay is coming to visit!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Better go vacuum now and then a shower, because MAN, do I stink!  I blame Bounce U!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388295099389405725-368832752183841899?l=praisemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/feeds/368832752183841899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2009/04/praise-him-for-bounce-u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/368832752183841899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/368832752183841899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2009/04/praise-him-for-bounce-u.html' title='Praise Him for Bounce U!'/><author><name>PraiseMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123417354764881066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TKy7Z0gkf7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ckIXidxOp7Q/S220/DSC_0094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3388295099389405725.post-4660046615913764588</id><published>2009-04-22T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T16:39:01.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise Him for technology.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wow, that was easy.  I've been wanting to set up one of these so I could do something with my condition that I have diagnosed as "diarrhea of the mouth".  I thought I might incorporate one of the ongoing life lessons that the Lord is teaching me...to praise Him in everything, and by "everything" I mean EVERYTHING.  It would take a lifetime to explain why this has become the focal point of my existence over the past year or two...okay maybe the last ten years.  Mainly, I'm just not always that good at remembering to praise Him in everything and, though I still fail... a lot, I think I might finally be getting the hang of it.  So, I figure every day, or as close to that as possible, I can blog about my day and think of something or many things for which to praise Him.  Today I praise Him for technology.  No one will probably ever read my blog, and that's okay.  It wasn't really the point of setting it up anyway.  Now I just have an outlet for my thoughts, a place to vent, a great way to share all the stories about my day (usually involving my children), some of which I don't think are that funny when they happen, but sure do become hilarious once I share them with someone else.  So future followers of my blog (I'm guessing mainly just my family and friends), enjoy!  Bonus:  Maybe this will help me not to talk your ears off so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3388295099389405725-4660046615913764588?l=praisemama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/feeds/4660046615913764588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2009/04/praise-him-for-technology.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/4660046615913764588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3388295099389405725/posts/default/4660046615913764588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://praisemama.blogspot.com/2009/04/praise-him-for-technology.html' title='Praise Him for technology.'/><author><name>PraiseMama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08123417354764881066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xiPDK261Al0/TKy7Z0gkf7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ckIXidxOp7Q/S220/DSC_0094.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
