<?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-9014879683807764560</id><updated>2012-02-01T12:24:32.662-05:00</updated><category term='Giveaways'/><category term='Reviews'/><category term='Meal Planning'/><category term='Growing Life/Pregnancy'/><category term='Sewing/Crafting'/><category term='Cooking'/><category term='Asking/Sharing'/><category term='Maggie'/><category term='Emma'/><category term='Saving/Spending'/><category term='Goals'/><category term='Katie'/><category term='Zion'/><category term='Biblical Portrait of Womanhood'/><category term='Life in the NICU'/><category term='Deal Sharing'/><category term='Godly Growing'/><category term='Our Family Library'/><category term='Quoting'/><category term='End of Week Review'/><category term='Our Home'/><category term='Loving Family'/><category term='love'/><category term='Q and A'/><category term='Home Educating'/><category term='Healthy Living'/><title type='text'>The Family Way</title><subtitle type='html'>The Family Way</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>390</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-585431008319494129</id><published>2012-02-01T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T12:06:48.718-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Godly Growing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maggie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home Educating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healthy Living'/><title type='text'>Working at Playing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Gw01Hv3z3Q/TylkSXrxBCI/AAAAAAAACNU/_cI34jk-e18/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Gw01Hv3z3Q/TylkSXrxBCI/AAAAAAAACNU/_cI34jk-e18/s400/DSC_0004.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I try to only have "productive and imaginative" toys. We have lots of arts and crafts (paint, beads, paper, stickers, etc) fun activity books (dot to dot, mazes, hidden pictures), blocks, trains, dolls, cars, puzzles and some &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss?url=search-alias%3Daps&amp;amp;field-keywords=lauri&amp;amp;x=0&amp;amp;y=0"&gt;Lauri&lt;/a&gt; education toys.&amp;nbsp;&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/-Xn3BoPnwrP8/TylkvdcjoPI/AAAAAAAACNc/AlSc6AVG6lk/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xn3BoPnwrP8/TylkvdcjoPI/AAAAAAAACNc/AlSc6AVG6lk/s400/DSC_0005.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love to see them each doing their own thing, being "studious" and content to look at books or work on something. *Although I must say I despise the Expo markers as they tend to ruin clothing.* So just fyi, it's not wise to let your 22 month old son try to write with one. : )&amp;nbsp;&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/-utDsel4Tbyk/TyllFeMWcgI/AAAAAAAACNo/MzfmqZl5ZTs/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-utDsel4Tbyk/TyllFeMWcgI/AAAAAAAACNo/MzfmqZl5ZTs/s400/DSC_0006.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Because he will not only write on the book and himself but he come to attack you with the offensive marker.&amp;nbsp;&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/-ELOGL_TamIQ/TylliODrOkI/AAAAAAAACNw/JAcLKj9C2eE/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ELOGL_TamIQ/TylliODrOkI/AAAAAAAACNw/JAcLKj9C2eE/s400/DSC_0008.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They decided to use toliet paper to wipe the pages clean but I didn't limit a piece per person so our living room looked like a fluff factory. Baby wipes work great at cleaning off Expo marker no matter how long it's been left on the page.&amp;nbsp;&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/-Je1NrKIRTXA/Tyll3-5D2WI/AAAAAAAACN4/SjgENhDPoS0/s1600/DSC_0019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Je1NrKIRTXA/Tyll3-5D2WI/AAAAAAAACN4/SjgENhDPoS0/s400/DSC_0019.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Katie is my little kitchen helper here of late. She sits on the counter while I attend to the kitchen duties. She's not much for being worn backwards anymore. Anyone know of a good out facing carrier? I have a Bjorn but it hurts my shoulders and back. I know there is controversy over front facing carriers, something about the hip or something of the baby but I'm asking for recommendations regardless.&amp;nbsp;&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/-txYPGmTNYU4/TylmLHmkvnI/AAAAAAAACOE/JaWu5kxb5xs/s1600/DSC_0024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-txYPGmTNYU4/TylmLHmkvnI/AAAAAAAACOE/JaWu5kxb5xs/s400/DSC_0024.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Puzzles have become a big there over the weeks as of late. The girls get so excited when they complete a puzzle. I've got to be on the lookout for some more easy puzzles.&amp;nbsp;&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/-Xh4L-uyyu6Q/TylmpIVKsnI/AAAAAAAACOM/IRgdCNwfooY/s1600/DSC_0026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xh4L-uyyu6Q/TylmpIVKsnI/AAAAAAAACOM/IRgdCNwfooY/s400/DSC_0026.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We've not been doing much "official" school here lately. We've been working on our math facts (doubles, minus and plus 1), counting backwards from 30, counting by 2's and 10's. and talking about 1/2 and whole. Nothing scheduled just random throughout the day. &amp;nbsp;We've been doing lots of animal reading from some discount book store books and we are taking a break from phonics. It was becoming too emotional and dreaded so we've just been doing lots of family reading and me pointing at words she can sound out.&amp;nbsp;&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/-b1AySrnAEy8/TylnFd1uqWI/AAAAAAAACOU/lO5Eh7SRdaE/s1600/DSC_0027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b1AySrnAEy8/TylnFd1uqWI/AAAAAAAACOU/lO5Eh7SRdaE/s400/DSC_0027.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We're coloring lots of Bible story pictures and talking about the related Bible passage. We've been watching Swiss Family Robinson, totally envious of their seculded tree house. As you might know we are house hunting and Maggie has decided that she wants the Swiss Family house and I completely agree. Oh, and I saw Courageous for the first time yesterday. It had me in tears of sadness and belly aches from laughter. It was a great movie. More details on the house hunting and selling coming soon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-585431008319494129?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/585431008319494129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=585431008319494129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/585431008319494129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/585431008319494129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2012/02/working-at-playing.html' title='Working at Playing'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Gw01Hv3z3Q/TylkSXrxBCI/AAAAAAAACNU/_cI34jk-e18/s72-c/DSC_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-3234614125028905916</id><published>2012-01-29T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T14:08:45.017-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><title type='text'>Our Little Bit of Big Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CBUe4kzTFUk/TyWV8JTslRI/AAAAAAAACM0/XFtQIbQZ7HY/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CBUe4kzTFUk/TyWV8JTslRI/AAAAAAAACM0/XFtQIbQZ7HY/s400/DSC_0012.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;See that big belly? Doesn't it make you grin? It sure does us over here. He weighs as much as his (skinny) 5 year old sister but heavens, to pick him up, you'd think he weighed a full ton.&amp;nbsp;&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/-Oa2HIJ9hDR8/TyWWYeGCtJI/AAAAAAAACM8/w1YtHdnhlks/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Oa2HIJ9hDR8/TyWWYeGCtJI/AAAAAAAACM8/w1YtHdnhlks/s400/DSC_0017.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Despite all the pictures of his food smeared face, he doesn't consume as much as you would think. Certainly not enough to account for that Pooh size belly. He's had a few rough weeks with no desire for food, sleep, or play. He finally seems to be returning to the old "Zyley". Praise the Lord. We've dearly missed the little guy.&amp;nbsp;&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/-uCVuKmG7AUU/TyWWuv6p1MI/AAAAAAAACNI/_a_aDQPOYxs/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uCVuKmG7AUU/TyWWuv6p1MI/AAAAAAAACNI/_a_aDQPOYxs/s400/DSC_0003.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;During our Costco shopping last week, the poor little guy just could &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; get control of his emotions. In a desperate attempt to comfort him, so we could quickly finish our shopping and get back home, I dug out the only remaining pacifier (it's been about 2 weeks) that I hid in the depths of my bag. I handed it to him and he instantly quietened down. He looked at it, turned it over and over in his chubby little hand, and then proceeded to just hold it. Then he saw the enormous tub of pretzels in the bottom of the cart, gave me the paci back, and "asked/grunted" for a pretzel. The end of the paci days. : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-3234614125028905916?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/3234614125028905916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=3234614125028905916&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/3234614125028905916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/3234614125028905916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2012/01/our-little-bit-of-big-guy.html' title='Our Little Bit of Big Guy'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CBUe4kzTFUk/TyWV8JTslRI/AAAAAAAACM0/XFtQIbQZ7HY/s72-c/DSC_0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-687125958909208541</id><published>2012-01-25T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T10:21:10.497-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healthy Living'/><title type='text'>Any Kefir Users?</title><content type='html'>Hi dear friends and readers. Are any of you Kefir users? I am interested in trying Kefir instead of buying store bought probiotics. If you use Kefir, do you use the dairy or the water? I am interested in both but mostly in the water keifer right now since I can't do dairy and I think the children would like the "soda" type drink as a treat. Any one have any grains they would be interested in sending my way? &amp;nbsp;: ) I would love to hear any comments or tips on using or making Kefir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-687125958909208541?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/687125958909208541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=687125958909208541&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/687125958909208541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/687125958909208541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2012/01/any-kefir-users.html' title='Any Kefir Users?'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-2655228616362279658</id><published>2012-01-24T15:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T15:08:22.376-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom &amp; Nana!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qM2h0HrW5Kg/Tx8OVJvXC4I/AAAAAAAACLw/-GRqIwBJaAA/s1600/IMG_2206.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qM2h0HrW5Kg/Tx8OVJvXC4I/AAAAAAAACLw/-GRqIwBJaAA/s400/IMG_2206.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's been 70 years since this earth was blessed by the birth of this woman. She is the mom of all moms and the nana of nanas. She is the one person that I know loves my children almost as much as me. She enjoys them and delights in them as much as if she gave birth to them. She spoils us constantly with her love and unselfishness. We are so blessed to have her as our own!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy 70th Birthday Mom &amp;amp; Nana!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your life speaks volumes of Christ and His love!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We love you so much!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-2655228616362279658?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/2655228616362279658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=2655228616362279658&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/2655228616362279658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/2655228616362279658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-birthday-mom-nana.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom &amp; Nana!'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qM2h0HrW5Kg/Tx8OVJvXC4I/AAAAAAAACLw/-GRqIwBJaAA/s72-c/IMG_2206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-3355330424781087366</id><published>2012-01-19T17:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T17:38:53.088-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie'/><title type='text'>4 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5l5HjoYGRA/TxiG6xPGikI/AAAAAAAACKw/uJkBe0YtGCI/s1600/IMG_2233.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5l5HjoYGRA/TxiG6xPGikI/AAAAAAAACKw/uJkBe0YtGCI/s400/IMG_2233.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Miss Katie Ellis turned 4 months old today and weighs 13 pounds 8 ounces. My smallest 4 month old so far. &amp;nbsp;She went for her 5th physical therapy appointment. She's been going once a week but since she is doing so well she doesn't go back for 2 weeks. Her neck is greatly improved and her head is reshaping to be more symmetrical. She doesn't cock her as much as she did. You can see in the above picture that it's only slightly cocked.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qivhtCeEaio/TxiGyJ9Jj8I/AAAAAAAACKo/rwAO-kSLHMg/s1600/IMG_2242.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qivhtCeEaio/TxiGyJ9Jj8I/AAAAAAAACKo/rwAO-kSLHMg/s400/IMG_2242.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She is doing great on her stomach and can almost roll from back to front. She's still gets stuck on her side. She enjoys sitting in the bumbo and do great sitting up in our laps. She still sleeps in my bed but not on my arm all night, just most of the night. She is quite restless during the night and nurses often .&amp;nbsp;&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/-EyZqwjr1r8Q/TxiHPw2amcI/AAAAAAAACLA/fhq3ZvPfN-I/s1600/IMG_2197.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EyZqwjr1r8Q/TxiHPw2amcI/AAAAAAAACLA/fhq3ZvPfN-I/s400/IMG_2197.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She is very content and laid back as long as I haven't eaten anything that upsets her. And like I shared the other day, I'm still 100% sure of everything that she is sensitive to. But I'm learning. When I've eaten something bad, we all know it because she doesn't sleep well and she screams.... a lot. I carry her around facing out on my hip most all the time and she still naps in her swing during the day.&amp;nbsp;&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/-NtKCaT06gb8/TxiLPx1eSJI/AAAAAAAACLo/izy0TBRXbkI/s1600/IMG_2237.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NtKCaT06gb8/TxiLPx1eSJI/AAAAAAAACLo/izy0TBRXbkI/s320/IMG_2237.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I must admit I love the fact that she is getting older. I love it when they interact and start playing with toys. I get excited about it getting closer to the time when I can start introducing simple foods. For the most part, I do not have happy infants. So in our family with age seems to comes more contentment which in turns brings a more peaceful home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-3355330424781087366?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/3355330424781087366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=3355330424781087366&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/3355330424781087366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/3355330424781087366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2012/01/4-months.html' title='4 Months'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J5l5HjoYGRA/TxiG6xPGikI/AAAAAAAACKw/uJkBe0YtGCI/s72-c/IMG_2233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-7658368749610865777</id><published>2012-01-19T12:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T12:29:01.500-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><title type='text'>6 Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vadiLn-SUgw/TxhSNRIwSaI/AAAAAAAACKY/nMUmVUQzmKg/s1600/IMG_1696.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vadiLn-SUgw/TxhSNRIwSaI/AAAAAAAACKY/nMUmVUQzmKg/s400/IMG_1696.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 6 years since Jeremy and I committed ourselves to each other for better or for worse. It's been a quick 6 years with lots of ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 6 years we've&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ been blessed with 4 children, 1 at home, 3 in the hospital&lt;br /&gt;~ survived 11 days with our son in the&amp;nbsp;NICU&lt;br /&gt;~ bought and sold 3 houses and currently selling the 4th&lt;br /&gt;~ rented 3 different apartments&lt;br /&gt;~ rented 1 house&lt;br /&gt;~ lived with my parents 3 separate times&lt;br /&gt;~ had our front door attempted to be kicked down&lt;br /&gt;~ had our vehicles broken into 3 different times in 3 different locations&lt;br /&gt;~ had our (current) house broken into (took bank cards/checkbooks &amp;amp; video camera)&lt;br /&gt;~ been unemployed for several months&lt;br /&gt;~ worked (Jeremy) at 6 different jobs (currently looking for #7)&lt;br /&gt;~ gone from an ultra-modern to a reformed church and lifestyle&lt;br /&gt;~ been through 7 vehicles (#8, 9, &amp;amp; 10 are in the driveway)&lt;br /&gt;~ not taken near enough pictures together&lt;br /&gt;~ and a ton of other things I could list. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy 6th Year Anniversary my adoring and loving husband!&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/9014879683807764560-7658368749610865777?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/7658368749610865777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=7658368749610865777&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/7658368749610865777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/7658368749610865777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2012/01/6-years.html' title='6 Years'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vadiLn-SUgw/TxhSNRIwSaI/AAAAAAAACKY/nMUmVUQzmKg/s72-c/IMG_1696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-6036543787888106764</id><published>2012-01-17T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T18:30:30.778-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Godly Growing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Family Library'/><title type='text'>Fear of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wxpd8gzqj3c/TxYC-kO7ICI/AAAAAAAACJ4/TTQkMZ10I8o/s1600/IMG_2208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wxpd8gzqj3c/TxYC-kO7ICI/AAAAAAAACJ4/TTQkMZ10I8o/s400/IMG_2208.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fear of God should take over our entire lives.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cU_TAG-GG6k/TxYDC0aBUAI/AAAAAAAACKA/Kv-JXAbmnqA/s1600/IMG_2214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cU_TAG-GG6k/TxYDC0aBUAI/AAAAAAAACKA/Kv-JXAbmnqA/s400/IMG_2214.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is a perception, a conviction, an attitude,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and an emotion that should burn as a fire at the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;core&amp;nbsp;of our&amp;nbsp;beings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xtc1B6ajMP0/TxYDKUSSaiI/AAAAAAAACKQ/YMCQ7GOjvQc/s1600/IMG_2247.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xtc1B6ajMP0/TxYDKUSSaiI/AAAAAAAACKQ/YMCQ7GOjvQc/s400/IMG_2247.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It should permeate every area of our lives,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;causing us to esteem the smiles and fear the frowns of God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;more than the smiles and frowns of people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vuq8QeqoWDg/TxYDG9zVcSI/AAAAAAAACKI/b7hYNL3lWCQ/s1600/IMG_2216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vuq8QeqoWDg/TxYDG9zVcSI/AAAAAAAACKI/b7hYNL3lWCQ/s400/IMG_2216.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;a href="http://www.ligonier.org/store/parenting-by-gods-promises-hardcover/"&gt; Parenting By God's Promises&lt;/a&gt;, Joel R Beeke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-6036543787888106764?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/6036543787888106764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=6036543787888106764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/6036543787888106764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/6036543787888106764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2012/01/fear-of-god.html' title='Fear of God'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wxpd8gzqj3c/TxYC-kO7ICI/AAAAAAAACJ4/TTQkMZ10I8o/s72-c/IMG_2208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-2307180625269259130</id><published>2012-01-17T06:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T06:33:46.202-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healthy Living'/><title type='text'>Food and Thought</title><content type='html'>This year has already brought about much change and challenge in many areas. We've begun to watch more closely what we eat and how it affects us. As I've mentioned before, Katie doesn't tolerate gluten or dairy in my breastmilk. My only evidence of this is the screaming she does after I eat something from the aforementioned food groups. I'm thinking eggs may be a culprit&amp;nbsp;too. I was SO blessed to be able to spend some time on the phone with Cinnamon from &lt;a href="http://knightsandmaidensgathering.blogspot.com/"&gt;Knights and Maidens Gathering&lt;/a&gt;. She too had dealt with the same problems while breastfeeding her youngest child, Rosie. She has a wealth of information on her site about&lt;a href="http://knightsandmaidensgathering.blogspot.com/search/label/Food%20Allergies"&gt; food allergies&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and she was able to help me find a few other areas that problem food might be hiding.&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/-MtnrN7h_5HM/TxVbo9Cc8-I/AAAAAAAACJs/t1fnmfF_pXU/s1600/IMG_2226.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MtnrN7h_5HM/TxVbo9Cc8-I/AAAAAAAACJs/t1fnmfF_pXU/s400/IMG_2226.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;While on the phone with her she mentioned a blog on her sidebar titled, &lt;a href="http://rachelmariemartin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Finding Joy.&lt;/a&gt; Rachel, the mom of 7 and author of &lt;a href="http://rachelmariemartin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Finding Joy&lt;/a&gt;, recently found out what was wrong with her baby boy, Samuel, after a year of fighting for a diagnosis. It ended up being Celiac Disease. I highly suggest you read &lt;a href="http://rachelmariemartin.blogspot.com/2012/01/celiac-disease-you-didnt-win-we-did.html"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt; of hers.&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/-C7J828J-DDk/TxVbjQGW19I/AAAAAAAACJk/V7Nj4bS08zk/s1600/IMG_2215.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C7J828J-DDk/TxVbjQGW19I/AAAAAAAACJk/V7Nj4bS08zk/s400/IMG_2215.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am looking at starting the &lt;a href="http://www.tvernonlac.com/food-allergy-diet.html"&gt;Elimination Diet &lt;/a&gt;in order to figure out and confirm what my body and what Katie's body reacts to. I know for a fact that my body does not like Almond milk and Gluten Free Rice Chex mixed together. Normally we don't eat cereal but eliminating dairy and gluten doesn't leave too many quick, snacky things to eat and this breastfeeding Mama stays hungry. &amp;nbsp;I'm not sure if it is the combination or one or the other. But I also know that while they tasted really good, my body doesn't like these &lt;a href="http://rachelmariemartin.blogspot.com/2011/05/gf-peanut-butter-super-delicious.html"&gt;Gluten Free Peanut Butter Cookies&lt;/a&gt;. Both foods make me feel slightly nauseous and my head to ache. Interesting, very interesting.&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/-DB1hYU0sWWo/TxVaBca5jYI/AAAAAAAACJE/XUWgx_GXUyk/s1600/IMG_2218.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DB1hYU0sWWo/TxVaBca5jYI/AAAAAAAACJE/XUWgx_GXUyk/s400/IMG_2218.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of the girls, Maggie and Emma, are prone to stomach aches. My pediatrician says it's reflux. I say it's food. So I'm on the lookout for what's ailing them too. My dear husband has common stomach issues too but I'm thinking while he thinks it's a good idea he's not gonna stick with the diet long enough to figure anything out. : ) I know my guy pretty well and when it comes to food he'll just deal with the pain.&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/-1WgIKqlV8EI/TxVaVntqlwI/AAAAAAAACJc/r6aFiyavUt8/s1600/IMG_2244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1WgIKqlV8EI/TxVaVntqlwI/AAAAAAAACJc/r6aFiyavUt8/s400/IMG_2244.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Emma had a stomach yesterday while we were working on remodeling the bathrooms. Both bathtubs were filled with tools and junk so we made her a temporary tub with a storage container and lots of warm water to ease her tummy. Her big sister fed her popcorn to pass the time. : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think I used to think eating healthy was simply eating natural whole foods. Boy can things get complicated quickly. To God be the Glory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-2307180625269259130?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/2307180625269259130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=2307180625269259130&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/2307180625269259130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/2307180625269259130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2012/01/food-and-thought.html' title='Food and Thought'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MtnrN7h_5HM/TxVbo9Cc8-I/AAAAAAAACJs/t1fnmfF_pXU/s72-c/IMG_2226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-7988728122830532176</id><published>2012-01-10T19:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T19:41:13.348-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home Educating'/><title type='text'>Morning Math Mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HjgR_L_1IMc/TwzZxB8hFpI/AAAAAAAACHs/WKp4Y2_l6V8/s1600/IMG_2203.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HjgR_L_1IMc/TwzZxB8hFpI/AAAAAAAACHs/WKp4Y2_l6V8/s400/IMG_2203.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone knows you need peanuts to do math,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A sister to eat the extras,&amp;nbsp;&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/-VJiwOVuZiTk/TwzZ2IFRS3I/AAAAAAAACH0/z-KWYTg6XBk/s1600/IMG_2205.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VJiwOVuZiTk/TwzZ2IFRS3I/AAAAAAAACH0/z-KWYTg6XBk/s400/IMG_2205.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And a brother with the silliest "cheese" face!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Don't you just love homeschooling? : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-7988728122830532176?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/7988728122830532176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=7988728122830532176&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/7988728122830532176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/7988728122830532176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2012/01/morning-math-mess.html' title='Morning Math Mess'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HjgR_L_1IMc/TwzZxB8hFpI/AAAAAAAACHs/WKp4Y2_l6V8/s72-c/IMG_2203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-6278900582575954660</id><published>2012-01-09T12:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T12:02:28.622-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zion'/><title type='text'>New Way of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-alpnS_QQrcE/TwnY7lCGD3I/AAAAAAAACHU/VoouavCRahk/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-alpnS_QQrcE/TwnY7lCGD3I/AAAAAAAACHU/VoouavCRahk/s400/DSC_0005.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Zion is learning about life without a pacifier. He's an addict and it's been so heartbreaking watching him so through withdrawals. We decided to do it cold turkey and it's been a few days; with day getting better and better. We even made it through our Sunday service with no paci. We are having to keep on him for putting his hands/fingers in his mouth so as not to develop that bad habit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zcCI7TBD6Nw/TwnaD2ByTcI/AAAAAAAACHc/Jrcq6w7l09Y/s1600/IMG_1958.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zcCI7TBD6Nw/TwnaD2ByTcI/AAAAAAAACHc/Jrcq6w7l09Y/s400/IMG_1958.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He's started adding some new words to his VERY limited vocabulary but he still does lots of grunting. We've come to love his grunting and will more than likely miss the day when it ceases. It's kind of his trademark. : )&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lj3I9ZM3z9g/TwnaZzZk1zI/AAAAAAAACHk/Xhr1WUfqW2o/s1600/IMG_1973.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lj3I9ZM3z9g/TwnaZzZk1zI/AAAAAAAACHk/Xhr1WUfqW2o/s400/IMG_1973.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We still have two main physical things to work on:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;~ sleeping in his own bed&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;~ potty training&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We are going to get over the paci withdrawals and then start on the sleeping thing and in the months/year to come work on the potty training when he shows some signs of being ready.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-6278900582575954660?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/6278900582575954660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=6278900582575954660&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/6278900582575954660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/6278900582575954660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-way-of-life.html' title='New Way of Life'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-alpnS_QQrcE/TwnY7lCGD3I/AAAAAAAACHU/VoouavCRahk/s72-c/DSC_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-4713473924176268912</id><published>2012-01-08T12:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T17:03:21.018-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><title type='text'>New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uaYiVa6KyW0/TwnR49V7A9I/AAAAAAAACGo/uLlb9o1nOEY/s1600/IMG_2190.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uaYiVa6KyW0/TwnR49V7A9I/AAAAAAAACGo/uLlb9o1nOEY/s400/IMG_2190.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Somehow my idea to keep up better with the blog has not been happening. I finally got caught up from my lack of blogging in December only to fall behind yet again. We got our blog from 2009- 2010 published by Blurb. It now sits on our book shelf in it's hard back book, all pretty with pictures and words. Well mostly on the shelf, &amp;nbsp;it's in the girls' laps as they look at it over and over. We were very pleased with the results and are almost finished compiling the 2011 blog for book #2. It gave me a boost to continuing to blog in order to record our family memories, milestones, and struggles.&amp;nbsp;&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/-p2yuk1zOXxw/TwnR7ThWaoI/AAAAAAAACGw/NoC-Dr04r-c/s1600/IMG_2191.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p2yuk1zOXxw/TwnR7ThWaoI/AAAAAAAACGw/NoC-Dr04r-c/s400/IMG_2191.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We did our traditional New Year's meal at my house, inviting my parents, sister, and Aunt. We didn't actually do it on New Year's but the day after.&amp;nbsp;&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/-zKAqyVQgG_A/TwnSEuMJAPI/AAAAAAAACG4/a42062NSXR8/s1600/IMG_2196.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zKAqyVQgG_A/TwnSEuMJAPI/AAAAAAAACG4/a42062NSXR8/s400/IMG_2196.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We are working to complete some of the house projects we started, like covering all the red trim, destructing the bathroom, redoing the hall ceiling, painting the hall, redoing some the crazy wiring.... the list goes on and on.&amp;nbsp;&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/-u78JZfno32g/TwnSYUW5zoI/AAAAAAAACHA/SkGU4QR5i3E/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u78JZfno32g/TwnSYUW5zoI/AAAAAAAACHA/SkGU4QR5i3E/s400/DSC_0002.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had a realtor come out and do a walk through and we waiting to see what she thinks it might market for. We are interested in selling and buying some less expensive in order to get closer to being debt free. Our payment here is small compared to most but there are lots of repairs that need to be done inside and out that are costly. And time and money to do them are not our friend. : )&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SyDkGDSXW6Q/TwnSsU-ay_I/AAAAAAAACHI/H1bLn58Dk_Y/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SyDkGDSXW6Q/TwnSsU-ay_I/AAAAAAAACHI/H1bLn58Dk_Y/s400/DSC_0006.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So far it's been a great new year but it's already going by so quickly. I've yet to sit down and make out my discipline desires for the year. I've got a few rolling over in my mind but I've not made them actual "goals" yet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-4713473924176268912?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/4713473924176268912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=4713473924176268912&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/4713473924176268912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/4713473924176268912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year.html' title='New Year'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uaYiVa6KyW0/TwnR49V7A9I/AAAAAAAACGo/uLlb9o1nOEY/s72-c/IMG_2190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-2105982718962326845</id><published>2011-12-30T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T13:08:01.682-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><title type='text'>The Days that Followed Christmas - Family Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JPRw9n374bI/Tv33xObaykI/AAAAAAAACDg/InvuxZUuzbo/s1600/IMG_2078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JPRw9n374bI/Tv33xObaykI/AAAAAAAACDg/InvuxZUuzbo/s400/IMG_2078.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas morning we woke up in the hotel room and headed down for good hot breakfast on the main floor. We actually went down in our PJ's. : )&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tsiqYBsVul8/Tv337a0NQBI/AAAAAAAACDs/9QWhgr3xSZc/s1600/IMG_2079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tsiqYBsVul8/Tv337a0NQBI/AAAAAAAACDs/9QWhgr3xSZc/s400/IMG_2079.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After watching a little of the holiday parade on TV, Jeremy took the three older children down for a Christmas swim. Don't you love the boots from Grandma? *wink*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sgS0kjIImHs/Tv34jyl7ZKI/AAAAAAAACD4/Mn-bNA0jiFQ/s1600/IMG_2088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sgS0kjIImHs/Tv34jyl7ZKI/AAAAAAAACD4/Mn-bNA0jiFQ/s400/IMG_2088.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After swimming and baths the children got their Christmas "stockings" which is actually a pail. I wanted them to have something that would be easy to match for our future children plus something that was inexpensive, durable, and easy to find. So for $3.79 a piece we have a galvanized bucket from the feed and seed store.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JYXrIy8qOjI/Tv34tuEuniI/AAAAAAAACEE/jdFrMeTLEOM/s1600/IMG_2093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JYXrIy8qOjI/Tv34tuEuniI/AAAAAAAACEE/jdFrMeTLEOM/s400/IMG_2093.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Each of the 3 children also got one gift to open. Maggie got a "sewing" kit, Emma got "those melting beads" and Zion got a gun, hat, and Civil War book. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ic1tpg_4p-8/Tv35aC4raMI/AAAAAAAACEk/KibLTuquiIs/s1600/IMG_2153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ic1tpg_4p-8/Tv35aC4raMI/AAAAAAAACEk/KibLTuquiIs/s400/IMG_2153.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We loaded up and made the 30 minute drive to parents and spend the remainder of the day there with my family. We were blessed to have my brother, his wife, and their 3 children and also my sister and her husband and 2 teenage sons at mom and dad's.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DDOxHIcGX_Q/Tv35IF1Y6oI/AAAAAAAACEY/8bpb0xK0yuo/s1600/IMG_2155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DDOxHIcGX_Q/Tv35IF1Y6oI/AAAAAAAACEY/8bpb0xK0yuo/s400/IMG_2155.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;We had spent time explaining to the children what Christmas was about and that we were going to have a birthday cake for Jesus. Emma was adamant about Jesus not being able to eat cake. At first she was concerned then she decided we would eat it FOR Him. : ) And Maggie said we needed to pick His cake out for Him since He couldn't do it. : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/-O2IUosyRl1g/Tv35CatwKDI/AAAAAAAACEQ/qU5fET3LR28/s1600/IMG_2146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O2IUosyRl1g/Tv35CatwKDI/AAAAAAAACEQ/qU5fET3LR28/s400/IMG_2146.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was a great day with lots of food and lots of cousin fun. There was lots of men sleeping on the couch on an off and several times of multiple computers in use simultaneously.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3m5zDWS-JaE/Tv35nP6xW9I/AAAAAAAACEw/y6cJAyD7UhY/s1600/IMG_2168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3m5zDWS-JaE/Tv35nP6xW9I/AAAAAAAACEw/y6cJAyD7UhY/s400/IMG_2168.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We attempted to get a "good" grandchild/cousin photo but Emma was having a HUGE meltdown so this is as good as it got. : )&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-6366724668645859296?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/6366724668645859296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=6366724668645859296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/6366724668645859296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/6366724668645859296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-day.html' title='Christmas Day'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JPRw9n374bI/Tv33xObaykI/AAAAAAAACDg/InvuxZUuzbo/s72-c/IMG_2078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-6729843164829240264</id><published>2011-12-29T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T13:10:16.114-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MhkkQbDG5tk/Tvu8GSj18zI/AAAAAAAACAk/LbHzs0ORuOc/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MhkkQbDG5tk/Tvu8GSj18zI/AAAAAAAACAk/LbHzs0ORuOc/s400/DSC_0016.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas in our family is anything but calm and serene. &amp;nbsp;It involves late nights and too many gifts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D_TYWcFgkvU/Tvu9BaL-V_I/AAAAAAAACBA/XrboPfFL6QU/s1600/DSC_0041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D_TYWcFgkvU/Tvu9BaL-V_I/AAAAAAAACBA/XrboPfFL6QU/s400/DSC_0041.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas Eve morning we did gifts with all the children. Each child gets 3 gifts under the tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MzZr5FYt29Q/Tvu-ZTxjDjI/AAAAAAAACBo/JJ3eegGDF6I/s1600/IMG_2047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MzZr5FYt29Q/Tvu-ZTxjDjI/AAAAAAAACBo/JJ3eegGDF6I/s400/IMG_2047.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For Josh, tool kit, bible study, and The Screwtape Letters. For Natalie, an art easel kit, bible study, and a "new" jacket. For Autumn, a deluxe art set, bible study, and a "new jacket.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5zafHURIydE/TvymAoBTwmI/AAAAAAAACB0/0CuBelIP-7Q/s1600/DSC_0095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5zafHURIydE/TvymAoBTwmI/AAAAAAAACB0/0CuBelIP-7Q/s400/DSC_0095.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For Maggie, an RC Sproul child's book, The Barber who Wanted to pray, Passion Hymns for a Kid's Heart, and new pajamas. For Emma, an RC Sproul children's book, The King without a Shadow, Christmas Hymns for a Kid's Heart, and a new pajamas. For Zion, a new workbench and 5 matchbox cars and carrier bought at a yard sale during the summer. And a joint gift of the Winnie the Pooh movie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RcfZueo6RDw/Tvyrr5u50vI/AAAAAAAACDI/NP5zfiyJvdc/s1600/IMG_2052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RcfZueo6RDw/Tvyrr5u50vI/AAAAAAAACDI/NP5zfiyJvdc/s400/IMG_2052.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Each child got a goodie bag with a Pepsi, Little Debbie Tree, fruit roll, gum, marshmallow rope, a chocolate snowman, and a glow stick.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KwfPmwNfqT8/Tvyse_3DRzI/AAAAAAAACDU/2Bu_OTqpmeA/s1600/DSC_0109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KwfPmwNfqT8/Tvyse_3DRzI/AAAAAAAACDU/2Bu_OTqpmeA/s400/DSC_0109.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The children all enjoyed the junk while watching Winnie the Pooh. Most of it my children didn't eat. : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rufHWX6TxOU/TvymohLNHnI/AAAAAAAACCA/1qXJ4lrT1mk/s1600/DSC_0120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rufHWX6TxOU/TvymohLNHnI/AAAAAAAACCA/1qXJ4lrT1mk/s400/DSC_0120.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We made the adorable mice treats to take to Jeremy's parents Christmas Eve night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDjqgEfGOlk/Tvym2qzeL_I/AAAAAAAACCM/MMew-n-vzR8/s1600/IMG_2069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDjqgEfGOlk/Tvym2qzeL_I/AAAAAAAACCM/MMew-n-vzR8/s400/IMG_2069.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After a lunch of fried chicken strips, rice, and green beans everyone except Mama took a nap. We then freshened up a bit and loaded the big green van to head to Jeremy's grandparents where there would be finger foods and LOTS of relatives. We left about 4:15 and got there about 5.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DpV3vgfPl1k/TvynFb9NZsI/AAAAAAAACCg/GMRAHGVUWfc/s1600/IMG_2075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DpV3vgfPl1k/TvynFb9NZsI/AAAAAAAACCg/GMRAHGVUWfc/s400/IMG_2075.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's always a crazy time with lots of loud people and general chaos. For the most part my children don't handle the confusion well so it's not something I look forward to. : ) After eating and getting one gift a piece from their great-grandparents we loaded in the van again around 8 and made the 45 minute drive to Jeremy's parents.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f4dJUqJamCs/TvynPssHWHI/AAAAAAAACCs/pne7eVh1zWw/s1600/IMG_2072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f4dJUqJamCs/TvynPssHWHI/AAAAAAAACCs/pne7eVh1zWw/s400/IMG_2072.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;At Jeremy's parents there is lots of gift exchanging which takes a good 2 hours or more. This year the gifts were over the top and next year we are looking at possibly completely pulling out of the tradition family Christmas in order to try to limit the materialistness of Christmas and try to regain the focus of Christ's birth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AxCauUbuQnE/TvynaeWIOWI/AAAAAAAACC4/Jyl-NiH8kyk/s1600/IMG_2077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AxCauUbuQnE/TvynaeWIOWI/AAAAAAAACC4/Jyl-NiH8kyk/s400/IMG_2077.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After completing the gift exchange at Jeremy's parents around 11PM we had a 45 minute drive down country back roads and over a mountain to meet Jeremy's ex wife to drop off his children so they could spend Christmas with her and their family on that side. Last year we spent the night in a camper in the driveway of Jeremy's parents. This year we stayed in a hotel in the town of the drop off.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-6729843164829240264?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/6729843164829240264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=6729843164829240264&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/6729843164829240264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/6729843164829240264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MhkkQbDG5tk/Tvu8GSj18zI/AAAAAAAACAk/LbHzs0ORuOc/s72-c/DSC_0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-3418094849609700229</id><published>2011-12-28T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T19:55:55.042-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><title type='text'>Christmas Goodies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TfDeChbby1I/Tvu3do8pi9I/AAAAAAAAB-k/COch5SQ5kKs/s1600/IMG_2009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TfDeChbby1I/Tvu3do8pi9I/AAAAAAAAB-k/COch5SQ5kKs/s400/IMG_2009.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jeremy helped the little ones make their first gingerbread houses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LCpgG9u8VOk/Tvu4F02RJqI/AAAAAAAAB_M/GD8igKB-euQ/s1600/IMG_2015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LCpgG9u8VOk/Tvu4F02RJqI/AAAAAAAAB_M/GD8igKB-euQ/s400/IMG_2015.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then the next day they set about decorating them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O7lH-jKSAbg/Tvu4ReOXdqI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/BlFPuz3hhnY/s1600/IMG_2012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O7lH-jKSAbg/Tvu4ReOXdqI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/BlFPuz3hhnY/s400/IMG_2012.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The time spent decorating was short.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aLTvIPgZ7Kc/Tvu4aVZm9kI/AAAAAAAAB_k/Ib_1r7E8fWI/s1600/IMG_2026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aLTvIPgZ7Kc/Tvu4aVZm9kI/AAAAAAAAB_k/Ib_1r7E8fWI/s400/IMG_2026.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The time spent eating was a little longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And the time spent cleaning was MUCH longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EPc2YqkQK70/Tvu4r15wOBI/AAAAAAAAB_w/7mkwKV6JrJU/s1600/IMG_2038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EPc2YqkQK70/Tvu4r15wOBI/AAAAAAAAB_w/7mkwKV6JrJU/s400/IMG_2038.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mom and I spent some time in the kitchen cooking up some goodies to share those we love and appreciate. This year we made&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;white chocolate pretzels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;pecan cheesecake bars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"fudge"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oatmeal Craisin Cookies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;brownies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas candy (not pictured)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EPc2YqkQK70/Tvu4r15wOBI/AAAAAAAAB_w/7mkwKV6JrJU/s1600/IMG_2038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eB0TYaAXuFw/Tvu477sIzXI/AAAAAAAACAM/lKVdU6YwlQs/s1600/IMG_2036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eB0TYaAXuFw/Tvu477sIzXI/AAAAAAAACAM/lKVdU6YwlQs/s400/IMG_2036.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We delivered them to friends, doctors, familiar faces of workers at Costco,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jeremy's co-workers, mailmen, and others.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-3418094849609700229?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/3418094849609700229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=3418094849609700229&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/3418094849609700229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/3418094849609700229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-goodies.html' title='Christmas Goodies'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TfDeChbby1I/Tvu3do8pi9I/AAAAAAAAB-k/COch5SQ5kKs/s72-c/IMG_2009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-5121513435209024117</id><published>2011-12-19T09:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T09:12:01.065-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie'/><title type='text'>3 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QGFJd3f4v-g/Tu0ijrRCWmI/AAAAAAAAB90/7Z_BV3j12Ng/s1600/IMG_2000.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QGFJd3f4v-g/Tu0ijrRCWmI/AAAAAAAAB90/7Z_BV3j12Ng/s320/IMG_2000.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Katie bug is now 3 months. She always has an ever ready smile which spreads from ear to ear. She laughs out loud, babbles lots and just completely melts all our hearts. At her check up last week she weighed in at 12 pounds and 8 ounces. She's a wonderful healthy little lady. Thankfully she doesn't weigh&lt;a href="http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2010/06/mr-chubbers.html"&gt; over 16 pounds at 3 months like her brother&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9IZUSnEIjYk/Tu0hMQBtBHI/AAAAAAAAB9o/72SUCCxtwr4/s1600/IMG_1921.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9IZUSnEIjYk/Tu0hMQBtBHI/AAAAAAAAB9o/72SUCCxtwr4/s320/IMG_1921.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(notice the bracelet from her sister on her little arm)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She is going to have some physical theraphy for her neck issue. She holds her little head cocked to one side. We go for our first appointment today. I am NOT looking forward to it but I am relieved to be working on getting her head straight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zACoOTbyrbU/Tu0hH127JRI/AAAAAAAAB9g/Ksf0GmJ4Xyk/s1600/IMG_1916.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zACoOTbyrbU/Tu0hH127JRI/AAAAAAAAB9g/Ksf0GmJ4Xyk/s320/IMG_1916.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She still sleeps on my arm at night, every night, all night and she continues to not nap well during the day (like less than 2 hours combined day naps). But she usually sleeps for 6 - 7 hours straight at night (she goes to bed around 7) and then wakes up about every 2 hours to nurse. We've still not quite figured out her nursing/food sensitivities. I can't figure it out 100% but I'm still (mostly) avoiding wheat and dairy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-5121513435209024117?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/5121513435209024117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=5121513435209024117&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/5121513435209024117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/5121513435209024117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/12/3-months.html' title='3 Months'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QGFJd3f4v-g/Tu0ijrRCWmI/AAAAAAAAB90/7Z_BV3j12Ng/s72-c/IMG_2000.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-8807230862824845835</id><published>2011-12-17T15:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T15:59:29.925-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><title type='text'>Pre-Christmas Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jRgr7Fqkdas/Tuz1CBJ8rTI/AAAAAAAAB8o/J58bImu2V1o/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jRgr7Fqkdas/Tuz1CBJ8rTI/AAAAAAAAB8o/J58bImu2V1o/s400/DSC_0001.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our big Charlie Brown Tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KIjBa5A8zy4/Tu0Ce3qr1MI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/Mx0FpXllexY/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KIjBa5A8zy4/Tu0Ce3qr1MI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/Mx0FpXllexY/s400/DSC_0013.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The girls' tree with an angel handpicked by Emma&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xlzZWJN8D00/TuzzkWBf9XI/AAAAAAAAB74/SRq7d_IFfYA/s1600/IMG_1944.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xlzZWJN8D00/TuzzkWBf9XI/AAAAAAAAB74/SRq7d_IFfYA/s400/IMG_1944.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Making Christmas Bracelets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ocRIFwipLOo/Tuzz03vfD4I/AAAAAAAAB8A/FbIOHvH6288/s1600/IMG_1956.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ocRIFwipLOo/Tuzz03vfD4I/AAAAAAAAB8A/FbIOHvH6288/s400/IMG_1956.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Decorating Nana and Papa's Tree&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3id_VSRvkNs/Tuz0A0FjdEI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/xC5vItTzWtc/s1600/IMG_1952.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3id_VSRvkNs/Tuz0A0FjdEI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/xC5vItTzWtc/s400/IMG_1952.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Spreading Christmas Cheer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_EhBCimEMiI/Tuzz6aafbJI/AAAAAAAAB8I/5sptzXKfqac/s1600/IMG_1970.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_EhBCimEMiI/Tuzz6aafbJI/AAAAAAAAB8I/5sptzXKfqac/s400/IMG_1970.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A little driveway art&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AcOp05RIOYA/Tuz1QwHZ2NI/AAAAAAAAB9I/ajm7yTda99g/s1600/IMG_1984.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AcOp05RIOYA/Tuz1QwHZ2NI/AAAAAAAAB9I/ajm7yTda99g/s400/IMG_1984.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Local Christmas Parade&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bzo0J_QW0T8/Tuz1F3MAuQI/AAAAAAAAB8w/bXukTW5FvX0/s1600/IMG_1977.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bzo0J_QW0T8/Tuz1F3MAuQI/AAAAAAAAB8w/bXukTW5FvX0/s400/IMG_1977.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Backpackin' with Daddy at parade while eating cookies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2sPJjNBcpE/Tuz1JuE8aDI/AAAAAAAAB84/lOXXSyg607E/s1600/IMG_1978.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d2sPJjNBcpE/Tuz1JuE8aDI/AAAAAAAAB84/lOXXSyg607E/s400/IMG_1978.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mommy posing with Daddy's coffee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lMbP6F8wLPg/Tuz1NzoK4gI/AAAAAAAAB9A/A8JEFWrcGqA/s1600/IMG_1980.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lMbP6F8wLPg/Tuz1NzoK4gI/AAAAAAAAB9A/A8JEFWrcGqA/s400/IMG_1980.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Katie sporting Zion's hat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-8807230862824845835?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/8807230862824845835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=8807230862824845835&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/8807230862824845835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/8807230862824845835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/12/pre-christmas-season.html' title='Pre-Christmas Season'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jRgr7Fqkdas/Tuz1CBJ8rTI/AAAAAAAAB8o/J58bImu2V1o/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-7787784499735794505</id><published>2011-12-17T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T14:50:17.198-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><title type='text'>Post Thanksgiving Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_fdekwEjaSM/TuzYSkSoE1I/AAAAAAAAB6w/dSDe_7oL9lw/s1600/IMG_1932.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_fdekwEjaSM/TuzYSkSoE1I/AAAAAAAAB6w/dSDe_7oL9lw/s400/IMG_1932.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(the bounty of the apple season)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We spent Black Friday canning applesauce. Hello Black Friday savings. : )&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ji6dfAbcG4g/TuzXwxjltJI/AAAAAAAAB6g/UQDwrqbejgE/s1600/DSC_0080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ji6dfAbcG4g/TuzXwxjltJI/AAAAAAAAB6g/UQDwrqbejgE/s320/DSC_0080.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(big green loaded and ready to go)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jeremy surprised us with an impromtpo plan to take a "stay"cation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GyXIPmCkV60/TuzYPuFFhdI/AAAAAAAAB6o/LM5lKmtpp8Q/s1600/DSC_0088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GyXIPmCkV60/TuzYPuFFhdI/AAAAAAAAB6o/LM5lKmtpp8Q/s400/DSC_0088.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(apple in the floor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We originally were talking about going to Gatlinburg but with the mileage/money and crowds we decided to have a little time away in town.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--__kUajlfDE/TuzZytjSNwI/AAAAAAAAB7k/QxW2Ne2HEMY/s1600/IMG_1987.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--__kUajlfDE/TuzZytjSNwI/AAAAAAAAB7k/QxW2Ne2HEMY/s400/IMG_1987.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(settling in)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He picked us out a super nice hotel downtown with a generous sized suite and an enormous hot breakfast bar! It put all other hotels to shame!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lEVOXMOdx5k/Tuzu81ZE0sI/AAAAAAAAB7w/_Rr-Ihp3Ka4/s1600/DSC_0089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lEVOXMOdx5k/Tuzu81ZE0sI/AAAAAAAAB7w/_Rr-Ihp3Ka4/s400/DSC_0089.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(a little city viewing)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We spent a lot of time talking and thankfully it was warmish and we were able to spend a good bit of time walking outside.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PHmm_bC_SjA/TuzYuocvBLI/AAAAAAAAB68/5zrTtbndwsI/s1600/DSC_0093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PHmm_bC_SjA/TuzYuocvBLI/AAAAAAAAB68/5zrTtbndwsI/s400/DSC_0093.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(have swing, will travel)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had our Saturday Thanksgiving meal at my parent's and then went back to the hotel where the children enjoyed an afternoon (indoor) swim with Daddy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TKOT2BqKlg4/TuzZLR28k0I/AAAAAAAAB7E/rt3IUPaL2LI/s1600/DSC_0115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TKOT2BqKlg4/TuzZLR28k0I/AAAAAAAAB7E/rt3IUPaL2LI/s400/DSC_0115.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;paci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; addict)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We took a walk to a nearby dinner and got one piece of a Coke flavored 7 layer cake which we ate in the eating area of the hotel near the insanely tall Christmas tree.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eC3LZBdd02A/TuzZO0WHDbI/AAAAAAAAB7M/gC4Fq9GWSxk/s1600/IMG_1933.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eC3LZBdd02A/TuzZO0WHDbI/AAAAAAAAB7M/gC4Fq9GWSxk/s400/IMG_1933.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(waiting on the shuttle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For dinner we road the free downtown shuttle to our favorite pizza joint and shared a large pizza and lots of water.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BOcO6JpPrb8/TuzZSlzZFvI/AAAAAAAAB7U/mW3zEYXJiJI/s1600/IMG_1943.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BOcO6JpPrb8/TuzZSlzZFvI/AAAAAAAAB7U/mW3zEYXJiJI/s400/IMG_1943.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(outside the pizza joint)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Afterwards we rode the shuttle to see the downtown (electronic) window presentation the local electric company puts up each year.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vy-k5bIYlMk/TuzZvQx8aKI/AAAAAAAAB7c/6n1IYpXYedo/s1600/DSC_0124.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vy-k5bIYlMk/TuzZvQx8aKI/AAAAAAAAB7c/6n1IYpXYedo/s400/DSC_0124.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(photo fun in the hallway)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After a little viewing we walked back to the room to share in some hot chocolate memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was a wonderful weekend; something I can't wait to repeat!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-7787784499735794505?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/7787784499735794505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=7787784499735794505&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/7787784499735794505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/7787784499735794505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/12/post-thanksgiving-trip.html' title='Post Thanksgiving Trip'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_fdekwEjaSM/TuzYSkSoE1I/AAAAAAAAB6w/dSDe_7oL9lw/s72-c/IMG_1932.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-3999162917920645653</id><published>2011-12-17T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T12:53:20.060-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5-7ducOPQTk/TuzUR-EfRJI/AAAAAAAAB50/o7_5uAAgCRs/s1600/IMG_1930.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5-7ducOPQTk/TuzUR-EfRJI/AAAAAAAAB50/o7_5uAAgCRs/s400/IMG_1930.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Zylie and his morning meal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s8xwLXObC-M/TuzUDb4GYmI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/Hf73kr3fUKk/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s8xwLXObC-M/TuzUDb4GYmI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/Hf73kr3fUKk/s400/DSC_0001.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The littles watching the Thanksgiving Parade on the computer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EKt6wR3asxU/TuzVu2IGeMI/AAAAAAAAB6M/TUQpxurADA8/s1600/DSC_0061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EKt6wR3asxU/TuzVu2IGeMI/AAAAAAAAB6M/TUQpxurADA8/s400/DSC_0061.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Feast at Grandma and Pawpaw's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wCyzyBZhI9c/TuzU0ckXQoI/AAAAAAAAB58/4PRRvubDOik/s1600/DSC_0045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wCyzyBZhI9c/TuzU0ckXQoI/AAAAAAAAB58/4PRRvubDOik/s400/DSC_0045.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The mini table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9KQwgdsa2Q/TuzVSCu0_oI/AAAAAAAAB6E/py6cEZ7wZQc/s1600/DSC_0053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9KQwgdsa2Q/TuzVSCu0_oI/AAAAAAAAB6E/py6cEZ7wZQc/s400/DSC_0053.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The big table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yfW8Fp9pJEk/TuzWKKdmWgI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/hyjcpv6xYtI/s1600/DSC_0071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yfW8Fp9pJEk/TuzWKKdmWgI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/hyjcpv6xYtI/s400/DSC_0071.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This year's newest blessing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KsZwvpieUOw/TtllPvpeLjI/AAAAAAAAB4c/GLe_N8JEbd8/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KsZwvpieUOw/TtllPvpeLjI/AAAAAAAAB4c/GLe_N8JEbd8/s400/IMG_1961.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;When the new washing machine came,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;thanks to the generosity and selflessness of my wonderful caring parents!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-4142617800030043150?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/4142617800030043150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=4142617800030043150&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/4142617800030043150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/4142617800030043150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/12/oh-happy-day.html' title='Oh Happy Day'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KsZwvpieUOw/TtllPvpeLjI/AAAAAAAAB4c/GLe_N8JEbd8/s72-c/IMG_1961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-641206740204372250</id><published>2011-11-23T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T09:23:46.923-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Godly Growing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home Educating'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDnZG9XQyfQ/Tsu54UEJQmI/AAAAAAAAB4I/tlLA_-D5vsA/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDnZG9XQyfQ/Tsu54UEJQmI/AAAAAAAAB4I/tlLA_-D5vsA/s400/DSC_0010.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We've been enjoying focusing this week on the story of the Pilgrims and what Thanksgiving really is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_OnwH03wb4U/Tsu5jbQ2pQI/AAAAAAAAB4A/GiyqPG2CB7Y/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_OnwH03wb4U/Tsu5jbQ2pQI/AAAAAAAAB4A/GiyqPG2CB7Y/s400/DSC_0003.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We've read a lot and done some fun crafts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MRAxyw1av_o/Tsu6WPkUpJI/AAAAAAAAB4U/ofiMjXlZSdA/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MRAxyw1av_o/Tsu6WPkUpJI/AAAAAAAAB4U/ofiMjXlZSdA/s400/DSC_0003.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And now we spend the day preparing the food for Thanksgiving.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If you haven't already then I suggest you read&lt;a href="http://www.visionforum.com/news/blogs/doug/2011/11/9741/"&gt; this&lt;/a&gt; from Doug Phillips.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-641206740204372250?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/641206740204372250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=641206740204372250&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/641206740204372250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/641206740204372250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-fun.html' title='Thanksgiving Fun'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uDnZG9XQyfQ/Tsu54UEJQmI/AAAAAAAAB4I/tlLA_-D5vsA/s72-c/DSC_0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-2926791018464937009</id><published>2011-11-22T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T09:58:17.155-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home Educating'/><title type='text'>Handwriting Woes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jLjVGtrwCM/Tsu0jrnwtKI/AAAAAAAAB3k/iRPDJpGVU8A/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jLjVGtrwCM/Tsu0jrnwtKI/AAAAAAAAB3k/iRPDJpGVU8A/s400/DSC_0008.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(this is my fear and motivation - the handwriting of a certain 13 old&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;who frequents our house)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh handwriting. This is our biggest struggle (of course we are only doing writing, reading, and math). I battle with how much to expect and how much will improve with practice, time, and age. I know excellent handwriting can be achieved very young. My dear, diligent, friend &lt;a href="http://littlearrows.blogspot.com/2011/09/our-school-year.html"&gt;Laura and her children&lt;/a&gt; have proven that. I've been blessed to see it in person.&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/-mBFWtW9Dc0A/Tsu0DifO6rI/AAAAAAAAB3c/pQj3up1IKNk/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mBFWtW9Dc0A/Tsu0DifO6rI/AAAAAAAAB3c/pQj3up1IKNk/s400/DSC_0004.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Maggie's writing practice this week)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I admit I can't stand messy writing. It is important to myself and my husband that our children write neat and legible. I don't want to push too hard but I don't want to allow bad habits to be formed or allow laziness to reign!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8yv6LtF838Y/Tsu1ATqwZkI/AAAAAAAAB3s/3JoaHwXRqsk/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8yv6LtF838Y/Tsu1ATqwZkI/AAAAAAAAB3s/3JoaHwXRqsk/s400/DSC_0006.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I don't want to neglect something that needs attention but I so often stress over things that work themselves out in time. So what I want to know is what do you do with handwriting? How much do you expect from a 5 year old? Do you make them do it over and over until they get it perfect every time or do you just carry on each day with more and more practice and not make it be perfect?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-2926791018464937009?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/2926791018464937009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=2926791018464937009&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/2926791018464937009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/2926791018464937009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/11/handwriting-woes.html' title='Handwriting Woes'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1jLjVGtrwCM/Tsu0jrnwtKI/AAAAAAAAB3k/iRPDJpGVU8A/s72-c/DSC_0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-4018465790899537659</id><published>2011-11-17T12:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T12:29:08.508-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><title type='text'>Real Life in our Living Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ATFbRmzVwmc/TsU_2nY-U_I/AAAAAAAAB2g/WDw8nwGWOPE/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ATFbRmzVwmc/TsU_2nY-U_I/AAAAAAAAB2g/WDw8nwGWOPE/s400/DSC_0006.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Little ones coloring on the couch (not a good location)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Maggie's bedshoes in the floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Zion's blanket in the floor&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Flashlight on floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Canning book left on bookcase&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-20DSKvS1WXk/TsVAQuRlm4I/AAAAAAAAB2o/ww-WyzlZEY8/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-20DSKvS1WXk/TsVAQuRlm4I/AAAAAAAAB2o/ww-WyzlZEY8/s400/DSC_0007.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Blanket in the chair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Zion's clean shirt on back of chair&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;coloring books on "picnic" table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;shoes not in cabinet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;cabinet door not shut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;homeschool cabinet not shut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;sleepy wrap left on bench&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;donation items strewn on the floor (thanks Zion)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;face place not on light switch&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;back door (with a crack) not painted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;trim still red (working to get rid of all red paint)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xmhu81mUHns/TsVAqCtbGFI/AAAAAAAAB2w/-_j7zfsjdS0/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xmhu81mUHns/TsVAqCtbGFI/AAAAAAAAB2w/-_j7zfsjdS0/s400/DSC_0011.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;mid morning McD's drinks on table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;stuff for Thanksgiving craft on table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;carseat left on table&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;chairs not pushed up to table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Zion's cup under the table (I wondered where it was)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So there you have it, our very messy lived in Living Room. I wish I could say this is a rare sight but it's messy much more often than it's neat and orderly. Try as I might I can't seem to train the children to have better habits than myself. : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-4018465790899537659?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/4018465790899537659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=4018465790899537659&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/4018465790899537659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/4018465790899537659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/11/real-life-in-our-living-room.html' title='Real Life in our Living Room'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ATFbRmzVwmc/TsU_2nY-U_I/AAAAAAAAB2g/WDw8nwGWOPE/s72-c/DSC_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-7479886995486392677</id><published>2011-11-16T16:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T16:11:04.150-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><title type='text'>This Season At Our House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rt2mFTm_YiQ/TsQhU7NbxDI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/XLCTYZBmP1I/s1600/IMG_1900.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rt2mFTm_YiQ/TsQhU7NbxDI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/XLCTYZBmP1I/s400/IMG_1900.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Emma folding clothes and Maggie bouncing Katie while "reading"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We enjoyed the last few days of warm weather and are now experiencing a few days of rain but it's still warm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tSotdKHkuZI/TsQj6XvGFnI/AAAAAAAAB2U/g37ZYwVjyfo/s1600/IMG_1898.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tSotdKHkuZI/TsQj6XvGFnI/AAAAAAAAB2U/g37ZYwVjyfo/s400/IMG_1898.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;School in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We've been doing our school work faithfully but "school" has just recently gone under a major transformation. More on that later.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j1Mh3nNGV1o/TsQiJmIxlcI/AAAAAAAAB1o/AoJkdCVPaBE/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j1Mh3nNGV1o/TsQiJmIxlcI/AAAAAAAAB1o/AoJkdCVPaBE/s400/DSC_0012.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We celebrated my sister's 50th birthday. Not only is she 50 but she also has Downs Syndrome which makes her being 50 even more special.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nWi9RZwMgqQ/TsQhw5SeIkI/AAAAAAAAB1g/21hchWYJIDY/s1600/DSC_0055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nWi9RZwMgqQ/TsQhw5SeIkI/AAAAAAAAB1g/21hchWYJIDY/s400/DSC_0055.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;the 3 older fixing their breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Don't you just love stair steps?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Life with the 3 older gets more and more fun every day. Taking all 4 out in public makes quite a stir. Not sure why that fourth brings so much more attention than just having three.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CdtRt3PF19w/TsQiqrt1gSI/AAAAAAAAB1w/8lDORX3IMU8/s1600/DSC_0034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CdtRt3PF19w/TsQiqrt1gSI/AAAAAAAAB1w/8lDORX3IMU8/s400/DSC_0034.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They usually play nicely together. Although I must admit the boy quite often causes great conflict and ruckus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u6YQEXtHB_s/TsQjDIr7RGI/AAAAAAAAB18/ej2EGMN_J4M/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u6YQEXtHB_s/TsQjDIr7RGI/AAAAAAAAB18/ej2EGMN_J4M/s400/DSC_0005.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But his early morning butter/cinnamon sugar kisses make me forget all the trouble he causes every day, most all day. : )&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XKuQXeD2zns/TsQj284f4hI/AAAAAAAAB2M/dl7njPvL_qU/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XKuQXeD2zns/TsQj284f4hI/AAAAAAAAB2M/dl7njPvL_qU/s400/DSC_0003.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We also celebrated Josh's 13 birthday and Autumn's 10 birthday. It's a busy season with many many more holidays and celebrating to come. Don't you just love life?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-7479886995486392677?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/7479886995486392677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=7479886995486392677&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/7479886995486392677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/7479886995486392677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-season-at-our-house.html' title='This Season At Our House'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rt2mFTm_YiQ/TsQhU7NbxDI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/XLCTYZBmP1I/s72-c/IMG_1900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-4489596100993948986</id><published>2011-11-14T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T09:38:17.595-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie'/><title type='text'>8 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LipE9pMT9hw/TsEazLX94rI/AAAAAAAAB08/b8druqRM4rc/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LipE9pMT9hw/TsEazLX94rI/AAAAAAAAB08/b8druqRM4rc/s400/DSC_0003.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe that Katie Bug is 8 weeks old. She is still having some reflux issues and is still on her medication but she seems to be doing better. She's got a cold (like the rest of the kiddos) so she's got some major congestion.&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/-P9SVJVqZOak/TsEbUETOe0I/AAAAAAAAB1E/yyeP0PbpED4/s1600/DSC_0020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P9SVJVqZOak/TsEbUETOe0I/AAAAAAAAB1E/yyeP0PbpED4/s400/DSC_0020.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She still has bouts of screaming, no rhyme or reason as to to what time of day they might occur. In the last week or so she's become much more interactive and sometimes I can distract her by talking to her and it lessens the screaming. Praise the Lord. It's heart wrenching to see her such discomfort. But it's so wonderful when they will laugh and coo at you.&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/-NNLiMUh07Bs/TsEbh59uD3I/AAAAAAAAB1Q/nUfm46QJdiI/s1600/DSC_0021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NNLiMUh07Bs/TsEbh59uD3I/AAAAAAAAB1Q/nUfm46QJdiI/s400/DSC_0021.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is still sleeping on my arm at night and although I have tried to have her sleep on her own she doesn't and I'm not interested in loosing sleep and letting her scream so we'll be sleeping together for awhile. : ) Her little body curled up against me brings tears to my eyes many a night. &amp;nbsp;Besides, before I know it she'll be up and grown. Enjoy the moments for they pass all to quickly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-4489596100993948986?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/4489596100993948986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=4489596100993948986&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/4489596100993948986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/4489596100993948986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/11/8-weeks.html' title='8 Weeks'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LipE9pMT9hw/TsEazLX94rI/AAAAAAAAB08/b8druqRM4rc/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-4240999630581365467</id><published>2011-11-11T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T15:06:07.618-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Freezer Cooking Amish Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hGvjaxej25o/Tr19oFlxI2I/AAAAAAAAB00/bl3uTKyoIOk/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hGvjaxej25o/Tr19oFlxI2I/AAAAAAAAB00/bl3uTKyoIOk/s400/DSC_0009.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Thursday is the day the children used to go to my mom and dad's in order to spend some time with their godly grandparents. Prior to Katie, I dropped the 3 of them off, and either went home and did some much needed housework and school planning or either went and ran errands and did my weekly grocery shopping.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Since the birth of Katie, Saturday mornings have been reserved for weekly grocery as a family with &amp;nbsp;Daddy. It makes things so much more enjoyable and manageable. So now, Mom and I have started spending a good chunk of Thursdays cooking for the freezer. Coming together and doing work that needs doing is one of my favorite traits of the Amish lifestyle.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This week we did;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;~ 2 lbs taco meat with 3/4 c. lentils&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;~ 2 meatloaves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;~ 2 batches&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/11/2-grain-free-treats.html"&gt;Flax Apple Muffins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;~ 2 (10 cups each) batches of &lt;a href="http://www.naturallyknockedup.com/sausage-and-bean-soup-recipe/"&gt;Chicken Sausage &amp;amp; Bean Soup&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;~ 13 &lt;a href="http://www.joyfulabode.com/2010/11/04/twice-baked-potatoes-potato-skins-make-freeze/"&gt;Twice Baked Potatoes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I have got to say I do LOVE having things in the freezer that just need thawing and heating. Having a fussy baby can make dinner prep very tricky.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;What are some of your favorite things to freeze? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-4240999630581365467?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/4240999630581365467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=4240999630581365467&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/4240999630581365467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/4240999630581365467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/11/freezer-cooking-amish-style.html' title='Freezer Cooking Amish Style'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hGvjaxej25o/Tr19oFlxI2I/AAAAAAAAB00/bl3uTKyoIOk/s72-c/DSC_0009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-2516299962959772236</id><published>2011-11-09T08:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T08:13:09.431-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asking/Sharing'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Resources?</title><content type='html'>With the Thanksgiving holiday fast approaching, I realize I am unprepared (that's no surprise). I would love some good God centered Thanksgiving resources (books, workbooks, etc). I know that &lt;a href="http://www.scriptureadventures.com/"&gt;Scripture Adventures&lt;/a&gt; offers &lt;a href="http://www.scriptureadventures.com/thanksgiving_free"&gt;a great looking one&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(for free) but most of it is over the girls' heads this year. I would like something like a good hardback book to keep from year to year. Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-2516299962959772236?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/2516299962959772236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=2516299962959772236&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/2516299962959772236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/2516299962959772236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-resources.html' title='Thanksgiving Resources?'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-3319159969534093641</id><published>2011-11-07T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T11:15:39.354-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healthy Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>2 Grain Free Treats</title><content type='html'>After reading&lt;a href="http://growingupgodskids.blogspot.com/2011/11/reformation-celebration-2011.html"&gt; this post&lt;/a&gt; my post of recipes seems rather trivial. But I'm going to share them none the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an attempt to get less grain, especially wheat, I've come across 2 awesome recipes. The first one is from my sweet sister-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flax Apple Muffins&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1 1/4 c. flax seed meal (you can buy this or use a blender to blend meal from the actual flax seeds)&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp. baking powder&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp. salt&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbs. Cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp. nutmeg (I hate nutmeg so I always leave it out)&lt;br /&gt;1/4 c. sugar (used evaporated cane juice crystals&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix all the above ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add:&lt;br /&gt;4 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 Tbs. vanilla&lt;br /&gt;1/4 c. oil (used melted coconut oil)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. water&lt;br /&gt;1 medium apple, finely chopped&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. pecans, if desired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix well and allow to sit for 10 minutes before putting into muffin pan. Bake at 350 for 18 -20 minutes or until toothpick comes out clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't eat them all while they are hot/warm from the oven, I find that they get VERY moist and sticky. So I always heat mine in the oven a bit before eating the leftovers. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next recipe, &lt;a href="http://www.naturallyknockedup.com/recipe-better-than-almond-joy-cookies/"&gt;Better than Almond Joy Cookies&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;is from &lt;a href="http://www.naturallyknockedup.com/"&gt;Naturally Knocked Up&lt;/a&gt;. If you have never been there, she has some great healthy recipes! I followed the recipe for the most part. I only had sweetened coconut flakes so I reduced the amount of honey by almost 1/3 or more. I also got tired of waiting on them to get ready and I wasn't really concerned losing the healthy properties in the honey and coconut oil so I ended up cooking mine much higher than she did, for a shorter amount of time of course. I also didn't add the chocolate but only because I was too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do highly recommend trying both of these for a good grain free treat! Super yummy and healthy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*No pictures. Sorry. : (&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-3319159969534093641?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/3319159969534093641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=3319159969534093641&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/3319159969534093641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/3319159969534093641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/11/2-grain-free-treats.html' title='2 Grain Free Treats'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-5304319289150541225</id><published>2011-11-04T14:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T14:37:37.920-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saving/Spending'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healthy Living'/><title type='text'>New Members of the Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--h0mWmmjX_4/TrQpXKkq5_I/AAAAAAAABxo/Z-ZzKcE5wJo/s1600/IMG_1903.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--h0mWmmjX_4/TrQpXKkq5_I/AAAAAAAABxo/Z-ZzKcE5wJo/s400/IMG_1903.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We have been SUPER blessed to welcome 2 new "members" to our family this week. &amp;nbsp;Jeremy has been looking for a large passenger van since Zion was born. Our mini van seats 7 but with 4 carseats it only seats 6. The CRV seats 5. With Jeremy's children there are 9 of us so for almost 2 years we have had to take both of our vehicles when Jeremy's children are here, which includes the 30 minute (one day) drive to church. Plus we do lots of traveling (day trips and longer) with my parents and sister. We have also outgrown my mom's van which seats 8.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hRxaZak9J1g/TrQp0DnGTZI/AAAAAAAABxw/jjMioOTPNlE/s1600/DSC_0065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hRxaZak9J1g/TrQp0DnGTZI/AAAAAAAABxw/jjMioOTPNlE/s400/DSC_0065.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last Saturday we stopped at a local car lot to look at their 15 passenger van (the back seat is not in it so it seats 11 right now). It used to be a shuttle to the airport. We were able to get the van, warranty, and get it repainted for less than $3500. WOW. We were figuring on spending atleast $8000 - $10000. Grant it, it is a 2000 model.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cqdBL8pi42Y/TrQqk_imebI/AAAAAAAABx4/9EdeoaBurHE/s1600/DSC_0066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cqdBL8pi42Y/TrQqk_imebI/AAAAAAAABx4/9EdeoaBurHE/s320/DSC_0066.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So we are now proud owners' of our very own large family 15 passenger van, debt free. God is good and we so very very thankful. And just in case, times get too tough, we can always charge for rides to the airport. They left the credit card label on the back. : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yF_1JAAuB10/TrQseSB5-2I/AAAAAAAAByA/g8Q94CLXNO0/s1600/DSC_0068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yF_1JAAuB10/TrQseSB5-2I/AAAAAAAAByA/g8Q94CLXNO0/s400/DSC_0068.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The second new "member" of our family is the &lt;a href="http://www.berkeyfilters.com/berkeymodels.htm#BigBerkey"&gt;Big Berkey&lt;/a&gt;. I've been scrimping and saving out of our grocery money for months and was finally able to buy it. I bought one out of the &lt;a href="http://cart.berkeyfilters.com/scratchanddent.aspx"&gt;Scratch and Dent section&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for $52 less than the "perfect" one. The only imperfection I can find on it is a few scratches on the lid that Jeremy had to point out to me. I am so excited to be able to filter my own water. I have been lugging 5 gallon jugs back and forth from Earth Fare/Whole Foods for years. And let me tell you it's almost impossible to pick up on of those things 9 months pregnant. There's no belly to brace it against. : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-5304319289150541225?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/5304319289150541225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=5304319289150541225&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/5304319289150541225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/5304319289150541225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/11/new-members-of-family.html' title='New Members of the Family'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--h0mWmmjX_4/TrQpXKkq5_I/AAAAAAAABxo/Z-ZzKcE5wJo/s72-c/IMG_1903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-8413376483186763615</id><published>2011-11-01T10:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T10:36:01.084-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healthy Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Healthy Oatmeal Raisin Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w7pQo1UEIe4/Tq_8f03CuVI/AAAAAAAABvE/QMtzPE4JRZA/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w7pQo1UEIe4/Tq_8f03CuVI/AAAAAAAABvE/QMtzPE4JRZA/s400/DSC_0003.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is our new favorite cookie and it's the healthiest cookie I've ever made. What a winner! So here's the recipe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1/2 c. plus 6 Tbs Butter (used melted coconut oil)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3/4 c. brown sugar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1/2 c. sugar (used evap. cane juice crystals)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2 eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1 t. vanilla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1 1/2 c. flour (used fresh ground)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1/2 t. salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1 t. baking soda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1 t. cinnamon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3 c. oats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1 c. raisins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mix butter/oil and sugars together in a large bowl. Add eggs and vanilla. In a separate bowl, combine flour, salt, soda and cinnamon. Add dry ingredients to sugar mixture. Stir in oats and raisins. Drop by rounded tablespoons onto baking sheet. Bake in a 350 oven for 10 - 14 minutes or until light golden brown. Cool 1 minute. Move to cooling rake.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Variations are endless. We sometimes add chocolate chips/carob chips in place of the raisins. Or dried fruit or coconut flakes or dried cranberries. Nuts are good in the mixture too!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-8413376483186763615?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/8413376483186763615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=8413376483186763615&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/8413376483186763615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/8413376483186763615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/11/healthy-oatmeal-raisin-cookies.html' title='Healthy Oatmeal Raisin Cookies'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w7pQo1UEIe4/Tq_8f03CuVI/AAAAAAAABvE/QMtzPE4JRZA/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-7153213391397890526</id><published>2011-10-26T16:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T16:22:58.852-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saving/Spending'/><title type='text'>Two Ways to Save</title><content type='html'>So this is proof that this blog isn't just snap shots of my children. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t_wOLo5N_VQ/Tqhp6vVLHhI/AAAAAAAABu0/BE_Et_bkoNY/s1600/DSC_0015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t_wOLo5N_VQ/Tqhp6vVLHhI/AAAAAAAABu0/BE_Et_bkoNY/s400/DSC_0015.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;We buy most all our clothes used. It's difficult to find modest skirts and dresses for the girls. Most of the things in their size are WAY shorter than I would like them. Since I have some basic sewing skills I am able to buy skirts and dresses in sizes too large and quickly and easily remake them. It's much quicker and cheaper than sewing. Like today, I found an adorable skirt for Maggie at the thrift store for 2.99 at 20% off. It was a 10/12 but she is able to wear it as a long, mid calf skirt and a bonus on this one is that it's a drawstring so I didn't even have to do anything. Dresses can easily be cut off at the waist and made into a skirt. You can cut fabric off an adult skirt to make into a skirt or two for little ones at a fraction of the cost of buying new fabric.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yHR4X0KPgEk/TqhqW2kdQNI/AAAAAAAABu8/yzRwgM3EiT0/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yHR4X0KPgEk/TqhqW2kdQNI/AAAAAAAABu8/yzRwgM3EiT0/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We eat bread, a lot of bread, everyday. Everyone has toast for breakfast almost everyday. I'm not making wheat bread right now so we buy the Nature's Own Wheat Bread (since it has no HFCS). At the store it's about $3. Now that it certainly not in my price range. But we have a "thrift" bread store in town run by Flowers. I go once every few weeks and stock up on bread for the freezer at $1 a loaf. It's the same bread they sell at the grocery store. It's mostly route returns, meaning the bread is about to expire. I bring home 6 - 9 and freeze them until ready to use. I have never had a load so bad and it takes just as good once thawed. &amp;nbsp; They have an assortment of things from bread products (loaf, buns, bagels, English muffins, etc) to tortillas and all kinds of junk like snack cakes, crackers, and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;Do you have any good saving tips?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-7153213391397890526?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/7153213391397890526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=7153213391397890526&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/7153213391397890526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/7153213391397890526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/10/two-ways-to-save.html' title='Two Ways to Save'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t_wOLo5N_VQ/Tqhp6vVLHhI/AAAAAAAABu0/BE_Et_bkoNY/s72-c/DSC_0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-6303409403774337850</id><published>2011-10-22T19:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T19:58:16.682-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mine and Katie's Plea for Help</title><content type='html'>So I'm asking for advice and personal experience. Katie is miserable. She started pretty content except for the mucus problems. About 2 weeks ago evenings started getting a little rough. She was fussy and sometimes hard to console. Then mornings, starting with her first morning feeding (anytime from 4 to 6) she would get restless and chocked and I would have to get up with her even though she was trying to sleep. And now we are to the point where all day she is miserable. She is on reflux medicine but if it's helping I can't tell. When we went to Atlanta I forgot her medicine. I wasn't too concerned since I couldn't tell that it was helping anyway. But she screamed inconsolably pretty much the whole time we were there. So when we got back home I started the medicine again. She's still fussy but if she's moving in the car or being bounced in her bouncy seat she' will sleep or just look around without crying. She's not happy being held or rocked. So I'm not sure if the medicine is helping or if she was just having a few bad days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if it's something in my diet that might be upsetting her but for the sake of sweet Katie I am going to eliminate most of the common breastfeeding problem foods. I'm going to start with all dairy (I'm going to so miss cheese and butter), caffeine (I don't get much of this anyway), chocolate, and tomatoes (we do use a lot of tomato products in our cooking). If that doesn't help I am going to add in a few more less common items like apples and citrus foods. I'm not sure about the gluten yet. I really know nothing about gluten intolerance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suspect Maggie had the same problem as Katie. With Maggie she screamed from 4 weeks to almost 18 months. : ( The only way we could calm her down was to roughly bounce her in the bouncy seat, allow her to soak in the tub, or hold her tight against our chest and find a bouncy chair or sofa and bounce up and down. She didn't even like the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what can you tell me? Anybody dealt with reflux or breastfeeding allergies or intolerances? I'm all ears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-6303409403774337850?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/6303409403774337850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=6303409403774337850&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/6303409403774337850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/6303409403774337850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/10/mine-and-katies-plea-for-help.html' title='Mine and Katie&apos;s Plea for Help'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-1037293412021473373</id><published>2011-10-21T10:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T10:07:50.329-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maggie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie'/><title type='text'>Another Daddy Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hKG_gHrGpqI/TqBzT7EYDbI/AAAAAAAABuA/NnDNh1v8LnQ/s1600/IMG_1842.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hKG_gHrGpqI/TqBzT7EYDbI/AAAAAAAABuA/NnDNh1v8LnQ/s400/IMG_1842.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We were very blessed to be able to go with Jeremy on &lt;a href="http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/08/his-trip-and-my-failures.html"&gt;another business trip&lt;/a&gt; this week. Originally it was scheduled for New Orleans and at the last minute was moved to Atlanta, which meant it was within driving distance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LzBISIHbjFg/TqBzVgy3crI/AAAAAAAABuI/M1dtR784C8E/s1600/IMG_1844.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LzBISIHbjFg/TqBzVgy3crI/AAAAAAAABuI/M1dtR784C8E/s400/IMG_1844.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Thankfully the hotel was much larger than last time. : ) This time it was a condo/hotel so it had a full size kitchen with full size appliances, a living room, a bedroom, and a huge bathroom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rv_-atdfxaw/TqF3HZj5Q4I/AAAAAAAABuQ/TCT2nnIgZ6M/s1600/IMG_1851.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rv_-atdfxaw/TqF3HZj5Q4I/AAAAAAAABuQ/TCT2nnIgZ6M/s400/IMG_1851.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In order to save money and sanity we decided to cook in the room for all our meals with the exception of the last lunch which was past check out time. We brought a frozen casserole and green beans for one night and cooked chicken and the ingredients for chicken noodle soup the second night along with some french bread. For breakfast we had bagels and boiled eggs and for lunches we walked to the grocery store across the parking lot and shopped the freezer section. : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t4lTWEqeAtQ/TqF3N48It0I/AAAAAAAABuY/wHuYfybi68Q/s1600/IMG_1863.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t4lTWEqeAtQ/TqF3N48It0I/AAAAAAAABuY/wHuYfybi68Q/s400/IMG_1863.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Each morning Zion and Jeremy would head out around 6 for their morning time together. Normally at home Zion "joins" in Jeremy's morning quite time. So each morning they made the 3 floor trip down to Starbucks and had coffee, breakfast, and Word.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ERD7Qfs75_M/TqF3cLH2l2I/AAAAAAAABuk/XOOHPumTHPM/s1600/IMG_1847.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ERD7Qfs75_M/TqF3cLH2l2I/AAAAAAAABuk/XOOHPumTHPM/s400/IMG_1847.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Don't let this sweet face fool you. This little girl screamed almost the whole time we were there. She slept well (on my chest) at night but during the day she screamed and screamed and sleep little tiny spurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KFgogGr2nKs/TqF3eiVhTTI/AAAAAAAABus/VzEXEH6l1wU/s1600/IMG_1849.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KFgogGr2nKs/TqF3eiVhTTI/AAAAAAAABus/VzEXEH6l1wU/s400/IMG_1849.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I was sick the first day we were here, fever, chills, headache, and horrible horrible body aches. Thankfully it was short lived and I sweated most of it out that evening and during the night. The next day was "simply" a headache (I've been suffering from migraines and headaches since Katie was 3 days old). I am rarely sick and when I am it reminds me how important our health is and how I need to make sure I am diligent about protecting our health by exercise and eating well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-1037293412021473373?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/1037293412021473373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=1037293412021473373&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/1037293412021473373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/1037293412021473373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/10/another-daddy-trip.html' title='Another Daddy Trip'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hKG_gHrGpqI/TqBzT7EYDbI/AAAAAAAABuA/NnDNh1v8LnQ/s72-c/IMG_1842.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-4585002429089748863</id><published>2011-10-20T08:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T08:49:21.851-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie'/><title type='text'>One Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C5WeW2mTbcQ/TqAWwjEoxCI/AAAAAAAABtg/MK68MkaklJI/s1600/IMG_1840.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C5WeW2mTbcQ/TqAWwjEoxCI/AAAAAAAABtg/MK68MkaklJI/s400/IMG_1840.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Katie is already one month old. My, how time flies when you aren't pregnant. : )&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;She weighed in at 9 pounds 15 ounces the day before her birthday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sweet girl is a terrible sleeper. She sleeps on me at night due to her reflux and congestion. Every time I lay her down, day or night, she wakes up and if by some chance she doesn't wake up she will wake up shortly chocking, gagging, spitting up, or hiccuping. Suggestions? I know this too shall pass but quickly would be nice. : )&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;During the day she lives in the bouncy seat. Praise the Lord for the invention of the bouncy seat. Seriously!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-4585002429089748863?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/4585002429089748863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=4585002429089748863&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/4585002429089748863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/4585002429089748863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-month.html' title='One Month'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C5WeW2mTbcQ/TqAWwjEoxCI/AAAAAAAABtg/MK68MkaklJI/s72-c/IMG_1840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-7536579436084196910</id><published>2011-10-14T16:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T16:43:10.179-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maggie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healthy Living'/><title type='text'>Apple Picking Year 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xI4W9NRxOTM/Tpia2XJIebI/AAAAAAAABsc/reOsjrmzsHY/s1600/IMG_1734.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xI4W9NRxOTM/Tpia2XJIebI/AAAAAAAABsc/reOsjrmzsHY/s400/IMG_1734.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We went on our 3rd annual apple picking outing today. The&lt;a href="http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2009/11/apple-pickin.html"&gt; first year &lt;/a&gt;we went to BJ Reece and then&lt;a href="http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-4th-maggie.html"&gt; last year &lt;/a&gt;and this year we went to two different apple orchards. &lt;a href="http://www.reeceorchards.com/wp/"&gt;BJ Reece&lt;/a&gt; allows you to u-pick during the week but &lt;a href="http://www.hillcrestorchards.net/"&gt;Hillcrest&lt;/a&gt; has more activities, such as the petting farm, slides, cow milking, etc.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-80gMwKysMqc/Tpia6TNmzTI/AAAAAAAABsk/cHIN55eGArQ/s1600/IMG_1739.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-80gMwKysMqc/Tpia6TNmzTI/AAAAAAAABsk/cHIN55eGArQ/s400/IMG_1739.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We have met my sister, who lives in Atlanta, all 3 years at the apple orchards. It's always so much fun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NSIGw_D1NHw/TpibB2-zToI/AAAAAAAABss/xfzbpZmfxU4/s1600/IMG_1742.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NSIGw_D1NHw/TpibB2-zToI/AAAAAAAABss/xfzbpZmfxU4/s400/IMG_1742.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This year we did more looking over fences than we did paying to enjoy. With the growing family, there's more outside enjoying rather than always being hands on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7iHW92wvKzg/TpibGjXrp9I/AAAAAAAABs0/_F4Q9b4Pyn0/s1600/IMG_1746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7iHW92wvKzg/TpibGjXrp9I/AAAAAAAABs0/_F4Q9b4Pyn0/s400/IMG_1746.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We were able to enjoy the slides, the "zip line" (thank you Papa), and the fake cow milking. Hillcrest is geared more towards school groups during the week. I've never been on the weekend and after seeing the crowds today I don't think I will ever venture up there on a weekend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BEaVpesMw3Q/TpibTk3IBhI/AAAAAAAABs8/I6AeJwNNJao/s1600/IMG_1758.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BEaVpesMw3Q/TpibTk3IBhI/AAAAAAAABs8/I6AeJwNNJao/s400/IMG_1758.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was a great day with warm weather and happy faces. Katie did great in the baby carrier. It was very windy and at times it was hard to protect her from the wind, even with the blanket.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lew8bN8z3l4/TpibjkBhaaI/AAAAAAAABtU/MebVG8Wh_9Y/s1600/IMG_1754.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Lew8bN8z3l4/TpibjkBhaaI/AAAAAAAABtU/MebVG8Wh_9Y/s400/IMG_1754.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Zion was feeling a bit better after almost a week of an upset stomach and several rough nights. It's been sad seeing his weak little eyes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tWbsXCYCaD0/TpibbEa4BEI/AAAAAAAABtE/d7FT2zmAAbQ/s1600/IMG_1763.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tWbsXCYCaD0/TpibbEa4BEI/AAAAAAAABtE/d7FT2zmAAbQ/s400/IMG_1763.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We enjoyed a picnic lunch before going into the orchard to pick. Since it's a per person fee, only those who wanted to pick went in. So Meri (my sister), Nana and Maggie went and picked some apples while Papa and I stayed behind with the other 3 children. We enjoyed the beautiful sunshine. Well actually I sat in the car and nursed Baby Katie but I did enjoy the sunshine. : )&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9fAcBrqE-eU/Tpibexv-I6I/AAAAAAAABtM/xt-nIkAyb6s/s1600/IMG_1765.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9fAcBrqE-eU/Tpibexv-I6I/AAAAAAAABtM/xt-nIkAyb6s/s400/IMG_1765.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-7536579436084196910?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/7536579436084196910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=7536579436084196910&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/7536579436084196910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/7536579436084196910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/10/apple-picking-year-3.html' title='Apple Picking Year 3'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xI4W9NRxOTM/Tpia2XJIebI/AAAAAAAABsc/reOsjrmzsHY/s72-c/IMG_1734.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-4457773282870712023</id><published>2011-10-12T15:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T15:21:34.840-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><title type='text'>This Guy</title><content type='html'>It's not the new little girl that keeps me the most busy. It's this guy. People told me boys were different but I sure didn't know the extent until I had my own.&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/-8VS_xj68x2A/TpXk94jNdzI/AAAAAAAABr0/qlT6SAp5vz0/s1600/DSC_0020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8VS_xj68x2A/TpXk94jNdzI/AAAAAAAABr0/qlT6SAp5vz0/s400/DSC_0020.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MKbsx6SnFjc/TpXlbRt_VJI/AAAAAAAABsA/5tlFjzZt_UY/s1600/DSC_0131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MKbsx6SnFjc/TpXlbRt_VJI/AAAAAAAABsA/5tlFjzZt_UY/s400/DSC_0131.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PaC8gEmwOc/TpXmF1VjWcI/AAAAAAAABsQ/UluZwGoTxRk/s1600/DSC_0014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PaC8gEmwOc/TpXmF1VjWcI/AAAAAAAABsQ/UluZwGoTxRk/s400/DSC_0014.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IwvLCeeFU7M/TpXlzhmJMqI/AAAAAAAABsI/TwdbWABVoUE/s1600/DSC_0220.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IwvLCeeFU7M/TpXlzhmJMqI/AAAAAAAABsI/TwdbWABVoUE/s400/DSC_0220.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-4457773282870712023?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/4457773282870712023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=4457773282870712023&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/4457773282870712023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/4457773282870712023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/10/this-guy.html' title='This Guy'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8VS_xj68x2A/TpXk94jNdzI/AAAAAAAABr0/qlT6SAp5vz0/s72-c/DSC_0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-5742130290861201233</id><published>2011-10-05T14:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T14:42:56.509-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie'/><title type='text'>2 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LbgekujXVdo/Toyj8WDmiEI/AAAAAAAABrY/RXqH2w4zxJw/s1600/IMG_1698.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LbgekujXVdo/Toyj8WDmiEI/AAAAAAAABrY/RXqH2w4zxJw/s320/IMG_1698.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She's only 2 weeks but I already can't imagine our lives without her. She weighed in at 8 pounds 5 ounces on Monday and is holding at 20 inches. She's experiencing her first cold which is so heartbreaking and nerve wracking. She also has some reflux issues, which I pray she outgrows soon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The girls are smitten with her and canNOT keep their hands off of her. Zion can't quite decide what he thinks about her. The first time her hand reached out and touched him he was quite concerned. : ) He completely ignored her the first 10-12 days but has since decided he might need to stop and stare at her every now and then. : ) Lord willing, she will making her &lt;a href="http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/09/maxwellstitus-2.html"&gt;first overnight tri&lt;/a&gt;p this Friday.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-5742130290861201233?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/5742130290861201233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=5742130290861201233&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/5742130290861201233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/5742130290861201233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/10/2-weeks.html' title='2 Weeks'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LbgekujXVdo/Toyj8WDmiEI/AAAAAAAABrY/RXqH2w4zxJw/s72-c/IMG_1698.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-4739442626817174888</id><published>2011-10-02T19:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T19:58:06.212-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><title type='text'>The Effects of Shopping With Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iytsgJ367qU/Toj5dZ3YGoI/AAAAAAAABrM/npe7g64ZGks/s1600/IMG00252-20111002-1211.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iytsgJ367qU/Toj5dZ3YGoI/AAAAAAAABrM/npe7g64ZGks/s320/IMG00252-20111002-1211.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xu-RNQ4qk7A/Toj5imKi6-I/AAAAAAAABrU/IPZ8qPPLDWg/s1600/IMG00255-20111002-1242.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xu-RNQ4qk7A/Toj5imKi6-I/AAAAAAAABrU/IPZ8qPPLDWg/s320/IMG00255-20111002-1242.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fq3-sIXV6s8/Toj5fTK2stI/AAAAAAAABrQ/cDFy-25rd-U/s1600/IMG00253-20111002-1241.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fq3-sIXV6s8/Toj5fTK2stI/AAAAAAAABrQ/cDFy-25rd-U/s320/IMG00253-20111002-1241.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zcEebdVAIG4/Toj4_zE2OPI/AAAAAAAABrI/vZfwaX2WAKI/s1600/IMG00257-20111002-1245.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zcEebdVAIG4/Toj4_zE2OPI/AAAAAAAABrI/vZfwaX2WAKI/s320/IMG00257-20111002-1245.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never in my 5 years as a parent have I had a child (not in an infant car seat) fall asleep in the shopping cart. First time grocery shopping with Daddy and *bam* he's out. : )&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-4739442626817174888?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/4739442626817174888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=4739442626817174888&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/4739442626817174888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/4739442626817174888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/10/effects-of-shopping-with-daddy.html' title='The Effects of Shopping With Daddy'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iytsgJ367qU/Toj5dZ3YGoI/AAAAAAAABrM/npe7g64ZGks/s72-c/IMG00252-20111002-1211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-5366490340102652562</id><published>2011-10-02T12:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T12:23:09.131-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maggie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie'/><title type='text'>It's Official. She's 5 Now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lt7DQzJHfYQ/ToiL0ny90GI/AAAAAAAABqI/iFEJOQ4WXRk/s1600/IMG_1665.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lt7DQzJHfYQ/ToiL0ny90GI/AAAAAAAABqI/iFEJOQ4WXRk/s320/IMG_1665.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday, October 1st, it was official. My oldest is now half a decade old. Wow. Since we celebrated her birthday 3 weeks early we wanted to make her actual birthday special.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P01m3hxCfGI/ToiL8qWR-mI/AAAAAAAABqQ/HfZbWmX-PoY/s1600/IMG_1670.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P01m3hxCfGI/ToiL8qWR-mI/AAAAAAAABqQ/HfZbWmX-PoY/s320/IMG_1670.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jeremy had to work the first half of the day so my parents picked me and all the children up and we went across town to Krispy Kreme. It's amazing how much they have grown since the&lt;a href="http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2010/05/krispy-kreme-was-calling.html"&gt; last time&lt;/a&gt; we were there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3uONIPj7tk/ToiMAcaG8hI/AAAAAAAABqY/z2JbmyvtyzU/s1600/IMG_1673.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3uONIPj7tk/ToiMAcaG8hI/AAAAAAAABqY/z2JbmyvtyzU/s320/IMG_1673.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We got a dozen assorted doughnuts. Maggie picked the ones with sprinkles but the bite in the picture is the only bite she took. LOL.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nrJzjmuiImE/ToiMEdMtjtI/AAAAAAAABqc/pA06Frtq2Qo/s1600/IMG_1676.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nrJzjmuiImE/ToiMEdMtjtI/AAAAAAAABqc/pA06Frtq2Qo/s320/IMG_1676.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The children were a little more impressed but still neither Emma nor Zion ate more than half. Maybe next time we should do an ice cream stop since that seems to be the only consistent sweet they eat. : )&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2mp9s1KG8J0/ToiMI0MGM2I/AAAAAAAABqg/1d1D2YOwFbU/s1600/IMG_1677.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2mp9s1KG8J0/ToiMI0MGM2I/AAAAAAAABqg/1d1D2YOwFbU/s320/IMG_1677.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Katie didn't even know she was there but I added the hat to document her first visit to Krispy Kreme.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uxESqwQ1_dk/ToiMcokPa1I/AAAAAAAABqw/-m3_r1EheUo/s1600/IMG_1682.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uxESqwQ1_dk/ToiMcokPa1I/AAAAAAAABqw/-m3_r1EheUo/s320/IMG_1682.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We spent the afternoon at home and then the evening plan was to downtown and see the hot air balloons like we did&lt;a href="http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2010/10/up-up-but-not-away.html"&gt; last year.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pp4o1VH4KDk/ToiMSwvX7nI/AAAAAAAABqo/24ntH5AdyyQ/s1600/IMG_1680.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pp4o1VH4KDk/ToiMSwvX7nI/AAAAAAAABqo/24ntH5AdyyQ/s320/IMG_1680.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The weather was beautiful but it was very windy and cold.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slWAQCgRu1o/ToiMXe5o64I/AAAAAAAABqs/Ic-8RyfAqOc/s1600/IMG_1681.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-slWAQCgRu1o/ToiMXe5o64I/AAAAAAAABqs/Ic-8RyfAqOc/s320/IMG_1681.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We talked to some of the balloon owners and they said that if the wind didn't die down they would not be able to get the balloons out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NZOWG8o__uI/ToiMOAEi70I/AAAAAAAABqk/ip3Kk67E0Cg/s1600/IMG_1678.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NZOWG8o__uI/ToiMOAEi70I/AAAAAAAABqk/ip3Kk67E0Cg/s320/IMG_1678.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We made a few rounds around the perimeter of the park and decided it was much too cold and windy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rz4AMf3waEg/ToiMnCGKXHI/AAAAAAAABq0/-0QDk8mQNoY/s1600/IMG_1688.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rz4AMf3waEg/ToiMnCGKXHI/AAAAAAAABq0/-0QDk8mQNoY/s320/IMG_1688.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As we were loading up the van it did seem that the wind had died down. The balloon owners were repositioning their vans and baskets. So they may have indeed been able to get them out and up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h4ycW4SP3Sw/ToiMts0IqKI/AAAAAAAABq8/KBmQyC0_vE0/s1600/IMG_1685.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h4ycW4SP3Sw/ToiMts0IqKI/AAAAAAAABq8/KBmQyC0_vE0/s320/IMG_1685.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But regardless it was too cold. Poor baby Katie kept getting her breath taken from the wind despite all the blankets we had protecting her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PjdqqOK6Jlc/ToiMrFCfxxI/AAAAAAAABq4/cP3_Z-mMS_s/s1600/IMG_1696.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PjdqqOK6Jlc/ToiMrFCfxxI/AAAAAAAABq4/cP3_Z-mMS_s/s320/IMG_1696.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So Lord willing, maybe next year we can see the balloons. But regardless it was a great 5th birthday for Maggie. A day filled with treats and sweets and family. : )&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-5366490340102652562?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/5366490340102652562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=5366490340102652562&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/5366490340102652562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/5366490340102652562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-official-shes-5-now.html' title='It&apos;s Official. She&apos;s 5 Now.'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lt7DQzJHfYQ/ToiL0ny90GI/AAAAAAAABqI/iFEJOQ4WXRk/s72-c/IMG_1665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-3986238823127047777</id><published>2011-09-30T14:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T14:52:17.409-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><title type='text'>I Love That She Loves Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VLV0Q12OvkI/ToYKxIc2xcI/AAAAAAAABpg/qfRsKKyHUtE/s1600/DSC_0144.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VLV0Q12OvkI/ToYKxIc2xcI/AAAAAAAABpg/qfRsKKyHUtE/s320/DSC_0144.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*Emma comforting Zion while sick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HFW2Ooe2ZnA/ToYK10JKLKI/AAAAAAAABpk/0WFxRpJhUZg/s1600/IMG_1560.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HFW2Ooe2ZnA/ToYK10JKLKI/AAAAAAAABpk/0WFxRpJhUZg/s320/IMG_1560.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*Leading him at Museum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K2GvxovnCqU/ToYLS4reqbI/AAAAAAAABps/DsIALSF8wp0/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K2GvxovnCqU/ToYLS4reqbI/AAAAAAAABps/DsIALSF8wp0/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*Posing for last photo of the 3 before Katie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nw_7hsggIvU/ToYLyiRJGwI/AAAAAAAABpw/gDp882YUn_U/s1600/DSC_0021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nw_7hsggIvU/ToYLyiRJGwI/AAAAAAAABpw/gDp882YUn_U/s320/DSC_0021.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*Kissing him during the early morning ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-94I5H7lB2kc/ToYMCaH3JaI/AAAAAAAABp0/QIzTLJycWi4/s1600/IMG_1373.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-94I5H7lB2kc/ToYMCaH3JaI/AAAAAAAABp0/QIzTLJycWi4/s320/IMG_1373.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*Leading him to safety at Cracker Barrel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-COeeFVXcla0/ToYMZxT21TI/AAAAAAAABp8/Tf1RK0utVAE/s1600/IMG_1107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-COeeFVXcla0/ToYMZxT21TI/AAAAAAAABp8/Tf1RK0utVAE/s320/IMG_1107.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*Leading back to us at the Zoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HJ_5ciI1_c4/ToYMrTWEPXI/AAAAAAAABqA/Dl__zOpZN0Q/s1600/IMG_1082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HJ_5ciI1_c4/ToYMrTWEPXI/AAAAAAAABqA/Dl__zOpZN0Q/s320/IMG_1082.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*Pushing Him in the doll stroller&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's been such a joy to watch Emma's love and protection for her "little" brother grow. I never thought she would be the one with the overwhelming mothering heart. It's so blessed to watch each of their personalities and Christ-like qualities emerge. Of course, I must add that Emma can aggravate the fire out of Zion at times as well. :O )&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*photos are newest to oldest&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/9014879683807764560-3986238823127047777?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/3986238823127047777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=3986238823127047777&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/3986238823127047777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/3986238823127047777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-love-that-she-loves-him.html' title='I Love That She Loves Him'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VLV0Q12OvkI/ToYKxIc2xcI/AAAAAAAABpg/qfRsKKyHUtE/s72-c/DSC_0144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-8794869881722255278</id><published>2011-09-27T15:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T19:23:26.477-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie'/><title type='text'>Baby Katie's First Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rAEmwI9pPaI/ToIVNsFD8eI/AAAAAAAABo8/kCsJn1RbGcU/s1600/IMG_1622.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rAEmwI9pPaI/ToIVNsFD8eI/AAAAAAAABo8/kCsJn1RbGcU/s320/IMG_1622.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It has been a smooth transition to life with 4 under 5 (I can only say that for 4 more days then it's life with 4 age 5 and under), despite Katie's face in the picture. : )&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oro-TJB_QJU/ToIVm6LeG-I/AAAAAAAABpA/RGWe1zlJJL0/s1600/DSC_0128.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oro-TJB_QJU/ToIVm6LeG-I/AAAAAAAABpA/RGWe1zlJJL0/s320/DSC_0128.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*wide awake after her first bath*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The first two days were kind of rough. She retained a lot of mucus since she was born so quickly which resulted in lots of gagging, spitting up, and fussing. She didn't rest well and those two nights were rather long.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Do01FFonmhY/ToIWUmNbfLI/AAAAAAAABpM/wtle5JP9MHE/s1600/DSC_0145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Do01FFonmhY/ToIWUmNbfLI/AAAAAAAABpM/wtle5JP9MHE/s320/DSC_0145.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*first visit with Grandma*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now that has cleared up she is sleeping at night and during the day much better. She nurses well and is regaining the weight that she lost. When we left the hospital she weighed 7 pounds 5 ounces. At her Dr visit today she weighted 7 pounds 10 ounces.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TXKTLFvSbAU/ToIWANrSnUI/AAAAAAAABpI/kquRVBsXuKM/s1600/DSC_0138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TXKTLFvSbAU/ToIWANrSnUI/AAAAAAAABpI/kquRVBsXuKM/s320/DSC_0138.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She is my first baby who's jaundice/bilirubin level is not a concern. All the others were jaundice for weeks and went for multiple tests. Thankfully hers is a light case. Praise the Lord.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ttCyQFxLRAw/ToIWYP989eI/AAAAAAAABpQ/ex8HahSox8c/s1600/IMG_1642.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ttCyQFxLRAw/ToIWYP989eI/AAAAAAAABpQ/ex8HahSox8c/s320/IMG_1642.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*first visit with Aunt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Meri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Her only concern is that she laid in the womb funny with her head turned to one side. It resulted in the neck muscles on her right side being underdeveloped. If you like at her one side her neck and check is plump like it ought to be and the other side is thin and sinks in.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g5Ahv5o_isA/ToIWawEL3KI/AAAAAAAABpU/xRwST9vmVUs/s1600/IMG_1652.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g5Ahv5o_isA/ToIWawEL3KI/AAAAAAAABpU/xRwST9vmVUs/s320/IMG_1652.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If we do nothing, her head will be elongated on one side and will cause a permanent deformity. We knew this when we left the hospital but had to wait for the Dr appointment to get the exercises to help correct it. As the Dr said, no pain, no gain. : ( The exercises are simple. We just have to make her turn her head each way and hold it for 5 seconds. Then press her ear to her shoulder each way and hold it. We have to do it at least 3 times a day 5 times for each exercise in each direction.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4DvJyyLPYmU/ToIWflPn2GI/AAAAAAAABpY/UhQMPlnNKQk/s1600/IMG_1650.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4DvJyyLPYmU/ToIWflPn2GI/AAAAAAAABpY/UhQMPlnNKQk/s320/IMG_1650.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We go back for a check up in 2 months. If at that time it is not corrected she will have to go to physical therapy. So please pray that God will heal it as we do these exercises and that the pain would be minimal for dear sweet Katie. Emma was most upset at the Dr for hurting her Katie. Poor dear just cried and cried. : ) I love her tender motherly heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kEHybwJJDTg/ToJateEIaxI/AAAAAAAABpc/3IDcy00K2bM/s1600/IMG_1630.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kEHybwJJDTg/ToJateEIaxI/AAAAAAAABpc/3IDcy00K2bM/s320/IMG_1630.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*fun times with cousins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-8794869881722255278?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/8794869881722255278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=8794869881722255278&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/8794869881722255278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/8794869881722255278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/09/baby-katies-first-week.html' title='Baby Katie&apos;s First Week'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rAEmwI9pPaI/ToIVNsFD8eI/AAAAAAAABo8/kCsJn1RbGcU/s72-c/IMG_1622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-4449639836018262797</id><published>2011-09-26T08:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T08:55:26.354-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maggie'/><title type='text'>The Week of Daddy at Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-4yNryTVuk/Tn-X1wZ4cUI/AAAAAAAABoE/gC6puN_kBBs/s1600/DSC_0090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-4yNryTVuk/Tn-X1wZ4cUI/AAAAAAAABoE/gC6puN_kBBs/s320/DSC_0090.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Daddy fixing morning oatmeal*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One of the advantages to having the induction was that Jeremy could schedule a week off from work. So for the first time in the history of our life together we were able to have Daddy home for a whole week (minus a few hours on Wednesday when he had some meetings).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OM3Wk4y9TCM/Tn-YKwE-N5I/AAAAAAAABoI/fXOFdqEije0/s1600/DSC_0096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OM3Wk4y9TCM/Tn-YKwE-N5I/AAAAAAAABoI/fXOFdqEije0/s320/DSC_0096.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We were able to spend lots of time as a family and he got some good bonding time with not only Katie but with the other 3 littles well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-isIWJkcmECo/Tn-Yn7dsJ0I/AAAAAAAABoU/AW0KSb75A10/s1600/IMG_1585.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-isIWJkcmECo/Tn-Yn7dsJ0I/AAAAAAAABoU/AW0KSb75A10/s320/IMG_1585.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Playing Doctor at the museum*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One of the things included in the hospital info packet was a coupon for free admission to the local Children's Discovery Museum. It was good for 2 adults and 4 children.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lcg_txWaeaw/Tn-Yri9B5MI/AAAAAAAABoY/F7ZAQlhcayk/s1600/IMG_1587.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lcg_txWaeaw/Tn-Yri9B5MI/AAAAAAAABoY/F7ZAQlhcayk/s320/IMG_1587.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*Zion kissing the ball*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So Thursday morning, while Nana and I took Katie for her bilirubin check, Daddy took the other little ones to the museum.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IowWRjyRNWw/Tn-Y15pjJWI/AAAAAAAABog/Qe2UeA0sIwE/s1600/IMG_1598.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IowWRjyRNWw/Tn-Y15pjJWI/AAAAAAAABog/Qe2UeA0sIwE/s320/IMG_1598.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*photo time with Daddy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He is so much more fun at things like that. He gets so involved, where I usually just sit/stand back and take care of the youngest one while the older ones play on their own.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ti1FdXT0oA/Tn-Y66HtoKI/AAAAAAAABok/ZXnG-WrVGbg/s1600/IMG_1608.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5Ti1FdXT0oA/Tn-Y66HtoKI/AAAAAAAABok/ZXnG-WrVGbg/s320/IMG_1608.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*photo time with Daddy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mxHXJ3wzukE/ToB1t3oqAOI/AAAAAAAABo4/YRf0HhgO5zU/s1600/IMG_1607.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mxHXJ3wzukE/ToB1t3oqAOI/AAAAAAAABo4/YRf0HhgO5zU/s320/IMG_1607.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*photo time with Daddy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5M2zJKpR_TQ/Tn-ZCwOrDGI/AAAAAAAABos/QJSkEy3Ed9w/s1600/IMG_1560.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5M2zJKpR_TQ/Tn-ZCwOrDGI/AAAAAAAABos/QJSkEy3Ed9w/s320/IMG_1560.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*Mother Emma taking care of Zion*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O2K9N8l5r1U/Tn-ZJq8Ga0I/AAAAAAAABo0/KD36FTjvt_g/s320/IMG_1552.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*water play*&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/9014879683807764560-4449639836018262797?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/4449639836018262797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=4449639836018262797&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/4449639836018262797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/4449639836018262797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/09/week-of-daddy-at-home.html' title='The Week of Daddy at Home'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A-4yNryTVuk/Tn-X1wZ4cUI/AAAAAAAABoE/gC6puN_kBBs/s72-c/DSC_0090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-1471426886708804182</id><published>2011-09-22T10:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T10:27:22.362-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing Life/Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie'/><title type='text'>The Birth of Katie Ellis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The entire pregnancy with Katie I struggled with being anxious over her coming too early. As her due date got nearer I transitioned from anxiousness over being too early to actually battling fear over her delivery. After the problems and complications of &lt;a href="http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2010/03/hes-here.html"&gt;Zion’s birth&lt;/a&gt; I was ready for a “good” healthy labor and delivery.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qtn3Bs8RsDA/Tns197DiAPI/AAAAAAAABm4/_nwwQqhLDoY/s1600/DSC_0036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qtn3Bs8RsDA/Tns197DiAPI/AAAAAAAABm4/_nwwQqhLDoY/s320/DSC_0036.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My midwife, the one who&amp;nbsp; delivered Zion and saved me from a c-section, was going to be gone to California for the week surrounding my due date. Jeremy and I talked and prayed about it and decided around 37 weeks that we wanted to be induced at 39 weeks before my MW went out of town. I didn’t want to risk delivering without her. We prayed consistently that Katie would come early like the other 3 children. I’ve never carried a baby past 39 weeks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9QU8qwRLNFo/Tns4cAJFaoI/AAAAAAAABnY/Ze0j277h3ks/s1600/DSC_0164.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9QU8qwRLNFo/Tns4cAJFaoI/AAAAAAAABnY/Ze0j277h3ks/s320/DSC_0164.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Well, despite prayers and pleading, no baby was coming, not even any signs of labor except for the painful contractions I had been having for about 2 weeks. So Monday morning, the day of 39 weeks, September 19, 2011 Jeremy and I arrived at the hospital (that only does low risk deliveries) for our 5:30AM induction. It was so strange to arrive at the hospital, not in labor. I felt like we were checking into a hotel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rK9TNrwBkrA/Tns2hBoySFI/AAAAAAAABm8/u61lGyMfSFY/s1600/DSC_0145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rK9TNrwBkrA/Tns2hBoySFI/AAAAAAAABm8/u61lGyMfSFY/s320/DSC_0145.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;They started the pitocin drip at about 6:30 or so. I was already having some irregular contractions on my own, was dilated to about 3 1/2 and was still thick. They played with the pitocin drip, trying to find a level high enough that the contractions would stay regular. The contractions weren’t uncomfortable and I highly doubted they were doing anything. My MW came in about 9AM and broke my water.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7-PLxUvf2b0/Tns3tJbHRWI/AAAAAAAABnM/YmoRPwClcPk/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7-PLxUvf2b0/Tns3tJbHRWI/AAAAAAAABnM/YmoRPwClcPk/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;From there things got much more intense and I got the epidural like I planned around 9:45. I’m very sensitive to the medicine in the epidural and normally can feel nothing from the waist down after it is administered, no contractions, no pressure, no nothing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YXD1U_xmNxw/Tns4C-z7IlI/AAAAAAAABnQ/x5wfHtFaOB0/s1600/CSC_0079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YXD1U_xmNxw/Tns4C-z7IlI/AAAAAAAABnQ/x5wfHtFaOB0/s320/CSC_0079.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The nurse checked me at 10:15. I was 5 centimeters and 80% effaced. She said she thought in about an hour we might have us a baby. I was beginning to question calling the epidural guy to come back and lower the dosage since my legs were so very very numb. However there was not to be enough time.&amp;nbsp; My nurse came back at 11:15 to check me. Mom, Dad, Jeremy, and the children went down the hall for a snack. She elated to report that I was 10 cm, fully effaced and baby was at a +2. She was afraid to leave me to go get the delivery tools. She didn’t want me to have the baby in the room while alone. I called mom and her and Jeremy quickly returned while my dad kept the littles in the lobby.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ihQzj172H2s/Tns3UIKpm8I/AAAAAAAABnI/umiWn24aXXk/s1600/DSC_0068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ihQzj172H2s/Tns3UIKpm8I/AAAAAAAABnI/umiWn24aXXk/s320/DSC_0068.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The MW and nurse came back and got set up. I never felt the urge to push or anything. By the time they got everything set up you could see Katie’s head just by looking. We literally just watched Katie emerge on her own with little to no pushing from me. It was the most surreal thing. I never strained or grunted. All the nurses and attendants were completely amazed. I was too. I was talking normally with the nurses and MW while she emerged. My MW told me to reach down and pull her out and I did. It was 11:33AM. I placed her on my chest and she remained there for some time. Jeremy was able to cut the cord and I quickly delivered the placenta. There was no tearing and no cutting. Praise the Lord.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y3DfexYUgeM/Tns27Jm0--I/AAAAAAAABnA/OPkcUfQK9kg/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y3DfexYUgeM/Tns27Jm0--I/AAAAAAAABnA/OPkcUfQK9kg/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;They weighed her and cleaned her up a bit. She so kindly had her first bowel movement and wetting right on my stomach right after she was born. : ) She weighed 7 pounds 13 ounces 20 inches long with reddish fuze.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJl1C63yeOE/Tns_G6Sa66I/AAAAAAAABnc/FUliDclQnXM/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bJl1C63yeOE/Tns_G6Sa66I/AAAAAAAABnc/FUliDclQnXM/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;They brought her to me and laid her naked but diapered body on my bare chest where she remained for about an hour. She nursed well and eventually went back to sleep. They wrapped her up and we left Jeremy and Nana hold her while I had some yummy lunch.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jW0B70l4p3w/Tns_kTDONfI/AAAAAAAABng/KGz0LZLEW4M/s1600/DSC_0067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jW0B70l4p3w/Tns_kTDONfI/AAAAAAAABng/KGz0LZLEW4M/s320/DSC_0067.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;According to the nurse my labor was 2 hours and 45 minutes. They begin counting when you are 80% effaced. We were at the hospital for 6 hours - went from 5cm to 10 and fully effaced in 1 hour - and pushed/watched for less than 5 minutes while she emerged. It was the most surreal out of body experience. While I did not go into labor on my own like I prayed, my prayer for a quick and easy delivery was more than answered. : )&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vMN5oPyFdyc/TntAskOk-uI/AAAAAAAABns/tolRFraK854/s1600/DSC_0086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vMN5oPyFdyc/TntAskOk-uI/AAAAAAAABns/tolRFraK854/s320/DSC_0086.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It’s now been a little over 26 hours since Katie was born and we are all home and settled and rejoicing in the birth of baby blessing #4. I can’t describe the joy of walking out of the hospital with 4 little children. I think the staff might have picked up on things since their last comment was “See you in a year or two”. : ) May that be true!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-1471426886708804182?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/1471426886708804182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=1471426886708804182&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/1471426886708804182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/1471426886708804182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/09/birth-of-katie-ellis.html' title='The Birth of Katie Ellis'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qtn3Bs8RsDA/Tns197DiAPI/AAAAAAAABm4/_nwwQqhLDoY/s72-c/DSC_0036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-1059388986477742904</id><published>2011-09-19T15:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T10:27:22.363-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing Life/Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie'/><title type='text'>She's Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AQyHg70Ovhk/TneenXtDR2I/AAAAAAAABmw/8NfqtqCXWSo/s1600/DSC_0161.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AQyHg70Ovhk/TneenXtDR2I/AAAAAAAABmw/8NfqtqCXWSo/s320/DSC_0161.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Katie Ellis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Born at 11:33 AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;7 lbs 13 oz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;20 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2 hours 45 minutes of labor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-1059388986477742904?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/1059388986477742904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=1059388986477742904&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/1059388986477742904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/1059388986477742904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/09/shes-here.html' title='She&apos;s Here'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AQyHg70Ovhk/TneenXtDR2I/AAAAAAAABmw/8NfqtqCXWSo/s72-c/DSC_0161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-8521737041565450747</id><published>2011-09-13T13:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T10:27:22.364-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing Life/Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maggie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie'/><title type='text'>38 Weeks and Her 1st</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XI6YHZnbN2o/Tm-SsEXbqmI/AAAAAAAABmo/MbTY4_Zifcg/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XI6YHZnbN2o/Tm-SsEXbqmI/AAAAAAAABmo/MbTY4_Zifcg/s320/021.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;38 weeks and nothing to report &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I did gain 2 pounds so I'm at 141 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(I'm blaming it on the 5lbs of cookie dough in the frig)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Still about 2 cms and still thick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lots of miserable contractions and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;so ready for baby to come!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2EW3bkSMqO0/Tm-SzzwifQI/AAAAAAAABms/UKwP0YE3mo4/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2EW3bkSMqO0/Tm-SzzwifQI/AAAAAAAABms/UKwP0YE3mo4/s400/014.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And Maggie is now the proud owner of her first (used) skirt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, she's almost 5 and never worn a skirt. I bought one once &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and took it back because it just made her look too old. : ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She's super excited to be wearing a skirt and shirt like mommy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-8521737041565450747?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/8521737041565450747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=8521737041565450747&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/8521737041565450747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/8521737041565450747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/09/38-weeks-and-her-1st.html' title='38 Weeks and Her 1st'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XI6YHZnbN2o/Tm-SsEXbqmI/AAAAAAAABmo/MbTY4_Zifcg/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-8464618210908426416</id><published>2011-09-12T10:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T10:21:56.374-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Godly Growing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asking/Sharing'/><title type='text'>Maxwells/Titus 2</title><content type='html'>Most of you are probably already familiar with the Steve and Terri Maxwell family. If not, you find out more about them at their &lt;a href="http://www.Titus2.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.titus2.com/blog/index.php"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in case you are familiar with them, I thought you might be interested to know that they are coming semi-local if any of you live near me. October 7 &amp;amp; 8 they will in &lt;a href="http://www.titus2.com/conferences/Locations/pigeon-forge-tn-11/Pigeon-Forge-TN.pdf"&gt;Pigeon Forge, TN for a free conference&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you go, I would love to know since Jeremy and I are "planning" to go. Of course we will have a newborn so those plans are always subject to change. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-8464618210908426416?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/8464618210908426416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=8464618210908426416&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/8464618210908426416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/8464618210908426416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/09/maxwellstitus-2.html' title='Maxwells/Titus 2'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-99442140292449450</id><published>2011-09-10T19:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T19:09:13.920-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maggie'/><title type='text'>(Almost) The Big 0-5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kYK7y5M5AOU/TmvpX4mQY7I/AAAAAAAABmY/cUnv2EJK7zg/s1600/DSC_0079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kYK7y5M5AOU/TmvpX4mQY7I/AAAAAAAABmY/cUnv2EJK7zg/s400/DSC_0079.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Maggie's 5th birthday today even though her actual birthday isn't until October 1. We have to do birthday parties on weekends when we have Jeremy's kids and the next weekend that we have them is too close to D-day. We didn't want Maggie's birthday to get lost in the birth of Baby Katie so we opted for her party to be early.&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/-BtHj7hK9enI/TmvntKB1SNI/AAAAAAAABmA/hzKlhNo5qD4/s1600/DSC_0074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtHj7hK9enI/TmvntKB1SNI/AAAAAAAABmA/hzKlhNo5qD4/s400/DSC_0074.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was simple as usual. Immediate family, plus Nana, Papa, and Aunt Melanie.&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/-hwo4XnZ38TQ/TmvoG1SoakI/AAAAAAAABmI/Kz98msRFq60/s1600/DSC_0105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hwo4XnZ38TQ/TmvoG1SoakI/AAAAAAAABmI/Kz98msRFq60/s400/DSC_0105.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first time I've not made the cake (or cupcakes) and attempted to decorate them for our children's birthday. In my defense *smile* being almost 9 full months pregnant, with limited movement, sleep, and um....sanity, we opted to just buy a cake. Maggie is still a lover of all things Curious George. We did George at her 2nd birthday and now at her 5th due to her repeated request for a George cake.&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/-wf4ACWBjIqY/TmvrCNLs1hI/AAAAAAAABmc/19VPFOYyv4Q/s1600/DSC_0170.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wf4ACWBjIqY/TmvrCNLs1hI/AAAAAAAABmc/19VPFOYyv4Q/s400/DSC_0170.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The cake was good but I must say I think we are all feeling the affects of a major sugar/junk overload. The little girls while completely entrolled with the cake, at only a bite or two. I do love their lack of taste buds for such junk. : )&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vUtbgK72W54/Tmvo3g66shI/AAAAAAAABmQ/yQ1u-AB2ixM/s1600/DSC_0185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vUtbgK72W54/Tmvo3g66shI/AAAAAAAABmQ/yQ1u-AB2ixM/s400/DSC_0185.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The gift run down for Maggie's 5th birthday:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1017094370"&gt;Saxon Math &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.veritaspress.com/prodinfo.asp?number=505200"&gt;Manipulatives&lt;/a&gt; to complete her &lt;a href="http://www.veritaspress.com/prodinfo.asp?number=505010"&gt;Saxon 1 Math&lt;/a&gt;, &amp;nbsp;(thanks N&amp;amp;P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;her own pink water cup like mama's, (thanks N&amp;amp;P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;a flashlight to use to read in bed, (thanks N&amp;amp;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;t&lt;a href="http://www.veritaspress.com/prodinfo.asp?number=175010"&gt;he Children's Illustrated Bible&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/1-25-Dot-Dots-Ready-Book/dp/0887434479/ref=pd_sim_b_1"&gt;2 Dot to Dot books&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Mazes-Preschool-Activity-Zone-ages/dp/1589473949/ref=pd_bxgy_b_text_c"&gt;1 book of Mazes&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;a small bag of goodies; new pencils, stickers, a notebook,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and some sparkle polish for her toes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And there you have it, the completion of birthday party #5 for Maggie Eliza. Of course when you have your party a full 3 weeks early, you know a mama's gonna have to do a "little" celebrating on the actual day. : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-99442140292449450?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/99442140292449450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=99442140292449450&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/99442140292449450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/99442140292449450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/09/almost-big-0-5.html' title='(Almost) The Big 0-5'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kYK7y5M5AOU/TmvpX4mQY7I/AAAAAAAABmY/cUnv2EJK7zg/s72-c/DSC_0079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-4037066003839069506</id><published>2011-08-29T12:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T10:27:22.364-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing Life/Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie'/><title type='text'>36 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t7YQMOgE9Ug/Tlu_ZjUN3EI/AAAAAAAABl8/C2igrjRfOP8/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t7YQMOgE9Ug/Tlu_ZjUN3EI/AAAAAAAABl8/C2igrjRfOP8/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36 down, a few more to go. I was scheduled for an ultrasound this morning. Jeremy wasn't able to go so Nana and the 3 littles went. Everything looked good in the ultrasound. Fluid is good and baby is very low, head down. The measurements suggest the weight to be 6 pounds 4 ounces, which is right in line with my dates. The actual size can be off a pound either way. The head was so low she had a hard time getting a good accurate size. And there was great confirmation that it is a girl, Katie girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The appointment with the MW went well. She did the GBS test and did a quick check while she was there. I am about 1 1/2 dilated and still thick but she can feel the baby's head and my cervix is very irritable. LOL. Whatever that means. I am still at 140 and my blood pressure is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now we wait and must admit, pray for an early, but not too early, delivery. I always say I'm not going to get impatient but goodness, carrying around an extra 20 pounds is quite taxing on the body. I'm ready to be able to bend over, roll over, hold kiddos, move furniture, paint, etc. Not to mention hold that sweet little body and nurse her and rock her and spend sleepless nights with her. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-4037066003839069506?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/4037066003839069506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=4037066003839069506&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/4037066003839069506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/4037066003839069506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/08/36-weeks.html' title='36 Weeks'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t7YQMOgE9Ug/Tlu_ZjUN3EI/AAAAAAAABl8/C2igrjRfOP8/s72-c/DSC_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-5263168457695123971</id><published>2011-08-24T15:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T10:27:22.365-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing Life/Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maggie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie'/><title type='text'>Pre-Baby Doings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V2n0K-ZFUgg/TlVKzsRbquI/AAAAAAAABlw/6EnzqiQvTrQ/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V2n0K-ZFUgg/TlVKzsRbquI/AAAAAAAABlw/6EnzqiQvTrQ/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;With a little over 4 weeks left before Baby is due, I've been working very diligently on my pre-baby to do list. One of the major things was to move all the bedrooms around and paint them all. : ) We've been here 18 months and have done nothing to the bedrooms, but more on that when they are actually finished. We bought a set of bunk beds for the girls. They were both in toddler beds and we were ready to transit Zion into one of them so we moved both of them into the bunk beds. Plus, um.....neither of them were actually sleeping through the night in the bunk beds. So I made a big bucket of single pieces of candy and they are allowed to pick from it each morning that they sleep all night their own bed. And for the past week, they have every night. Hip, Hip, Hooray.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mA84aIb9Miw/TlVLSvLvxiI/AAAAAAAABl4/bqR2RWAaDCM/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mA84aIb9Miw/TlVLSvLvxiI/AAAAAAAABl4/bqR2RWAaDCM/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aside from sleeping in their beds, I always wanted the girls to be more independent on their morning and night time routines. Making the &lt;a href="http://www.likeawarmcupofcoffee.com/home/2011/06/the-chore-system-that-works-for-our-babes-so-far/"&gt;necklace style chore packs&lt;/a&gt; has been on my to do list for months but I've been too lazy to actually do it. Then I made a list of the things I wanted them to do but I wanted someone else to draw the pictures. I can't draw anything! I finally gave up and drew them myself. Poor girls, hopefully they can tell what the pictures are. I just made them to today so I am not sure how well this is going to work for us but the girls are SO excited. They are anxiously awaiting bedtime.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBpG7eiPnRs/TlVKWyZdWEI/AAAAAAAABls/vSkJM4HBmPc/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BBpG7eiPnRs/TlVKWyZdWEI/AAAAAAAABls/vSkJM4HBmPc/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've made several trips to the attic and brought down the girl baby clothes (please let this truly be a girl). They are all washed and ready for wear. I also brought all 3 of the other kiddos fall/winter clothes down too. Making a trip into the attic right after delivery didn't sound too enjoyable, not to mention the mess of clothes that came down. So now I know what we have and what we need.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DV-DORVJ8AA/TlVKA-Q509I/AAAAAAAABlo/ZrnNvasSU14/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DV-DORVJ8AA/TlVKA-Q509I/AAAAAAAABlo/ZrnNvasSU14/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've got the baby bassinet right by my bed, ready her sleeping little body. See the green blanket? It is a special treasure from &lt;a href="http://littlearrows.blogspot.com/2011/08/its.html"&gt;a very dear friend.&lt;/a&gt; It was a sweet and blessed treat to find it in the mailbox one day a couple of weeks ago.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We've still a few things to do; it's never ending, you know? Some of the main items include:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;~ pedicure - my mom treats me to one right before baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;~ pack hospital bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;~ finish my new nursing cover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;~ stock up on diapers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;~ make a few more things for the freezer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;~ clean out inside of the van (baby needs clean care, right?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;~ finishing the painting in the house would be nice : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;~ cleaning the outside windows would be nice : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;~ And getting Zion to sleep somewhere other than on the couch at night would be AWESOME!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So there. That's all I can think of. My main focus these last few weeks to simply enjoy our ending days as a family of 5. Being a family of 6 is super exciting but I do want to make the most of these days with just 3 little ones. Life will be changing soon, ready or not. : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-5263168457695123971?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/5263168457695123971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=5263168457695123971&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/5263168457695123971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/5263168457695123971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/08/pre-baby-doings.html' title='Pre-Baby Doings'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V2n0K-ZFUgg/TlVKzsRbquI/AAAAAAAABlw/6EnzqiQvTrQ/s72-c/DSC_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-4340934045693541205</id><published>2011-08-22T14:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T14:36:32.141-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Godly Growing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maggie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healthy Living'/><title type='text'>Taking Back the Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jwvm1X61WgM/Tk05Dnah3DI/AAAAAAAABlc/AsOjrP1J1UE/s1600/IMG_8459.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jwvm1X61WgM/Tk05Dnah3DI/AAAAAAAABlc/AsOjrP1J1UE/s400/IMG_8459.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Maggie and Emma watching TV years ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've confessed this sin online before. It's been so long it's not even on this blog. Sadly, although, I confessed to man and to the Lord, I've not been living out the change. I've known for months something had to change, something had to give. Hard things were going to have be done. I never want my heart to grow cold or hard from refusing to correct what the Lord has revealed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k6VXXQhPhko/Tk04Tp55TaI/AAAAAAAABlU/JFTnqDJHEp0/s1600/IMG_0296.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k6VXXQhPhko/Tk04Tp55TaI/AAAAAAAABlU/JFTnqDJHEp0/s400/IMG_0296.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Zion watching TV at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My children watch too much t.v. Like it was mostly always playing in the background, eck! We don't have cable or digit satellite or even bunny ears but we do have DVDs. We have Curious George, Word World, Thomas the Train, and Baby Einstein. We have Andy Griffith, the Sound of Music, Anne of Green Gables, few James Stewart movies, Moody Science videos, and some Franklin Springs Media films. It didn't matter what was on, the children were watching it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HaEkAysKxeg/Tk04DqDZ-JI/AAAAAAAABlQ/hp4VplgAsoY/s1600/IMG_0288.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HaEkAysKxeg/Tk04DqDZ-JI/AAAAAAAABlQ/hp4VplgAsoY/s400/IMG_0288.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Maggie and Zion watching TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've said over the years that I was going to&amp;nbsp;just keep the TV off unless it was a special time. But then Zion would be whining or bothering the girls, or the girls would be bickering, and if I turned the TV on then normally, calmness would come. Total cop out for godly parenting and correcting sin patterns.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DvVQlzm5FTs/Tk04vxuKjzI/AAAAAAAABlY/jZ4qipoIkl4/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DvVQlzm5FTs/Tk04vxuKjzI/AAAAAAAABlY/jZ4qipoIkl4/s400/DSC_0007.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Zion "working" on the TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So it's gone, completely gone. It's down in the dark damp musty basement. I've rearranged the living room and now it focuses more around our "homeschooling"/activity table rather than the cabinet that held the TV. I know my limits and for me, as a lazy mother prone to the sin of allowing her babies to be zombies to mindless entertainment, I can't have the TV/DVD around or else I will fail and give into the temptation of turning it.....and leaving it on. So we are completely TV less and while the first few days were a bit of an adjustment, things are coming along nicely. Now if only there was some financial gain from doing away with the TV, that would be nice. But a spiritual gain, well, that out does financial any ol' day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Look carefully then how you walk, not as unwise but as wise, &lt;i&gt;making the best use of your time&lt;/i&gt; because the days are evil. Ephesians 5: 15-16&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-4340934045693541205?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/4340934045693541205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=4340934045693541205&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/4340934045693541205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/4340934045693541205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/08/taking-back-time.html' title='Taking Back the Time'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jwvm1X61WgM/Tk05Dnah3DI/AAAAAAAABlc/AsOjrP1J1UE/s72-c/IMG_8459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-8358907254964506348</id><published>2011-08-18T10:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T11:08:53.621-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Godly Growing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maggie'/><title type='text'>Keeping My Focus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tXAl1hVu4YY/Tk0oCew3PFI/AAAAAAAABk0/5r1J8lafG9c/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tXAl1hVu4YY/Tk0oCew3PFI/AAAAAAAABk0/5r1J8lafG9c/s400/DSC_0013.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a story in a local magazine a few months ago while waiting at the Dr office. The article was about local "star" doctors who had gone above the "call of duty". This particular story was written about a young couple who had just had their 4th child, with the oldest child being around 6 or 7. The pregnancy had gone well but when it was time to deliver something (I can't remember what) went wrong and the mother required emergency surgery to stop the bleeding. In order to do so, they had to do a hysterectomy. Thankfully the mother and baby were fine and released in a few days.&amp;nbsp;I don't know the family or their convictions or anything of that nature but it caused me to wonder if that shattered their dreams of having more children. They had 4 healthy children and her life was spared. Wow, what a blessing. &amp;nbsp;I then began to ponder in my own heart how that would affect me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/-WUaDa1rF4xs/Tk0owIVxinI/AAAAAAAABlA/4hKXGAMoats/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WUaDa1rF4xs/Tk0owIVxinI/AAAAAAAABlA/4hKXGAMoats/s400/DSC_0010.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want all the children God will give us. And at times I am even discontent with HIS spacing, thinking He should allow ours to be closer together like "the X Family". I try to calculate in my head how many children we could have before I go through menopause, say at 40, provided all the pregnancies are full term, living babies and the spacing stays the same as it has in the past. My mind wonders what it will be like to give birth that last time and for the last round of "firsts". Of course, we won't know it's the last baby until I just don't ever get pregnant again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ESzUa0trBg/Tk0oZX_R7TI/AAAAAAAABk8/pCgz8qmPZ80/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ESzUa0trBg/Tk0oZX_R7TI/AAAAAAAABk8/pCgz8qmPZ80/s400/DSC_0005.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While it will be hard to accept that my baby birthing years are over naturally due to age, how would I accept that if it happened earlier? Whether it be due to fertility, health complications, required surgery, etc?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is my desire for a large family larger than my desire for God's will, even if His will is for no more children?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do I find my contentment in having (and desiring) a large family or do I find my contentment in the Lord?&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/-45rvqULDXj4/Tk0pyzNyYlI/AAAAAAAABlI/VxMSXOwYL1Q/s1600/IMG_1438.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-45rvqULDXj4/Tk0pyzNyYlI/AAAAAAAABlI/VxMSXOwYL1Q/s400/IMG_1438.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being honest before the Lord, I can't say that my response to these questions would not be pleasing to Him. Quite often my focus is &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; on my family, when it ought to be on my family&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; through the Lord&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Contentment comes only from the Lord. If I am not content with 4 children, my heart will not be satisfied with a dozen. I often feel like my desire for children ought to have been mentioned in Proverbs 30:15 among the things that are never satisfied.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&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/-GXVAbSPi4Is/Tk0pFI3K4yI/AAAAAAAABlE/L6fdI9cHs8E/s1600/DSC_0019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GXVAbSPi4Is/Tk0pFI3K4yI/AAAAAAAABlE/L6fdI9cHs8E/s400/DSC_0019.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is my prayer that my focus might be on the Lord and bringing Him glory, rather that is with four children or twenty. I pray that my thoughts will be on Him and His kingdom and not on simply expanding our own. I pray that I will be a good steward with the blessings that He had already entrusted to us and quit wasting time wondering how many, if any, more He will allow us to have.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-8358907254964506348?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/8358907254964506348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=8358907254964506348&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/8358907254964506348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/8358907254964506348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/08/keeping-my-focus.html' title='Keeping My Focus'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tXAl1hVu4YY/Tk0oCew3PFI/AAAAAAAABk0/5r1J8lafG9c/s72-c/DSC_0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-5024971757266668243</id><published>2011-08-16T16:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T16:02:18.184-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meal Planning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Menu Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qr3OFZwOkII/TkrLpxE3_AI/AAAAAAAABkw/fBPUP0WZgj0/s1600/DSC_0051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qr3OFZwOkII/TkrLpxE3_AI/AAAAAAAABkw/fBPUP0WZgj0/s320/DSC_0051.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://annies-eats.net/2011/02/18/peanut-butterscotch-chocolate-crispy-bars/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Super Yummy Treat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bread is baking and beans are soaking. Kiddos are finishing up a lunch of last night's leftovers. I do enjoy cooking but I do not enjoy menu planning. Mostly because I am always wondering what Jeremy would really like to eat and my menu planning usually goes by me picking out what I am in the mood for that week. I have a running list of things we all like but I am usually just so uninspired. So this time I ask Jeremy to plan the week's dinner menu. He did so in less than 60 seconds. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Hamburger Patties (seasoned with shredded Parmesan cheese, basil, season all, and garlic&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; salt),&amp;nbsp;baked potatoes, and "Mabelle" peas (Jeremy works late so we ate alone and he took&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;leftovers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Ham and Bean Soup w/ homemade rolls (the weekly Amish white bread made into rolls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Homemade Pizza (for some reason I do not enjoy making this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - Breakfast to include bacon, pancakes, eggs and toast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - Veggie Night - corn on the cob, Parmesan potatoes, whole wheat butter noodles, and steamed&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;broccoli, with optional salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - Lunch - BLT&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Dinner - Out with Jeremy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - Lunch - Spaghetti (we eat this every Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Dinner - Cheese Quesadillas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For weekly lunches, we either eat with Nana, have leftovers, cheese quesadillas, or butter noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For snacks, I keep apples, bananas, grapes, &amp;nbsp;cheese, raw carrots, yogurt, organic animal crackers, and whole wheat snack crackers on hand. My kiddos aren't much for baked goods so we usually just stick with the above items. I do still make cookies and such on occasion but I usually end up throwing them out after a few days. I shouldn't complain, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-5024971757266668243?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/5024971757266668243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=5024971757266668243&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/5024971757266668243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/5024971757266668243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/08/menu-plan.html' title='Menu Plan'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qr3OFZwOkII/TkrLpxE3_AI/AAAAAAAABkw/fBPUP0WZgj0/s72-c/DSC_0051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-6539669630508520926</id><published>2011-08-15T14:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T10:27:22.366-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing Life/Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie'/><title type='text'>34 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pPcg8Ed9Jr0/TklpcpHD5OI/AAAAAAAABkk/Bx2wJPtOjZg/s1600/IMG_1481.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pPcg8Ed9Jr0/TklpcpHD5OI/AAAAAAAABkk/Bx2wJPtOjZg/s400/IMG_1481.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I went for my 34 week check up this morning. There was a crispness in the air, a slight breeze, cooler temperatures, and birds chirping. It was such a glorious refreshing gift from the Lord. I blog for lots of reasons but one of those is to have a log for our family and to keep good records since my memory is at best sketchy. So don't take this as a compliant but more of a record so next time I can remember what was going on this time. : ) This pregnancy, as best my memory serves me, is much more tiring than the others. I am normally good and energetic until the delivery with very little complaints. This time, other than my purple foot and ankle, I am not having much pain. My foot does cause great discomfort while standing still or sitting. I prop it up at every opportunity. My varicose veins, except for the foot and ankle, are not bothering me, although they look AWFUL. But I get so tired, like first trimester I can't do anything that takes longer than 5 minutes or I might just faint tired. I'm having lots and lots of braxton hicks. Any physical exertion and I will have them until I stop. There's been no exercising, not even walking, in the last few weeks due to constant, sometimes, painful/uncomfortable contractions. Pretty much everything seems to trigger them. The baby loves the kick and shove her body parts up under my right rib cage and it *hurts*. Despite how my belly looks, she is high and causes great discomfort when it comes to breathing. I am constantly having deep sighs and sometimes have to lie flat on the bed and raise my arms over my head to get a good deep breath.&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/-zrhnQvx1NQE/TklpYesBtHI/AAAAAAAABkg/BEE2EVhE99I/s1600/IMG_1480.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zrhnQvx1NQE/TklpYesBtHI/AAAAAAAABkg/BEE2EVhE99I/s400/IMG_1480.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here are the official 34 weeks stats.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weight 140 (up a pound from 2 weeks ago)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blood Pressure Good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fundal Height measuring 36 weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At my next appointment which is 2 weeks from today they will do another &amp;nbsp;U/S and the Group B strep test. I am most anxious for the U/S. I would like a little more confirmation that this in fact Baby Katie and not Baby Peter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-6539669630508520926?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/6539669630508520926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=6539669630508520926&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/6539669630508520926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/6539669630508520926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/08/34-weeks.html' title='34 Weeks'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pPcg8Ed9Jr0/TklpcpHD5OI/AAAAAAAABkk/Bx2wJPtOjZg/s72-c/IMG_1481.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-3134025245037284799</id><published>2011-08-11T08:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T10:27:22.367-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Godly Growing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maggie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie'/><title type='text'>His Trip and My Failures</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ovqGX6--hh8/TkPeHBoFtjI/AAAAAAAABkM/oRsqeBPj4Go/s1600/DSC_0034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ovqGX6--hh8/TkPeHBoFtjI/AAAAAAAABkM/oRsqeBPj4Go/s320/DSC_0034.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Center of the hotel - 22 floors&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;We followed him on a business trip this week. Well, at least for part of the week and part of his trip. We all went down, including our gracious and ever-enduring Nana, &amp;nbsp;for the 2 1/2 hour drive on Sunday. Jeremy will be staying through Friday but the children, Nana, and I returned on Wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9siXPO4bOss/TkPdJAg3shI/AAAAAAAABj0/lZ7h1yDZVTY/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9siXPO4bOss/TkPdJAg3shI/AAAAAAAABj0/lZ7h1yDZVTY/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;girls travel bags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Monday, we were richly blessed to be able to meet my sister-in-law and my 2 nieces and nephew at &lt;a href="http://www.callawaygardens.com/info/hours-directions.aspx"&gt;Callaway Gardens&lt;/a&gt;. It was day of quick fellowship while viewing the beautiful creation of the our Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VObI1kP05SM/TkPcvO-e_9I/AAAAAAAABjw/n9HYn4Fw_BQ/s1600/IMG_1462.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VObI1kP05SM/TkPcvO-e_9I/AAAAAAAABjw/n9HYn4Fw_BQ/s320/IMG_1462.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;butterflies in butterfly center at Callaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Tuesday morning we went to the &lt;a href="http://www.zooatlanta.org/"&gt;Atlanta Zoo&lt;/a&gt; and enjoyed seeing some of God's amazing creatures. And spent some of the afternoon in the hotel pool. We spent the evening with Jeremy while "strolling" the downtown streets of Atlanta, enjoying the playground at &lt;a href="http://www.centennialpark.com/"&gt;Centennial Park&lt;/a&gt; and the views the city had to offer, all while having contractions due to the heat and &amp;nbsp;physical exertion.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OMEhbG-Ai8c/TkPdP-KRekI/AAAAAAAABj4/36XASi1FoD8/s1600/IMG_1466.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OMEhbG-Ai8c/TkPdP-KRekI/AAAAAAAABj4/36XASi1FoD8/s320/IMG_1466.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Nana and girls with flamingos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Wednesday morning we packed up and prepared to head out for home. Sorry to be leaving Jeremy behind but so so thankful to be heading home. Being in an extremely small hotel room with 3 adults (one largely pregnant &amp;amp; deeply affected by insomnia, 3 children 4 and under, on the 17th floor of an exclusive business-oriented hotel, which happened to be under renovation, well it was certainly a time of "trying" to tame the flesh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FJVC1CJn_nA/TkPdvPV7pyI/AAAAAAAABkE/GTgtHtalv84/s1600/IMG_1478.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FJVC1CJn_nA/TkPdvPV7pyI/AAAAAAAABkE/GTgtHtalv84/s320/IMG_1478.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Maggie at Centennial Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Out of all my failures during this trip the one that hit me the hardest is the one that happened while waiting for the valet attendant to bring around our car. We were all standing (Zion in the stroller) waiting on our car, when this "sophisticated" business woman in her business suit and stylish short hair came up and asked me "how did I do all this sanely?. She really wanted to know how I had so many children and was pregnant again and could be so sane. She said that she had watched me around the hotel the last few days and couldn't see how I did it. She said that she even told her husband yesterday that 'there is this woman at the hotel, who is pregnant, and has 3 children who have be under 5 and she's sane'. And right then and there I FAILED. I failed to&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;give God the glory&lt;/i&gt;. I failed to say that it was&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;by His grace alone&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and that any sanity that she saw in me was&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;from Him alone&lt;/i&gt;. Instead I made some bumbling stupid comment about it being 'a lot of prayer, training, discipline, and smiles during the chaos. I told her that we certainly had our insane times. She wanted to know how I made it through pregnancy while being sick and having other children. I FAILED again. I should have said '&lt;i&gt;only by God's grace&lt;/i&gt;' but instead I said 'you just do. You think with each pregnancy that you cannot make it through that first half of pregnancy again, especially not with another child but you do'. Her departing words, "I just wanted you to know that you inspire me".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6teWRdx4WSc/TkPdoL-O-GI/AAAAAAAABkA/H1F0bHkOhtE/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6teWRdx4WSc/TkPdoL-O-GI/AAAAAAAABkA/H1F0bHkOhtE/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Zion snacking in room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I look back on that conversation with such remorse. I must admit that while I was flattered I was HORRIFIED. What about all those times she would have been repulsed by how I was handling life with 3 little ones and one on the way? What about those other people who were watching when I had those moments in the flesh, when you grit your teeth and try not to let your anger over take you? Oh, those moments are way too often and often way too evident.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8b0coIVbiS0/TkPf3Yset6I/AAAAAAAABkc/u7smZ6uvMGw/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8b0coIVbiS0/TkPf3Yset6I/AAAAAAAABkc/u7smZ6uvMGw/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sweet face after a meltdown aka attack of flesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;This conversation with this business woman taught me a lot about myself. It showed me that my focus is not on Christ as it ought to be. I was so quick to dismiss His glory and honor in the conversation, never even mentioning Him by name, only referring to praying. She has NO idea WHO I was praying to. Oh, how my heart aches at my failure.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cIxDvMtQU9s/TkPfdRStnwI/AAAAAAAABkQ/86fLuilLmJo/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cIxDvMtQU9s/TkPfdRStnwI/AAAAAAAABkQ/86fLuilLmJo/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Baby in the tummy ready for a swim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I pray that in the future my heart and mind will be focused on giving&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; Him &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;all the glory and honor and praise&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. In my own strength, in my own flesh, I am nothing. I am nobody. Without Christ, &amp;nbsp;I am &lt;i&gt;totally&lt;/i&gt; deprived of all wisdom and knowledge and &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;sanity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My mouth is filled with your praise,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and with your&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;glory all the day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Psalm 71:8&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-3134025245037284799?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/3134025245037284799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=3134025245037284799&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/3134025245037284799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/3134025245037284799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/08/his-trip-and-my-failures.html' title='His Trip and My Failures'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ovqGX6--hh8/TkPeHBoFtjI/AAAAAAAABkM/oRsqeBPj4Go/s72-c/DSC_0034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-3482328996265793705</id><published>2011-08-06T10:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T10:46:00.500-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Godly Growing'/><title type='text'>Purposely Planning For Purpose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TUHOAOa8hPI/Tjv0cTBMs7I/AAAAAAAABjc/oU3zquwBU0U/s1600/DSC_0025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TUHOAOa8hPI/Tjv0cTBMs7I/AAAAAAAABjc/oU3zquwBU0U/s320/DSC_0025.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that if I don't make a plan, if I don't set forth each day to make it a purpose to seek and share Christ with my little ones, then more often than not I will find myself lying in bed at night regretting a day with no purpose. We pray, we talk of God's creation, we laugh and smile and learn but if I don't set a time, preferably more than one, and a plan for us to get into God's Word, to sit down, to be still, to be quite and listen in reverence and awe, then it doesn't happen. And what, might I ask, is more important than pursing Christ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added unto you. Matthew 6:33&lt;/b&gt;&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/-P3BFohVgPU8/Tjv0332ALeI/AAAAAAAABjg/kULiYIdxYu8/s1600/DSC_0023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P3BFohVgPU8/Tjv0332ALeI/AAAAAAAABjg/kULiYIdxYu8/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know in my heart there is nothing more important than imparting God's Word; His goodness, His past, His present, and His future, His desires, His hatred for sin, His sovereignty. I know that my clean, organized house or my well stocked pantry or my crafty skills; I know these things mean nothing. When I stand before God's throne and I give an account of my days, I doubt He's going to be too concerned with how healthy we ate, or many weeks/months of food I had in my pantry, or if I bought new clothes or if I made the children's clothes, if I was 10 pounds overweight, if my children read at age 4 or 10. But I do know that I will give an account for my time and how I chose to spend it and what I placed above Him and His Word and His commission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"O Lord, make me know my end and what is the measure of my days; let me know how fleeting I am." Psalm 39:4&lt;/b&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/-eHbH59jomnk/Tjv1RLXo4VI/AAAAAAAABjo/i18rzXfGves/s1600/DSC_0014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eHbH59jomnk/Tjv1RLXo4VI/AAAAAAAABjo/i18rzXfGves/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being busy and productive, that's what I enjoy. Sitting and reading the True Bible with wigglers all around, wondering if they are listening, or if they understand, is their mind wondering, am I doing all this in vain, wouldn't my time be better spent cooking something in the kitchen, the bathroom sure needs a good scrubbing, there's a great deal over at Staples right now, my mind is just as unfocused as theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;But Martha was distracted with much serving..... Luke 10:40&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&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/-TZkGgywgR2I/Tjv2fAgP9FI/AAAAAAAABjs/EoLeRjh_9ac/s1600/DSC_0023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TZkGgywgR2I/Tjv2fAgP9FI/AAAAAAAABjs/EoLeRjh_9ac/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I must make it &lt;i&gt;THE&lt;/i&gt; purpose of each day to seek the Lord &lt;i&gt;with the children&lt;/i&gt;, to read His Word, to soak in His world, to furthur incorporate Him in all we do. He is the reason for the breath we breathe. &lt;b&gt;We are here for no other reason than for His glory&lt;/b&gt;. We know this, we have heard this. But do we live this? It's so much easier to just do things &lt;em&gt;for&lt;/em&gt; Him, rather than to spend time &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;But the Lord answered her, "Martha, Martha, you are anxious and troubled about many things, but &lt;i&gt;one&lt;/i&gt; thing is necessary. Mary has chosen the good portion, which will not be taken away from her". &amp;nbsp;Luke 10:41&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-3482328996265793705?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/3482328996265793705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=3482328996265793705&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/3482328996265793705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/3482328996265793705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/08/purposely-planning-for-purpose.html' title='Purposely Planning For Purpose'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TUHOAOa8hPI/Tjv0cTBMs7I/AAAAAAAABjc/oU3zquwBU0U/s72-c/DSC_0025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-667366888716924348</id><published>2011-08-05T09:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T10:27:22.368-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing Life/Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Godly Growing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie'/><title type='text'>32 Weeks/8 Week Countdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6houUECJiQ0/TjvrA0Ey-GI/AAAAAAAABjY/oJq3otC7VqU/s1600/DSC_0036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6houUECJiQ0/TjvrA0Ey-GI/AAAAAAAABjY/oJq3otC7VqU/s320/DSC_0036.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I was going to be more diligent about keeping records/notes during this pregnancy. Well um..... I did have great intentions. It's been 8 weeks since I've given specifics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My&amp;nbsp;32 week check up was&amp;nbsp;on Tuesday.&amp;nbsp;I failed the one hour&amp;nbsp;glucose test at 28 weeks&amp;nbsp;but surprisingly passed the 3 hour. My weight is up to 137, fundal height on track, and&amp;nbsp;blood pressure good.&amp;nbsp;A week or so ago&amp;nbsp;I did have about 24 hours of consistent contractions/braxton hicks which&amp;nbsp;kept me up for the night. They never increased in intensity so I just waited. &amp;nbsp;Thankfully they passed and are now just&amp;nbsp;the normal sporadic tightening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I must look quite large as people have begun to ask me when I am due and when I state that I have 7/8 weeks to go they make some comment about 'wow, do you think you'll go early', or 'oh you poor thing' or 'my, you must be miserable'. I usually just wave them off, say this is my 4th in less than 5 years and I actually feel good. I even had a lady who insisted on picking up my case of water for me at Wal-mart. I started to tell her she was welcome to&amp;nbsp;home with me and do the lifting duty of my (almost) 30 pound 16 month old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that this pregnancy has me continually running to the Lord for comfort (which is where I should always be anyway). I am a bit terrified of labor starting early since it did&lt;a href="http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/search/label/Life%20in%20the%20NICU"&gt; last time&lt;/a&gt;. Although there is nothing I can do to keep my water from breaking, I find myself continually trying to be careful and not stretch too much to one side or roll over (which is what happened last time) too carelessly in the bed. God is sovereign, this I know, &amp;nbsp;and He is in control of this birth just like He was all the other times. His grace is sufficient and overflowing to walk me through these last few weeks of of pregnancy with baby #4.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-667366888716924348?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/667366888716924348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=667366888716924348&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/667366888716924348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/667366888716924348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/08/32-weeks8-week-countdown.html' title='32 Weeks/8 Week Countdown'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6houUECJiQ0/TjvrA0Ey-GI/AAAAAAAABjY/oJq3otC7VqU/s72-c/DSC_0036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-7502554024848643198</id><published>2011-07-28T13:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T13:09:52.424-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Godly Growing'/><title type='text'>2 Posts to Note</title><content type='html'>I have recently read 2 blog posts that are worth noting and passing on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christie at Divine Calling has written a beautiful transparent post called&lt;a href="http://keepers-at-home.blogspot.com/2011/07/in-which-life-gets-messy.htmlhttp://keepers-at-home.blogspot.com/2011/07/in-which-life-gets-messy.html"&gt; In Which Life Gets Messy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin at Just a Family has written an all too true post about &lt;a href="http://campbellshope.blogspot.com/2011/01/lie.html"&gt;The Lie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When time permits take a few moments to read these two. You won't be sorry and it will be a good use of your time. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-7502554024848643198?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/7502554024848643198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=7502554024848643198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/7502554024848643198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/7502554024848643198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/07/2-posts-to-note.html' title='2 Posts to Note'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-3642859420734962602</id><published>2011-07-26T17:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T10:27:22.369-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie'/><title type='text'>16 and 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9gMHfEfH2A/Ti8l6OHUypI/AAAAAAAABjE/1gC4d-X2MSc/s1600/IMG_9833.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9gMHfEfH2A/Ti8l6OHUypI/AAAAAAAABjE/1gC4d-X2MSc/s320/IMG_9833.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's been 16 months to the day since I stood beside Zion's first crib. It was a totally unexpected turn of events but Lord taught us so much through those 11 days and the months to follow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xLBeuAD9u38/Ti8lhxCrTSI/AAAAAAAABi4/HWH-z_TrkSY/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xLBeuAD9u38/Ti8lhxCrTSI/AAAAAAAABi4/HWH-z_TrkSY/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;From the beginning of the pregnancy to today, his 16 month birthday, he has broken all rules for normal. I must admit when we found out that we were having a boy, I was disappointed. Even with 2 girls I wanted another girl. But I had no idea what was in store for being a boy's mama. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4TXZuQ_p-0/Ti8lAmJa8KI/AAAAAAAABi0/riWyqjp-06Y/s1600/IMG_0714.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4TXZuQ_p-0/Ti8lAmJa8KI/AAAAAAAABi0/riWyqjp-06Y/s320/IMG_0714.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He is 100% different than the girls in every way. &amp;nbsp;He loves to cuddle and give lots of facial love. : )&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TBHnuh-bZWE/Ti8ktHd0ZjI/AAAAAAAABiw/J8Mvqsa8qRQ/s1600/IMG_0715.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TBHnuh-bZWE/Ti8ktHd0ZjI/AAAAAAAABiw/J8Mvqsa8qRQ/s320/IMG_0715.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He's quite in dependent though and usually content to roam on his own. His roaming often involves lots of trouble. He is constantly making noises but uses very little, if any, words. He says 'thank you' very clearly but other than that we occasionally get a 'mama, daddy, or nana' and that's it. I hesitate to even say he says anything since it's so rare!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KHrZKYfYK_E/Ti8r4z8yUuI/AAAAAAAABjQ/AU0xgJ6EEKU/s1600/IMG_0936.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KHrZKYfYK_E/Ti8r4z8yUuI/AAAAAAAABjQ/AU0xgJ6EEKU/s320/IMG_0936.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He loves to climb (beds, chairs, tables, anything) and takes a LOT of spills and falls. He's had more bumps and bruises and near death experiences. I am not going to document those. I am praying I forget them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WebSfuchKrg/Ti8keZANx-I/AAAAAAAABis/46YNmlBFCgM/s1600/IMG_0970.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WebSfuchKrg/Ti8keZANx-I/AAAAAAAABis/46YNmlBFCgM/s320/IMG_0970.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He enjoys his ride on toys and anything that he can pull or push or beat people with (such as swim noodles, brooms, mops, etc).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vtmaqfavxBw/Ti8qbZCw4AI/AAAAAAAABjI/7SptOuHidvM/s1600/DSC_0033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vtmaqfavxBw/Ti8qbZCw4AI/AAAAAAAABjI/7SptOuHidvM/s320/DSC_0033.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He is majorly addicted to his paci but I am being lazy and not doing the hard thing and dealing with the emotions and attitudes that come with long term removal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bKEM7fMOHmQ/Ti8rmbnmtyI/AAAAAAAABjM/uhl-A2blK-w/s1600/IMG_0749.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bKEM7fMOHmQ/Ti8rmbnmtyI/AAAAAAAABjM/uhl-A2blK-w/s320/IMG_0749.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He sleeps well at night in his crib and his nap times are easy. I usually lay down in the bed with him, he snuggles up and goes to sleep. Not the best practice but compared to how we rocked, sang, bounced, etc the girls to sleep this is much better. : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-24GS_CFqtC8/Ti8kPQXWZSI/AAAAAAAABik/-rBNxOmxeJA/s1600/IMG_0910.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-24GS_CFqtC8/Ti8kPQXWZSI/AAAAAAAABik/-rBNxOmxeJA/s320/IMG_0910.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*this is soup he dunked his head in, not blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If his sisters are doing something he is bound to be in the mix, working hard to mess it up and bring chaos to a normally quite activity.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7KRKjwjT6cQ/Ti8j8Hej0UI/AAAAAAAABig/XrEUkVFh66o/s1600/IMG_1175.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7KRKjwjT6cQ/Ti8j8Hej0UI/AAAAAAAABig/XrEUkVFh66o/s320/IMG_1175.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He LOVES to eat and I have found few things that he will not devour within seconds. He's known for his food stealing skills and for eating with one foot propped up on his highchair tray. He lost 2 pounds when he was sick last month but in the past 2 weeks he has gained those 2 plus some. Last time weighed him, which was last week, he was weighing about 28 1/2 pounds. *sigh* And I think at it his last dr appointment he was 31 1/2 inches long. Not sure about that though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7pCv9pIPCac/Ti8jjbgqqaI/AAAAAAAABic/oaSmyliFuHo/s1600/IMG_1245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7pCv9pIPCac/Ti8jjbgqqaI/AAAAAAAABic/oaSmyliFuHo/s320/IMG_1245.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All you have to do is look at him and he breaks into a smile. He laughs so easy and enjoys so much. He's a mama's boy and a daddy's little man. He is so attached to Jeremy and it makes my heart melt. I do love to see him love his daddy so much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a3JsUhMH2d0/Ti8jOZF3nYI/AAAAAAAABiY/depwonZbrW4/s1600/IMG_1322.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a3JsUhMH2d0/Ti8jOZF3nYI/AAAAAAAABiY/depwonZbrW4/s320/IMG_1322.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For all his giggles and grins, he has a temper like I have never seen. He can throw some of the ugliest, most sinful fits. I didn't know something so little be so um..... forceful. Mind you, these fits, these "lovely" displays of flesh, do not go unpunished.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And 2 months from today, Little baby #4, also known as Katie (if she/he is indeed a girl) is due.&lt;/b&gt; There is no updated picture or stats. I'll work on that post later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-3642859420734962602?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/3642859420734962602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=3642859420734962602&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/3642859420734962602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/3642859420734962602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/07/16-and-2.html' title='16 and 2'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9gMHfEfH2A/Ti8l6OHUypI/AAAAAAAABjE/1gC4d-X2MSc/s72-c/IMG_9833.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-8382845495124484238</id><published>2011-07-24T17:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T10:27:22.370-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maggie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie'/><title type='text'>Summer Vacation 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V1SHriBcjPc/TiyAQrPBzjI/AAAAAAAABiA/Yx81df4eyuE/s1600/IMG_1430.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V1SHriBcjPc/TiyAQrPBzjI/AAAAAAAABiA/Yx81df4eyuE/s320/IMG_1430.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We were very blessed to be invited on vacation with my parents this year. They rented a 3 story cabin in Sevierville, TN. It worked out really well because Jeremy had to attend a mandatory work "retreat" in Atlanta so the children and I were able to stay on in Sevierville with my parents while work required him to be away. The girls didn't have much understanding of the word 'vacation'. They continually asked for 'vacation' the whole time we were gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--iz7AcCP7B4/Tix-NZrVfRI/AAAAAAAABhk/y2wciSyXLaU/s1600/IMG_1399.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--iz7AcCP7B4/Tix-NZrVfRI/AAAAAAAABhk/y2wciSyXLaU/s320/IMG_1399.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jeremy enjoying his morning quite time and coffee on the screened in deck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-he1JFjJ64fU/Tix-dZvODFI/AAAAAAAABho/nlD3EE3MjQo/s1600/IMG_1403.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Maggie and Emma on the kiddie Ferris wheel&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(they didn't seem to enjoy either ride very much)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y742AXoei18/Tix_AVpW3lI/AAAAAAAABhw/K71BBwH72gc/s1600/IMG_1413.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y742AXoei18/Tix_AVpW3lI/AAAAAAAABhw/K71BBwH72gc/s320/IMG_1413.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Zion getting his free ride on Daddy's shoulders&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lfKreaBJh4s/Tix_VFtg1tI/AAAAAAAABh4/D_UieYqHM4w/s1600/IMG_1414.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lfKreaBJh4s/Tix_VFtg1tI/AAAAAAAABh4/D_UieYqHM4w/s320/IMG_1414.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Emma painting some window ornaments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1WnoNQ8yjFU/Tix_6q6CQLI/AAAAAAAABh8/gXF__WwIFU4/s1600/IMG_1398.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1WnoNQ8yjFU/Tix_6q6CQLI/AAAAAAAABh8/gXF__WwIFU4/s320/IMG_1398.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Zion's favorite toy from the trip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jyxNfmE4mG8/TiyBcECfYRI/AAAAAAAABiQ/Evq1VP1i6as/s1600/IMG_1418.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jyxNfmE4mG8/TiyBcECfYRI/AAAAAAAABiQ/Evq1VP1i6as/s320/IMG_1418.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Baby #4 at 30 weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HI2kXqZfL_A/TiyAsQISnII/AAAAAAAABiI/Hu8AlDdJ5o4/s1600/IMG_1424.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HI2kXqZfL_A/TiyAsQISnII/AAAAAAAABiI/Hu8AlDdJ5o4/s320/IMG_1424.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Emma riding a squirrel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X6Gx9460YvY/TiyBKom67WI/AAAAAAAABiM/07neQlLtRdk/s1600/IMG_1422.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The girls learning to go under water without freaking out : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-8382845495124484238?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/8382845495124484238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=8382845495124484238&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/8382845495124484238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/8382845495124484238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-vacation-2011.html' title='Summer Vacation 2011'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V1SHriBcjPc/TiyAQrPBzjI/AAAAAAAABiA/Yx81df4eyuE/s72-c/IMG_1430.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-6407887956928740674</id><published>2011-07-24T16:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T16:17:17.947-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healthy Living'/><title type='text'>Blueberry Pickin' Let Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a1xkudNUElA/Tix9EeCLoMI/AAAAAAAABhc/sq1fZry6f1M/s1600/IMG_1380.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a1xkudNUElA/Tix9EeCLoMI/AAAAAAAABhc/sq1fZry6f1M/s320/IMG_1380.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the &lt;a href="http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2010/07/blueberry-pickin.html"&gt;3rd year&lt;/a&gt; in a row that we have gone blueberry picking. The other years we went to the house of the owner of a local feed and seed store.&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/-FL6O9bLi6Ks/Tix7uCMNIoI/AAAAAAAABhY/1TeVDVtkyBc/s1600/IMG_1381.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FL6O9bLi6Ks/Tix7uCMNIoI/AAAAAAAABhY/1TeVDVtkyBc/s320/IMG_1381.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were very upset to learn that they not only sold the store but also their home. So we were forced to change picking locations. And what a dissappointment it was.&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/-37PvgGAKa5I/Tix6Gugb_hI/AAAAAAAABhI/YaWV1kXJi94/s1600/IMG_1383.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-37PvgGAKa5I/Tix6Gugb_hI/AAAAAAAABhI/YaWV1kXJi94/s320/IMG_1383.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were hundreds of bushes but unlike what we were used to they were tall, way taller than us. There were no berries on the girls level and most of the ones that were there were above mine and mom's head.&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/--O6cgjkmdqc/Tix7Kz3ydMI/AAAAAAAABhU/9z7eEOOJ1-8/s1600/IMG_1387.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--O6cgjkmdqc/Tix7Kz3ydMI/AAAAAAAABhU/9z7eEOOJ1-8/s320/IMG_1387.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say we didn't spend much time there. We picked about a 1/4 a gallon and left.....and went to Costco and had a hot dog. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-6407887956928740674?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/6407887956928740674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=6407887956928740674&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/6407887956928740674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/6407887956928740674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/07/blueberry-pickin-let-down.html' title='Blueberry Pickin&apos; Let Down'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a1xkudNUElA/Tix9EeCLoMI/AAAAAAAABhc/sq1fZry6f1M/s72-c/IMG_1380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-5649640709287423735</id><published>2011-07-18T20:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T20:43:26.012-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maggie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sewing/Crafting'/><title type='text'>Simple Sewing For Little Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9DVnQMIUaf8/TiTQc2pxJ4I/AAAAAAAABg0/XMAXjUXGlqE/s1600/DSC_0103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9DVnQMIUaf8/TiTQc2pxJ4I/AAAAAAAABg0/XMAXjUXGlqE/s320/DSC_0103.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I mentioned a &lt;a href="http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/07/fourth-of-july-2011.html"&gt;quick impromptu sewing venture&lt;/a&gt; back on the fourth. I found &lt;a href="http://www.skiptomylou.org/2009/05/21/a-little-girls-purse-a-project-for-big-and-little-girls-to-make-together/"&gt;this tutorial&lt;/a&gt; online a while back and thought it would be so cute. It literally took minutes and less than $4 to make&lt;i&gt; both&lt;/i&gt; of the girls a sweet little hand bag.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xgxA2HMQBXg/TiTQ1eYHmvI/AAAAAAAABhE/i1NwjlPNcck/s1600/DSC_0102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xgxA2HMQBXg/TiTQ1eYHmvI/AAAAAAAABhE/i1NwjlPNcck/s320/DSC_0102.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie thought her bag would be best for picking garden veggies. She took it everywhere for entire 24 hours that she had it. On a routine trip to Wal-mart the following day she lost it somewhere in the vastness that is Wal-mart, never to be seen again. : (&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-5649640709287423735?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/5649640709287423735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=5649640709287423735&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/5649640709287423735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/5649640709287423735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/07/simple-sewing-for-little-girls.html' title='Simple Sewing For Little Girls'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9DVnQMIUaf8/TiTQc2pxJ4I/AAAAAAAABg0/XMAXjUXGlqE/s72-c/DSC_0103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-2719359247636397379</id><published>2011-07-15T19:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T19:08:19.729-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><title type='text'>A Blessed Visit with Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eV0JjoT9Hlo/TiCaxipIMwI/AAAAAAAABgk/yKMOsnb2crw/s1600/IMG_1338.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eV0JjoT9Hlo/TiCaxipIMwI/AAAAAAAABgk/yKMOsnb2crw/s320/IMG_1338.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We, as in myself, my mom, and the three little ones, were very blessed to be able to spend a few days this week with &lt;a href="http://littlearrows.blogspot.com/"&gt;Laura and her sweet 6 (soon to be 7) children&lt;/a&gt;. It was a blessed time of good food and great fellowship! Sadly I didn't spend too much time taking pictures.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H3qyytNF0NI/TiCZZT-1McI/AAAAAAAABgI/UMUosZItGDk/s1600/IMG_1329.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H3qyytNF0NI/TiCZZT-1McI/AAAAAAAABgI/UMUosZItGDk/s320/IMG_1329.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Queen Esther and King Zion - crowns compliments of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Esther&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mLKNWG0I-eg/TiCajHmeoaI/AAAAAAAABgc/6R-JB_PFqiw/s1600/IMG_1339.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mLKNWG0I-eg/TiCajHmeoaI/AAAAAAAABgc/6R-JB_PFqiw/s320/IMG_1339.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet Baby Joseph&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VTry-poNemY/TiCaPpm3MkI/AAAAAAAABgY/JJ0aiTH9ogI/s1600/IMG_1348.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VTry-poNemY/TiCaPpm3MkI/AAAAAAAABgY/JJ0aiTH9ogI/s320/IMG_1348.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nana and Esther&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sTkDbzgpuLE/TiCbNU5zcvI/AAAAAAAABgs/8xLdPVBSeYI/s1600/IMG_1335.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sTkDbzgpuLE/TiCbNU5zcvI/AAAAAAAABgs/8xLdPVBSeYI/s320/IMG_1335.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A little water fun for Maggie, Abigail, and Emma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PKh1V-ButzU/TiCbELtHilI/AAAAAAAABgo/MIGeljVkX4g/s1600/IMG_1368.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PKh1V-ButzU/TiCbELtHilI/AAAAAAAABgo/MIGeljVkX4g/s320/IMG_1368.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Attempting Duck, Duck, Goose with several who didn't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;how to play - it was too funny for words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gaXb8Oxr1JE/TiCbhB1DOsI/AAAAAAAABgw/m_zxLZaPvWw/s1600/IMG_1361.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gaXb8Oxr1JE/TiCbhB1DOsI/AAAAAAAABgw/m_zxLZaPvWw/s320/IMG_1361.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A picture of all 9, age 7 and under&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/hrjnOkOPOYI/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hrjnOkOPOYI?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hrjnOkOPOYI?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And a short video clip of why that was the best picture I&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;could get of all 9 : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-2719359247636397379?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/2719359247636397379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=2719359247636397379&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/2719359247636397379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/2719359247636397379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/07/blessed-visit-with-friends.html' title='A Blessed Visit with Friends'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eV0JjoT9Hlo/TiCaxipIMwI/AAAAAAAABgk/yKMOsnb2crw/s72-c/IMG_1338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-3758048350748314401</id><published>2011-07-08T19:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T20:08:06.778-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Godly Growing'/><title type='text'>Things to Work On</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GuHqzZy_azc/ThebzfSYDwI/AAAAAAAABgA/tR5amUKbr9c/s1600/DSC_0019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GuHqzZy_azc/ThebzfSYDwI/AAAAAAAABgA/tR5amUKbr9c/s320/DSC_0019.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I seem to always have a running list of things that I need to work on. There are some deep spiritual things, of course, (there always will be) but then there is the more shallow daily functioning things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;b&gt;Breakfast&lt;/b&gt; - Our breakfast is the short order style. Everyone wakes up at a different time. Jeremy wakes up between 5:30 and 6. He makes his own cinnamon sugar toast and eats it while he studies the Word. I usually wake up around 6:30 and fix my strawberry jam toast and start Zion's oatmeal on the stove. When the girls get up, (Emma around 6:40 and Maggie around 7), I let them pick either toast, grits, or oatmeal. I want to change this to a more structured, &lt;i&gt;balanced&lt;/i&gt; breakfast where we sit down together and eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;b&gt;A (good) morning routine&lt;/b&gt; - Right now there is no good flow. I have to direct everyone to the next step and there is no consistency.&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/-7nSqm5K7Tuw/TheX_BObaNI/AAAAAAAABf0/TeJeFzfJ5Tk/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7nSqm5K7Tuw/TheX_BObaNI/AAAAAAAABf0/TeJeFzfJ5Tk/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;b&gt;Routine snack times&lt;/b&gt; - I wish we didn't snack but everyone here is used to having a mid morning and mid afternoon snack. I am thinking about cutting out the morning snack (if I start making a good balanced breakfast) and just having a mid afternoon snack. We eat lunch early, 11AM, and dinner around 6PM so there is a big gap there. But right now we seem to be (healthy) snacking much too often during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;b&gt; Less Pacifier Usage&lt;/b&gt; - Zion is my first paci baby and I way over use his pacifier. He is majorly addicted to it and it's comfort. I've got to wean it down to just naps and then night and then do away with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;b&gt;Naps&lt;/b&gt; - Work on getting Zion down to one afternoon nap and then get his and Emma's naps synchronized.&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/-nEgAONnt9oo/TheYzNk945I/AAAAAAAABf8/sDHFWP-YPRs/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nEgAONnt9oo/TheYzNk945I/AAAAAAAABf8/sDHFWP-YPRs/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;b&gt;Freezer Meals&lt;/b&gt; - I need to keep a couple of easy meals in the freezer in order to keep us from that last minute eating out. I'm all for eating out but I prefer for it to be planned rather than spontaneous due to my bad planning or unforeseen circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;b&gt;Daily Routine &lt;/b&gt;- While I am not looking for a schedule I do feel that we might benefit from a more structured day. We are often doing something in cahoots with Nana so our days are often more fly by the seat of our pants. : ) This works out pretty well during this season of life but there are some changes round the bend, and that bend is about 11 or so weeks away. Of course I always think a new baby/another child is going to change that but somehow the wee one just fits in with whatever is already going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* And I might want to work on knowing the whereabouts of my (current) baby. He seems to think he's the next family blogger. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-3758048350748314401?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/3758048350748314401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=3758048350748314401&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/3758048350748314401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/3758048350748314401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/07/things-to-work-on.html' title='Things to Work On'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GuHqzZy_azc/ThebzfSYDwI/AAAAAAAABgA/tR5amUKbr9c/s72-c/DSC_0019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-5265678118174210531</id><published>2011-07-06T07:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T07:03:28.326-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Godly Growing'/><title type='text'>A Parenting Must Read</title><content type='html'>I've told you before that you need to go to &lt;a href="http://growingupgodskids.blogspot.com/"&gt;Leading Little Hearts Home&lt;/a&gt;. If you aren't a follower of her blog then you probably haven't read this post yet, &lt;a href="http://growingupgodskids.blogspot.com/2011/06/parenting-easy-way.html"&gt;Parenting - The Easy Wa&lt;/a&gt;y. I highly recommend reading it,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;now&lt;/i&gt;. It's a great encouragement and refocus post. Go there, &lt;i&gt;now&lt;/i&gt; and have a blessed parenting in the Lord day. : ) I'm off to get ready for my 28 week appointment and 1 hour glucose test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-5265678118174210531?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/5265678118174210531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=5265678118174210531&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/5265678118174210531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/5265678118174210531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/07/parenting-must-read.html' title='A Parenting Must Read'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-5225400847277714751</id><published>2011-07-05T08:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T08:41:00.763-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maggie'/><title type='text'>Fourth of July 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oriYo5TaIGo/ThJbnygxcnI/AAAAAAAABe8/Nq4omU1f8fU/s1600/DSC_0085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oriYo5TaIGo/ThJbnygxcnI/AAAAAAAABe8/Nq4omU1f8fU/s320/DSC_0085.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We enjoyed the Fourth over at my parents' house. It was a great&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;relaxing day of fellowship and food.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kpVuu8ANd5o/ThJcNoo3ECI/AAAAAAAABfQ/DwHcP2kG_B8/s1600/DSC_0071.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kpVuu8ANd5o/ThJcNoo3ECI/AAAAAAAABfQ/DwHcP2kG_B8/s320/DSC_0071.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Instead of doing a lunch we opted to do a dinner cook out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;which gave us the majority of the day to prepare, which is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;really handy when you have lots of slow little hands in the kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S4EOtkz9jSo/ThJb69bKU_I/AAAAAAAABfA/hQcpGFmfdVw/s1600/DSC_0081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S4EOtkz9jSo/ThJb69bKU_I/AAAAAAAABfA/hQcpGFmfdVw/s320/DSC_0081.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had a feast of ribs, scalloped potatoes on the grill, corn on the cob,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;deviled eggs, Romaine and Broccoli salad, and rolls.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7__FjCrjU_M/ThJdMeGZ7gI/AAAAAAAABfY/LE5RRwr6ITc/s1600/DSC_0076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7__FjCrjU_M/ThJdMeGZ7gI/AAAAAAAABfY/LE5RRwr6ITc/s320/DSC_0076.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our festive dessert was a Berry Trifle. Yummy and yum!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It is always great to work along side mom and kiddos in the kitchen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ieip9oQ5RL0/ThJdn2jpHHI/AAAAAAAABfs/ansTzApfr6s/s1600/DSC_0084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ieip9oQ5RL0/ThJdn2jpHHI/AAAAAAAABfs/ansTzApfr6s/s320/DSC_0084.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;While not cooking the day was spent doing sticker books with the girls,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;working on a quick and impromptu sewing project, napping, and little&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;North and South viewing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fVkfdOXxeeQ/ThJcr-59lgI/AAAAAAAABfU/CmHMK6uDLvk/s1600/DSC_0091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fVkfdOXxeeQ/ThJcr-59lgI/AAAAAAAABfU/CmHMK6uDLvk/s320/DSC_0091.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After dinner and kiddos baths, we went outside where&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Baby Chubby had already helped himself to the first ride in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;swing. A little green bean and squash picking and it was time to head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;home for a good night's rest. What a blessed and restful Fourth it was.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-5225400847277714751?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/5225400847277714751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=5225400847277714751&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/5225400847277714751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/5225400847277714751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/07/fourth-of-july-2011.html' title='Fourth of July 2011'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oriYo5TaIGo/ThJbnygxcnI/AAAAAAAABe8/Nq4omU1f8fU/s72-c/DSC_0085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-6928405591421075325</id><published>2011-07-04T20:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T20:46:22.791-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maggie'/><title type='text'>Pre-Fourth Fireworks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uPQ2UY0jcyA/ThJYwey3szI/AAAAAAAABeo/pMcWFHGb-JE/s1600/DSC_0038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uPQ2UY0jcyA/ThJYwey3szI/AAAAAAAABeo/pMcWFHGb-JE/s320/DSC_0038.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We did our Fourth of July fireworks show on Saturday night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1b1IDXZCbxA/ThJWz6I9ycI/AAAAAAAABeI/UNlFq5sP0FQ/s1600/DSC_0026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1b1IDXZCbxA/ThJWz6I9ycI/AAAAAAAABeI/UNlFq5sP0FQ/s320/DSC_0026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was the first time Maggie had seen fireworks since the week Emma was born.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UMxC1zZBBK8/ThJV2x0g8bI/AAAAAAAABd4/Boat9eHcqAA/s1600/DSC_0014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UMxC1zZBBK8/ThJV2x0g8bI/AAAAAAAABd4/Boat9eHcqAA/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Poor Emma had never seen them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_m3rkp_Cv_Q/ThJYVdAOiyI/AAAAAAAABek/9FV_0SlPe58/s1600/DSC_0030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_m3rkp_Cv_Q/ThJYVdAOiyI/AAAAAAAABek/9FV_0SlPe58/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And now Zion remains in the dark about the joy of fire in the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6xXOcJglJ1Q/ThJYC7XJIAI/AAAAAAAABeg/It6fbDCGEf8/s1600/DSC_0040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6xXOcJglJ1Q/ThJYC7XJIAI/AAAAAAAABeg/It6fbDCGEf8/s320/DSC_0040.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Since &lt;i&gt;somehow&lt;/i&gt; he managed to not only sleep through the fireworks but&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;also the squealing of little girls.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-6928405591421075325?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/6928405591421075325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=6928405591421075325&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/6928405591421075325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/6928405591421075325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/07/pre-fourth-fireworks.html' title='Pre-Fourth Fireworks'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uPQ2UY0jcyA/ThJYwey3szI/AAAAAAAABeo/pMcWFHGb-JE/s72-c/DSC_0038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-8256680195166527205</id><published>2011-07-03T09:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T09:44:57.310-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The Child Who Needs Bubble Wrap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t7kDJ_YKIc8/ThBtdAZ-95I/AAAAAAAABd0/LjQ3QROKC_0/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t7kDJ_YKIc8/ThBtdAZ-95I/AAAAAAAABd0/LjQ3QROKC_0/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else have one of these? The child who needs to be contained in bubble wrap? Emma is "suffering" with her third freak injury. The first time she hurt her foot (at about 18 months old) by jumping off the couch and landing wrong on her ankle. It happened on a Friday, too late to go the Doctor. So for the entire weekend she couldn't walk. It was fine as long as she didn't try to use it. When she did it would just crumple under her. &amp;nbsp;I took her to the doctor on Monday and he found nothing wrong with it and by noon she was able to walk lightly on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident #2 was last summer. Maggie and Emma were strapped in their car seats playing in the car with Nana while I ran into Aldi for a second. I came out to find Emma screaming in pain. Maggie had pulled on her arm and hurt her wrist. After almost an hour of inconsolable screaming and crying I took her to the walk in clinic. They did an x-ray and didn't "think" it was broken. We took her home and held her in a position which allowed her hand to not hurt as bad. About bedtime she forgot the pain, or fear, and started clapping (mocking Maggie). That was the end of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incident #3 was Friday afternoon. Maggie pulled Emma up the little tykes slide and hurt her elbow. So from Friday afternoon until the present Emma has been unable to move her right arm without pain. I was hoping when she went to bed Friday night she would forget that it hurt and move it normal in her sleep. Nope. &amp;nbsp;She kept that one arm in the exact same position that I laid it in when I put her bed, despite crying and moaning in her sleep. Saturday was no better, lots of screaming when it was moved. It does seem to be a little better today. There's not been so much screaming and crying but all she does is sit on the coach with her arm on a pillow. We occasionally put ice on it when it seems to be it too much pain and I'm giving her Ibuprofen on and off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping and praying that this is just another one of the those "freak" Emma pains. The Dr office is of course closed tomorrow and I have my prenatal appointment Tuesday morning (hello sugar drink) so it won't be until later Tuesday or first thing Wednesday that I would take her anyway. But she is for the most part comfortable on the couch so we are doing the "wait and see".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, someone tell me that there always seems to be something of this nature going on at your house! I only have 3 children and it seems that someone is always sick or hurt or something!!!! How do you do it? How do you keep your large families healthy and safe? Seriously what preventive measures do you take?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-8256680195166527205?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/8256680195166527205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=8256680195166527205&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/8256680195166527205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/8256680195166527205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/07/child-who-needs-bubble-wrap.html' title='The Child Who Needs Bubble Wrap'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t7kDJ_YKIc8/ThBtdAZ-95I/AAAAAAAABd0/LjQ3QROKC_0/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-1986957234030358944</id><published>2011-07-02T11:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T11:56:19.649-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><title type='text'>World's Longest Lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nAtfxKcmNdk/Tg8-vs5nF3I/AAAAAAAABdw/-EQT_ET96iU/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nAtfxKcmNdk/Tg8-vs5nF3I/AAAAAAAABdw/-EQT_ET96iU/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Corn, Green Beans, and Rice&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Qu0zEO3Kr0/Tg8-dxscABI/AAAAAAAABds/tEDMdbFfw7k/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Qu0zEO3Kr0/Tg8-dxscABI/AAAAAAAABds/tEDMdbFfw7k/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One little bitty piece at a time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_LzejncU7d8/Tg8-EJ0iKMI/AAAAAAAABdk/Xfzt-hwfs3s/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_LzejncU7d8/Tg8-EJ0iKMI/AAAAAAAABdk/Xfzt-hwfs3s/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And surprisingly very little on the floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-1986957234030358944?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/1986957234030358944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=1986957234030358944&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/1986957234030358944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/1986957234030358944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/07/worlds-longest-lunch.html' title='World&apos;s Longest Lunch'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nAtfxKcmNdk/Tg8-vs5nF3I/AAAAAAAABdw/-EQT_ET96iU/s72-c/DSC_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-7562412704274937555</id><published>2011-07-01T13:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T13:29:06.272-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saving/Spending'/><title type='text'>Warehouse Shopping Update</title><content type='html'>As I said yesterday my mom, the children, and I went to &lt;a href="http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/06/asking-you-warehouse-shoppers.html"&gt;Costco to price check&lt;/a&gt;. This morning my mom and dad kept the 3 little ones while I made price check rounds to Sams, Wal-mart, and Aldi. In almost every single instance the warehouse prices won out over Aldi and Wal-mart. Some of the savings are crazy! For the most part Sams won out over Costco. In most cases not by but a few cents except for shredded cheese and frozen chicken. I am wondering if my pricing is right because in both of those cases the savings difference is substantial. Sams has fewer organic products than Costco. Even with that said we plan to join Costco. The gas price and the sales tax savings (since it's across state lines) should make up for the price&amp;nbsp;differences but it also has better health choices which is a plus too. Just wanted to let you know the differences in the prices in case you ever wondered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-7562412704274937555?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/7562412704274937555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=7562412704274937555&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/7562412704274937555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/7562412704274937555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/07/warehouse-shopping-update.html' title='Warehouse Shopping Update'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-2122735143892257696</id><published>2011-06-30T14:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T14:39:56.021-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saving/Spending'/><title type='text'>Small Like New Fuzzi Bunz For Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HtDhmx6bSDI/Tgy_xmjofyI/AAAAAAAABdM/HuR5wN1CRyQ/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HtDhmx6bSDI/Tgy_xmjofyI/AAAAAAAABdM/HuR5wN1CRyQ/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 12 like new white Fuzzi Bunz cloth diapers and 12 liners/inserts for sale. They are not the new style one size diapers. I bought them when pregnant with Emma but didn't use them but a time or two. Some of them I don't think have ever been used. The diapers as well as the liners appear to all be stain free. All snaps and elastic are perfect shape. I am asking $9 a piece (plus shipping) &amp;nbsp;or $96 for all (plus shipping which is I don't know what). : ) If you are interested you can comment or send me an email jeremyandem at gmail dot com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-2122735143892257696?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/2122735143892257696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=2122735143892257696&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/2122735143892257696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/2122735143892257696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/06/small-like-new-fuzzi-bunz-for-sale.html' title='Small Like New Fuzzi Bunz For Sale'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HtDhmx6bSDI/Tgy_xmjofyI/AAAAAAAABdM/HuR5wN1CRyQ/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-2467122218133708034</id><published>2011-06-30T14:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T14:02:35.641-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deal Sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saving/Spending'/><title type='text'>Asking You Warehouse Shoppers</title><content type='html'>My mom and I are probably going to get a membership to Costco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked through the store today and took note of a lot of the prices. Some of the prices seemed high, some the same, and some better. There is a convenience factor that weighs in as well. Cosco is a good 20 minutes from our house but it is across the state line which means food sales tax is almost 5% CHEAPER. Plus their gas is about 7 cents cheaper than it is near our house. Plus it would nice to get out less with the children. Plus the buggies hold 2 children so if mom and I both get a buggy then all children, including the new one could ride which means faster shopping. Plus they have really great hot dogs for cheap (super healthy, I know I know)! &amp;nbsp;: ) But my budget would still be the same, which is very little. Right now I shop at Aldi and Wal-mart once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am curious what you think about Costo or Sam's? Do you have a membership? Do you think it's frugal? What items do you purchase there and what do you still buy at the grocery store? How often do you go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-2467122218133708034?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/2467122218133708034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=2467122218133708034&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/2467122218133708034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/2467122218133708034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/06/asking-you-warehouse-shoppers.html' title='Asking You Warehouse Shoppers'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-4888989267858437344</id><published>2011-06-29T16:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T16:02:32.311-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maggie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healthy Living'/><title type='text'>Dental Check-Ups</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wZjC-dCLtNY/TgtzG46EXWI/AAAAAAAABdI/Gu1sX1Qe2bc/s1600/IMG_1312.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wZjC-dCLtNY/TgtzG46EXWI/AAAAAAAABdI/Gu1sX1Qe2bc/s320/IMG_1312.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been well over a year since Maggie had her &lt;a href="http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2010_03_01_archive.html"&gt;dental work&lt;/a&gt; last year. We haven't tried to have her teeth cleaned since just a conversation mentioning the dentist sent her into explaining how she didn't need to go to the dentist. Normally things aren't child-led (except potty training &amp;amp; breastfeeding, to a point) at our house but in this instance we felt it was best in the long run to take it easy. We don't want her to be traumatized at each dental visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XqthozCLCMU/TgtyqFsYzVI/AAAAAAAABdE/oCtAsndk3HI/s1600/IMG_1314.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XqthozCLCMU/TgtyqFsYzVI/AAAAAAAABdE/oCtAsndk3HI/s320/IMG_1314.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We actually took Maggie to the health department dentist because we only wanted them to look at her mouth and see if there were any cavities (and it was WAY cheaper). We decided it would be a good thing to just have her get used to someone (other than us) looking into her mouth. It went fairly well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qkD3PW-Ecas/TgtyOYpik7I/AAAAAAAABc4/AjkJhBKqEdc/s1600/IMG_1306.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qkD3PW-Ecas/TgtyOYpik7I/AAAAAAAABc4/AjkJhBKqEdc/s320/IMG_1306.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;For Emma I just scheduled an evaluation, since she is only 3 and we weren't sure how she would do. Jeremy took her and Maggie, so Maggie would have some more exposure to a dentist. This time it was Maggie's previous dentist. The health department doesn't see them until they are 4. Much to my surprise they were able to evaluate &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; clean Emma's teeth. I am so excited. Jeremy said she did very well. Woo-hoo. Both girls got little gifts for doing so well. Maggie got Thomas the Train UNO cards and Emma got Old Maid cards. : ) &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But the best part is that neither of them have any cavities or concerns. Praise the Lord. I was not looking forward to more dental trauma while in late pregnancy!!!! Of course we still have to see about getting Maggie's cleaned. One thing at a time, right? : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-4888989267858437344?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/4888989267858437344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=4888989267858437344&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/4888989267858437344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/4888989267858437344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/06/dental-check-ups.html' title='Dental Check-Ups'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wZjC-dCLtNY/TgtzG46EXWI/AAAAAAAABdI/Gu1sX1Qe2bc/s72-c/IMG_1312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-3289638785716737615</id><published>2011-06-28T16:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T16:11:58.643-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><title type='text'>Possibly the Worst 3rd Birthday Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YsAuEo3xjX8/TgoueHOL-_I/AAAAAAAABcg/4KhIPOBxt4k/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YsAuEo3xjX8/TgoueHOL-_I/AAAAAAAABcg/4KhIPOBxt4k/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm sure it's not the worst ever 3rd birthday but it's certainly been the worst to us. We asked Emma what she wanted to do for her birthday and she wanted to take a picnic to the water steps. When we woke up this morning it was dark and raining.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6uP5jF52Khg/Tgou5Jft0sI/AAAAAAAABck/QDnUs-mQc6A/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6uP5jF52Khg/Tgou5Jft0sI/AAAAAAAABck/QDnUs-mQc6A/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Instead of the planned fun day we decided to take Zion to the doctor. After 3 kiddos having diarhea for 3 weeks we decided it was time to have at least Zion checked out. He's lost 2 pounds and has had several bouts of vomiting along with his diarrhea. In my defense I called and talked to the Dr last week and he said it would run it's course.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pRoP5uU9J3k/TgovWsVjDrI/AAAAAAAABco/Wo-OQNzNrYQ/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pRoP5uU9J3k/TgovWsVjDrI/AAAAAAAABco/Wo-OQNzNrYQ/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So we loaded up around 9AM (and took Nana with us) and headed to the Dr. We did get a treat of sausage and biscuits to eat on the way. The Dr drew blood which he will send off but that will take weeks since it has to go to a lap in California to be tested for the things he wants tested. He is concerned that Zion's stomach is still so large and despite his weight loss and poor appetite. We actually are the ones that mentioned it to him. He still looks like he has a bowling ball in his stomach even though the rest of his body has visibly lost weight.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Iw5o6yCaaTg/Tgov1j5fw5I/AAAAAAAABcw/zZaj3e1AGO0/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Iw5o6yCaaTg/Tgov1j5fw5I/AAAAAAAABcw/zZaj3e1AGO0/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The Doctor wanted stool samples of all the children but that office was out of kits so they sent us to the their sister office which is about a 40 minute drive from our home, about 20 minutes from where were. So we had promised Emma we would take her to McDonalds to play on the playground for her birthday since our other plans were spoiled. So we go to the closest McDonalds only to kind it overran with lots of people and rude big kids on the indoor playground. So we ate a quick lunch and loaded up again to head across the state line to the other Dr office.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msJ0yGyF1yo/TgowPXrffxI/AAAAAAAABc0/cLAaAjvAAz0/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-msJ0yGyF1yo/TgowPXrffxI/AAAAAAAABc0/cLAaAjvAAz0/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Emma and Zion took naps in the car while we did the driving. When she woke up we ran into Dollar Tree and let her pick out a treat. Normally it would have been an ice cream cone but they are not allowed to have dairy due to the stomach problems. So she got her treat and we went to another McDonald's playground. Once again it was being controlled by loud older kids who were screaming and yelling. After getting our hysterical birthday girl out of the tunnels we left. So we took her to Wal-Mart and let her pick out an approved video. While parking the car we got a call from the termite people saying they had been at our house since 1 for our appointment and wondered if we would be there soon. (It was almost 3). Somehow in the chaos I never got the message that they were even coming today. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-UMMZr4rqY/TgouEB9h1FI/AAAAAAAABcY/2lpWWbD0PJw/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o-UMMZr4rqY/TgouEB9h1FI/AAAAAAAABcY/2lpWWbD0PJw/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So we came home, popped in the video, and flopped down on the couch. I'm not sure when we are gonna get up. : ) Needless to say, it's been an crazy day, running to and fro, which I hate. I do ask for your prayers that the kiddos will be healed and if it doesn't go away quickly, that they will find out what is wrong with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*All photos are from my attempt at getting a final (bedtime) picture of her at age 2. She was being quite silly and uncooperative, typical Emma Grace. : )&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-3289638785716737615?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/3289638785716737615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=3289638785716737615&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/3289638785716737615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/3289638785716737615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/06/possibly-worst-3rd-birthday-ever.html' title='Possibly the Worst 3rd Birthday Ever'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YsAuEo3xjX8/TgoueHOL-_I/AAAAAAAABcg/4KhIPOBxt4k/s72-c/DSC_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-1471414481177360517</id><published>2011-06-26T15:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T15:04:59.073-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><title type='text'>A Celebration of 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s8bCAcaKWNc/Tgd7RZfkw-I/AAAAAAAABbg/KQLxprSXHp8/s1600/DSC_0070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s8bCAcaKWNc/Tgd7RZfkw-I/AAAAAAAABbg/KQLxprSXHp8/s320/DSC_0070.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She's not quite 3 but come Tuesday she will be. Today was the day to celebrate not only Emma's 3rd birthday but also our joining of the church and Jeremy's baptism. God is good and it feels so good to be in line with His plan regarding the church body and baptism.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_JY6RO-iXao/Tgd6_RW8SwI/AAAAAAAABbc/dVsuqxAOqUo/s1600/DSC_0063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_JY6RO-iXao/Tgd6_RW8SwI/AAAAAAAABbc/dVsuqxAOqUo/s320/DSC_0063.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;My "great" plan this time was to make simple cupcakes look like ice cream on cones. After searching the Internet I found an easy simple video. It of course wasn't as easy or as quick as it looked. : ) The girls loved helping and we had a good time. That's what matters.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/-vlwrx1UqIzo/Tgd-OxrHsmI/AAAAAAAABcE/QWiHm_kjMaM/s1600/DSC_0014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vlwrx1UqIzo/Tgd-OxrHsmI/AAAAAAAABcE/QWiHm_kjMaM/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A few presents were in order. I find it such a challenge at each birthday to buy items that are not just toys, or self serving, or things they don't need but yet things that they will enjoy, use frequently, and be profitable to the family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ctLLnyPzxY/Tgd8uU5leRI/AAAAAAAABb0/YcF__PWiDZU/s1600/DSC_0038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0ctLLnyPzxY/Tgd8uU5leRI/AAAAAAAABb0/YcF__PWiDZU/s320/DSC_0038.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Both the girls enjoyed the opening of the gifts. Emma kept saying over and over, "I'm so excidy (excited)".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rjEBdaNw6ds/Tgd8U9QWmsI/AAAAAAAABbw/QUHQlNup9cA/s1600/DSC_0093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rjEBdaNw6ds/Tgd8U9QWmsI/AAAAAAAABbw/QUHQlNup9cA/s320/DSC_0093.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We settled on a Gone Fishing Game, new coloring books, an easy puzzle, new PJ's,&lt;a href="http://shop.songsforsaplings.com/product.sc;jsessionid=3A52A6602B9216B160444A5CDFB9E0F8.qscstrfrnt02?productId=5&amp;amp;categoryId=1"&gt; Question with Answers CD&lt;/a&gt;s (similar to the First Catechisms), and a bubble blower.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4pyknnpGnc/Tgd730M44nI/AAAAAAAABbs/1ve_SjJwohk/s1600/DSC_0098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4pyknnpGnc/Tgd730M44nI/AAAAAAAABbs/1ve_SjJwohk/s320/DSC_0098.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was a great day after a really rough 3 weeks of sick babies and LOTS of laundry from sickness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IyegvQl4Wqk/Tgd7ibWbOpI/AAAAAAAABbk/Op5d97wiXR4/s1600/DSC_0089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IyegvQl4Wqk/Tgd7ibWbOpI/AAAAAAAABbk/Op5d97wiXR4/s320/DSC_0089.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mama and baby #4 really enjoyed the cake and ice cream. Although I'm pretty sure we over did the sugar, seeing as how the sugar crash has set in.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o6092Fr1E/Tgd90soszpI/AAAAAAAABcA/HMmWMQl1Fpg/s1600/DSC_0024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l-o6092Fr1E/Tgd90soszpI/AAAAAAAABcA/HMmWMQl1Fpg/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This little red head brings us so much joy and excitement (and sanctification). I thank God for allowing us the pleasure of loving her and training her. May we always rise to the calling of raising her in righteousness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-1471414481177360517?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/1471414481177360517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=1471414481177360517&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/1471414481177360517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/1471414481177360517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/06/celebration-of-3.html' title='A Celebration of 3'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s8bCAcaKWNc/Tgd7RZfkw-I/AAAAAAAABbg/KQLxprSXHp8/s72-c/DSC_0070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-2240106893145865054</id><published>2011-06-24T17:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T17:01:32.798-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home Educating'/><title type='text'>MFW : An Early Review</title><content type='html'>For fear of giving &lt;a href="http://www.mfwbooks.com/"&gt;My Father's World&lt;/a&gt; a bad name I must defend them in my &lt;a href="http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/06/finding-our-way-in-homeschool.html"&gt;previous statement&lt;/a&gt;. There is nothing wrong with the &lt;a href="http://www.mfwbooks.com/products/M50/20/0/0/1"&gt;Kindergarten curriculum&lt;/a&gt;. It however, is not a good fit for Maggie. Part of the reason I chose this particular curriculum was because all the "subjects" were integrated together. That's the part that is not working. It is basically impossible to move faster than it is laid out. All the workbook pages are front and back so you can't move ahead in Math and go slower in Phonics, if you wanted. I have also found that I desire more Math skills than what they teach. Maggie is weeks ahead in the Math and phonics. I have yet decided what exactly to do about this. A lot of the science activities we are skipping either for costs reasons or just because that isn't our focus this year. Our main focus for kindergarten is Bible/character, Math, Phonics/reading, and handwriting (the only thing not going so well so far). : ) Had I know that this is what we desired to focus on I would have chosen a different curriculum approach. You live and you learn right? It's our first year, what can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am considering just "playing" around with it this summer and maybe doing something different after the baby comes or around Christmas. I am just not sure. We've already invested the money in this and are not sure we want to sell it since it might work well for another child down the road. Even before this discovery we had already decided to go with a different approach/curriculum next year. I love being under my husband's guidance and steady hand. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-2240106893145865054?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/2240106893145865054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=2240106893145865054&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/2240106893145865054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/2240106893145865054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/06/mfw-early-review.html' title='MFW : An Early Review'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-2267020738312698719</id><published>2011-06-23T09:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T10:49:35.397-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maggie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home Educating'/><title type='text'>Finding Our Way in Homeschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iEX1dnWMEZs/TgNRwhwpnnI/AAAAAAAABaw/dmSDL7Ei1bA/s1600/IMG_1113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iEX1dnWMEZs/TgNRwhwpnnI/AAAAAAAABaw/dmSDL7Ei1bA/s320/IMG_1113.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we've been homeschooling consistently (a huge downfall of my mine) for about 4 weeks. We've added some elements, removed some elements, debating some other elements. In other words it's not necessarily going to be the same in a few weeks. We are using MFW's Kindergarten curriculum, or at least some of it, with some other things added in. I can't say I'm all together happy with the MFW curriculum but more on that later. We have a different time where I do some work with both girls (including Bible) &amp;nbsp;but this is about Maggie's school time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now here is what our homeschooling time looks like on a (mostly) daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing Songs - ABC, &lt;a href="http://www.hubbardscupboard.org/Joyful_Heart_Character_Seven_Days_Song_Sheet.PDF"&gt;7 Days&lt;/a&gt;, and&lt;a href="http://www.hubbardscupboard.org/Joyful_Heart_Character_Twelve_Months_Song_Sheet.PDF"&gt; 12 Months&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Character Work - &lt;a href="http://www.hubbardscupboard.org/character_activities.html#CharacterTraitTuneCharts"&gt;using this online resource for now&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calendar - MFW (&lt;a href="http://www.hubbardscupboard.org/Joyful_Heart_Character_Blank_Calendar_Sheet.PDF"&gt;online here&lt;/a&gt;) &amp;nbsp;reinforce colors, shapes, and patterns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jmeacham.com/docs/calendar/binder/weather.graph.pdf"&gt;Weather Graph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math/100 Chart - MFW (can also be found &lt;a href="http://www.hubbardscupboard.org/Joyful_Heart_Character_100_Chart.PDF"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) *also supplementing with some $1 workbooks from&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Target&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phonic Work - MFW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handwriting - MFW plus &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://donnayoung.org/f11/penmanship-f/handwrtg/horzk-1.pdf"&gt;lined sheets&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://twistynoodle.com/worksheets/letters-numbers-and-school-fun/"&gt;extra "fun" practice sheets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science Activity - MFW (we don't do this daily)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are several other things that I want to implement in the future. Reading aloud is one. I know how important it is. We have started numerous books but have never been consistent in finishing them before they are due back at the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie loves to draw, so for her birthday, Lord willing, we plan to buy her an elementary art teaching book. Any recommendations? &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1970987961"&gt;Veritas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.veritaspress.com/products.asp?dept=1004"&gt; Press&lt;/a&gt; has several to choose from and I am sure there are dozens more out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-2267020738312698719?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/2267020738312698719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=2267020738312698719&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/2267020738312698719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/2267020738312698719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/06/finding-our-way-in-homeschool.html' title='Finding Our Way in Homeschool'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iEX1dnWMEZs/TgNRwhwpnnI/AAAAAAAABaw/dmSDL7Ei1bA/s72-c/IMG_1113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-2967353875446770724</id><published>2011-06-22T14:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T10:27:22.371-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing Life/Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asking/Sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie'/><title type='text'>Calling Pregnant (or previously) Mamas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg5MfJVPZug/TgI4niCF1EI/AAAAAAAABao/tjmLhz-KPcQ/s1600/IMG_1248.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg5MfJVPZug/TgI4niCF1EI/AAAAAAAABao/tjmLhz-KPcQ/s320/IMG_1248.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know I am afflicted with varicose veins this time around. As I recently told someone, when I was pregnant with my first child my biggest fear was stretch marks. Now pregnant with #4 in less than 5 years I don't have a single stretch mark. But I would trade a number of my ailments for those previously dreaded stretch marks. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to "talk" with any of you that have or have had varicose veins. I would love to know how to handled them and if you found a way to "help" them, especially along the lines of natural "stuff". Please email me at jeremyandem (at) gmail (dot) com if you are willing to share with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every blessing,&lt;br /&gt;Emily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-2967353875446770724?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/2967353875446770724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=2967353875446770724&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/2967353875446770724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/2967353875446770724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/06/calling-pregnant-or-previously-mamas.html' title='Calling Pregnant (or previously) Mamas'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sg5MfJVPZug/TgI4niCF1EI/AAAAAAAABao/tjmLhz-KPcQ/s72-c/IMG_1248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-4572625340009677826</id><published>2011-06-22T10:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T10:02:08.748-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><title type='text'>For My Memory's Sake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rFGXe2WF21I/TgDvq3QzzGI/AAAAAAAABak/CcmOowc1Wp8/s1600/IMG_1263.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rFGXe2WF21I/TgDvq3QzzGI/AAAAAAAABak/CcmOowc1Wp8/s320/IMG_1263.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our days have been full to overflowing. We've been enjoying some time outside in various forms of water play, some at home, some at local parks and such.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7SATuTzlS8/TgDu0Y7IktI/AAAAAAAABaY/aybB3ZPF-Xg/s1600/IMG_1274.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q7SATuTzlS8/TgDu0Y7IktI/AAAAAAAABaY/aybB3ZPF-Xg/s320/IMG_1274.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We are very excited to be new members at a sort of local reformed PCA church where we have been attending since last August. After church hunting for almost 4 years we have found a place we feel the Lord wants us; a place of growth and a place that actually wants us as parents to teach our children and requires them to be in the main worship with us instead of trying to encourage us to send them to various children's programs or the nursery. I must admit meeting before the session was quite intimidating. : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N44FLFrBlcY/TgDvELk9S9I/AAAAAAAABac/S65HfjcPXc4/s1600/IMG_1282.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N44FLFrBlcY/TgDvELk9S9I/AAAAAAAABac/S65HfjcPXc4/s320/IMG_1282.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jeremy and I attended a work function last weekend, a 25 year celebration for the board members of the non-profit company where he works. We rubbed shoulders with a lot of politicians, including a senator and some other big wigs. So not my enjoyment but I did enjoy conversation with one of the servers, who is a homeschool mom of 6. : ) I got asked several times if this was our first baby. I love being asked that question. I love the look of shock on their face when I say "no this is our fourth". And just for good measure I like to tell them that our oldest is 4. : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xgQAaknsbLs/TgDvSiSf61I/AAAAAAAABag/dXGF-e6Xu2s/s1600/IMG_1290.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xgQAaknsbLs/TgDvSiSf61I/AAAAAAAABag/dXGF-e6Xu2s/s320/IMG_1290.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Zion got his first haircut....by mommy and daddy. The end result was not what we were looking for but the crazy curl and bed head look wasn't working either. Poor little guy has been sick on and off for 2 weeks. Between all this stomach ailments and just no appetite he's lost over a pound, not that you can tell by looking at him. He's still quite the robust boy. : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-4572625340009677826?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/4572625340009677826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=4572625340009677826&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/4572625340009677826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/4572625340009677826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/06/for-my-memorys-sake.html' title='For My Memory&apos;s Sake'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rFGXe2WF21I/TgDvq3QzzGI/AAAAAAAABak/CcmOowc1Wp8/s72-c/IMG_1263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-1123137885877937527</id><published>2011-06-10T09:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T10:27:22.371-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing Life/Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie'/><title type='text'>24 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ApZjpECbz3c/TfIhKhLo6pI/AAAAAAAABaA/BZPNTeNt_48/s1600/IMG_1257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ApZjpECbz3c/TfIhKhLo6pI/AAAAAAAABaA/BZPNTeNt_48/s320/IMG_1257.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is not a lot to report here at 24 weeks. I have lots of different aches and pains which I didn't have the last 3 times but as my midwife says I've never had a fourth pregnancy. : ) She's so funny. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going well though. I've not been eating as healthy as I should and I haven't exercised in weeks. ECK! And I can certainly tell in my overall "fitness" and energy level. Baby is very active and it's to the point where you wonder what will happen when there's not room left. Sometimes I feel like she's going to poke a body part out the front of my stomach. : ) I take the 1 hour glucose again 4 weeks. Prayerfully I will pass it and will not have to do the 3 hour nor will I end up with gestational diabetes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Weight - 129&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blood pressure - Good&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby heartbeat - Good&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;once she was finally still enough to hear for a decent amount of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fundal Height - 26&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;(first time I've ever measured ahead,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the first time she measured it was 27 but after some baby movement it was 26,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of course I guess it could all have to do with how the baby lies????)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-1123137885877937527?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/1123137885877937527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=1123137885877937527&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/1123137885877937527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/1123137885877937527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/06/24-weeks.html' title='24 Weeks'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ApZjpECbz3c/TfIhKhLo6pI/AAAAAAAABaA/BZPNTeNt_48/s72-c/IMG_1257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-3481971556868898600</id><published>2011-06-06T16:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T16:40:11.300-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meal Planning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Menu Plan Monday for 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n75/Orgjunkie/mpm3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n75/Orgjunkie/mpm3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Every summer I get a crash course in large family living. We go from 3 children to 6, since Jeremy's children are here for the majority of the summer. When we first got married we had temporary custody of all 3 and I remember thinking that there was no way I would ever sanely be the mother of 3 children (this before our reformed quiverful mindset). But as you all know when they are your own (or permanently adopted) ,raised by your standards and used to your lifestyle, &amp;nbsp;it's totally different. And I am thankful that most days I am a sane mother of 3 and 1 on the way. It's always a challenge to add 3 people to our food budget, which includes all paper and toiletry items, without increasing the amount.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Monday&amp;nbsp;- Veggie soup with grass fed beef and crackers (normally would be cornbread but trying not to &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; heat up the house)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tuesday - Spaghetti w/ side of raw carrots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Wednesday - Baked Chicken (cooked first thing in the AM), brown rice, and green beans&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thursday - &lt;a href="http://tammysrecipes.com/easy_lasagna"&gt;Lasagna&lt;/a&gt; w/ fruit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Friday -&lt;a href="http://www.tammysrecipes.com/cheesy_chicken_vermicelli"&gt; Cheesy Chicken Vermicelli&lt;/a&gt; (using the leftover chicken) w/ salad&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Saturday - Hot Sandwiches (meat &amp;amp; cheese with pesto mayo) w/ carrots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Lunch is usually a variety of leftovers. I fix enough for dinner in order to have leftovers for Jeremy to take his lunch and for us to have some for lunch the next day. If there are not enough leftovers we usually have either pb &amp;amp; jam sandwiches or cheese quesidillas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Snacks are homemade cookies, homemade popcorn, pretzels and cheese, or some other semi healthy homemade item on hand.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have found pasta and soups to be a great help in stretching the budget while still being able to fix food that the older 3 children will actually eat. : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;~ Visit Laura at &lt;a href="http://orgjunkie.com/2011/06/menu-plan-monday-june-611.html"&gt;Org Junkie &lt;/a&gt;for more menus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-3481971556868898600?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/3481971556868898600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=3481971556868898600&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/3481971556868898600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/3481971556868898600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/06/menu-plan-monday-for-8.html' title='Menu Plan Monday for 8'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-456035266969499114</id><published>2011-06-06T08:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T08:26:20.517-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asking/Sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healthy Living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>Maple Syrup Goodness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ADUsLeoTGh4/TezBe_23XDI/AAAAAAAABZw/MJlxCtNXw2U/s1600/IMG_1227.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ADUsLeoTGh4/TezBe_23XDI/AAAAAAAABZw/MJlxCtNXw2U/s320/IMG_1227.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We were very blessed to get a gallon of REAL maple syrup as a gift from my mom. I did some research and found out that it is OK to freeze it. So I froze 4 quarts leaving plenty of headspace for expansion and left a large portion to keep in the frig. I have a "thing" for &lt;a href="http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2010/02/storing-of-bulk.html"&gt;bulk item&lt;/a&gt;s. When I was younger I loved the little single serving items (like you find in college town grocery stores) but now I LOVE to buy things in large quantities. : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eCjaQzLOB8w/TezBx0pk4LI/AAAAAAAABZ0/0Qnpd_2BDAY/s1600/IMG_1242.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eCjaQzLOB8w/TezBx0pk4LI/AAAAAAAABZ0/0Qnpd_2BDAY/s320/IMG_1242.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since I had all that yummy rich maple syrup I decided to give this&lt;a href="http://www.naturallyknockedup.com/caramel-corn/"&gt; Carmel Corn&lt;/a&gt; recipe a try last night. It was delicious. Having all 6 kiddos (including Jeremy's older 3) and 2 adults (one being pregnant) it didn't last long at all and we even made a double batch. : ) Another great looking recipe that uses honey instead of maple syrup can be found at Laura's blog, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_366346781"&gt;The &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_366346781"&gt;Muncks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://muncksquiver.blogspot.com/2011/05/caramel-popcorn.html"&gt; Quiver&lt;/a&gt;. Happy crunching. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Linked up at J&lt;a href="http://joyfilledmama.blogspot.com/2011/06/monday-blog-link-uplink-up-any-post.html"&gt;oy Filled Living's Monday Blog Link Up&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-456035266969499114?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/456035266969499114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=456035266969499114&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/456035266969499114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/456035266969499114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/06/maple-syrup-goodness.html' title='Maple Syrup Goodness'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ADUsLeoTGh4/TezBe_23XDI/AAAAAAAABZw/MJlxCtNXw2U/s72-c/IMG_1227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-6730025639840212657</id><published>2011-06-02T09:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T09:55:00.277-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Godly Growing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maggie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home Educating'/><title type='text'>First 2 Weeks of "Homeschooling"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ATnoZbxge7k/TeZFONB8XXI/AAAAAAAABZA/TTaXql7oSE4/s1600/IMG_1211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ATnoZbxge7k/TeZFONB8XXI/AAAAAAAABZA/TTaXql7oSE4/s320/IMG_1211.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We have completely our first two weeks of Kindergarten "homeschool". The first 10 days of the&lt;a href="http://www.mfwbooks.com/products/M50/20/0/0/1"&gt; My Father's World Kindergarten curriculum&lt;/a&gt; focuses on the 7 days of Creation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6aTJDlc_pSc/TeZFdll1LII/AAAAAAAABZE/O51vvatGIQg/s1600/IMG_1215.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6aTJDlc_pSc/TeZFdll1LII/AAAAAAAABZE/O51vvatGIQg/s320/IMG_1215.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Maggie was very adamant about doing her "work" each day and it quite concerned that we stopped with 7. &amp;nbsp;Starting next week we begin actual academic work; phonics, handwriting (notice her name above, she's had no instruction in handwriting lol), counting, etc. One of the projects was to create a creation book with activities done each day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KeefPOM6nQg/TeZHON4zMcI/AAAAAAAABZo/CVzgQd5pL8g/s1600/IMG_1216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KeefPOM6nQg/TeZHON4zMcI/AAAAAAAABZo/CVzgQd5pL8g/s320/IMG_1216.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Day 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-51eotsBeALQ/TeZFuVdACXI/AAAAAAAABZI/7P2WLid9M_Y/s1600/IMG_1218.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-51eotsBeALQ/TeZFuVdACXI/AAAAAAAABZI/7P2WLid9M_Y/s320/IMG_1218.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h_TtLrboGoQ/TeZGD8zqWsI/AAAAAAAABZQ/dIljZYsIx9g/s1600/IMG_1219.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h_TtLrboGoQ/TeZGD8zqWsI/AAAAAAAABZQ/dIljZYsIx9g/s320/IMG_1219.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Day 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(I outlined the trees for her)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-obWWKqoPLU8/TeZGSELMioI/AAAAAAAABZU/4SpwXIdbUtE/s1600/IMG_1220.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-obWWKqoPLU8/TeZGSELMioI/AAAAAAAABZU/4SpwXIdbUtE/s320/IMG_1220.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(it's hard to see but there is a sun on the left and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;her moon and stars on the right)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lSSD9k9ibG8/TeZGiNyHVwI/AAAAAAAABZY/qfpd05VJGbY/s1600/IMG_1221.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lSSD9k9ibG8/TeZGiNyHVwI/AAAAAAAABZY/qfpd05VJGbY/s320/IMG_1221.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Day 5&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(fish, whale on the left, octopus on the right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and birds in the sky)&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/-_EfaPSlWWPs/TeZGwv8YXMI/AAAAAAAABZc/1hrTDYU2skI/s1600/IMG_1222.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_EfaPSlWWPs/TeZGwv8YXMI/AAAAAAAABZc/1hrTDYU2skI/s320/IMG_1222.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Day 6 (her Adam and Eve on the right, my attempt&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;at some animals on the left)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GL_jDB80__o/TeZG7aBrBFI/AAAAAAAABZg/UOzHF7_5jyM/s1600/IMG_1223.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GL_jDB80__o/TeZG7aBrBFI/AAAAAAAABZg/UOzHF7_5jyM/s320/IMG_1223.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Day 7 (she had such a hard time leaving this page blank)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was such a fun project and as she says "I am so excited bout my book". : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-6730025639840212657?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/6730025639840212657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=6730025639840212657&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/6730025639840212657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/6730025639840212657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/06/first-2-weeks-of-homeschooling.html' title='First 2 Weeks of &quot;Homeschooling&quot;'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ATnoZbxge7k/TeZFONB8XXI/AAAAAAAABZA/TTaXql7oSE4/s72-c/IMG_1211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-4273435003387976574</id><published>2011-06-01T09:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T09:55:32.900-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Godly Growing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maggie'/><title type='text'>Influences</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6a4N4vBG8iA/TeQVGRfz2TI/AAAAAAAABYQ/B9HZAF4oMl8/s1600/IMG_1132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6a4N4vBG8iA/TeQVGRfz2TI/AAAAAAAABYQ/B9HZAF4oMl8/s320/IMG_1132.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Maggie's new favorite hairstyle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have always heard that children are sponges but until you see it first hand you cannot understand the meaning of that statement. All children are different, some are more easily influenced than others. Maggie would fall under the category of easily influenced. She sees things in books, on billboards, movies (strictly approved of course), catalogues, on other people, etc and she notices the details. She notices what they wear, say, sing, how they act, interact. It's amazing and scary. It's always a constant reminder of how important it is for us parents to make sure that our children walk with the wise and are surrounded by godly influences.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q_SmVgLJM5c/TeQUzVNJvQI/AAAAAAAABYM/J24dbVcF4uc/s1600/IMG_1133.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q_SmVgLJM5c/TeQUzVNJvQI/AAAAAAAABYM/J24dbVcF4uc/s320/IMG_1133.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Maggie's inspiration for her new hairstyle,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;a picture from &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Little-Golden-Book-About-God/dp/030702105X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1306796887&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;her book&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She said she needed a ponytail with a bow&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and a braid and promptly went for the book to show me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It matters, those little things that you think don't matter,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;those influences matter. Thankfully this influence was a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;good one. : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9014879683807764560-4273435003387976574?l=ponderyourpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/feeds/4273435003387976574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9014879683807764560&amp;postID=4273435003387976574&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/4273435003387976574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9014879683807764560/posts/default/4273435003387976574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ponderyourpath.blogspot.com/2011/06/influences.html' title='Influences'/><author><name>Emily, wife of Jeremy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08360539511458704694</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MQxxR-FyGtE/Ttz-yG4K6PI/AAAAAAAAB4o/gjDyk5YGVbQ/s220/IMG_1943.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6a4N4vBG8iA/TeQVGRfz2TI/AAAAAAAABYQ/B9HZAF4oMl8/s72-c/IMG_1132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9014879683807764560.post-1069184198157147694</id><published>2011-05-30T20:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T10:27:22.373-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Growing Life/Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loving Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maggie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Asking/Sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie'/><title type='text'>Memorial Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e_gQXUQtOKk/TeQkSMmyg2I/AAAAAAAABYU/ylE9FjCM674/s1600/IMG_1138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e_gQXUQtOKk/TeQkSMmyg2I/AAAAAAAABYU/ylE9FjCM674/s320/IMG_1138.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We were very blessed to receive a gift card to Applebee's in appreciation for Jeremy's speech at the Crown Financial Money Map Coach Quarterly Meeting this week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNKmm8UVEyc/TeQkixSJtPI/AAAAAAAABYY/yhoR1MSL8Ow/s1600/IMG_1146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNKmm8UVEyc/TeQkixSJtPI/AAAAAAAABYY/yhoR1MSL8Ow/s320/IMG_1146.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just the two (three counting baby) were able to spend some time together Saturday. We parked at Jeremy's office downtown and walked 1 mile to Applebee's, ate way too much, and walked the mile back to the car. Made me feel not so bad about all I ate. My varicose veins, well that's another story.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
