<?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-4897283727088360978</id><updated>2011-12-21T16:28:33.841-05:00</updated><category term='My Organizing OCD'/><category term='Lily'/><category term='This Mommy&apos;s Heart'/><category term='Family'/><category term='My Man'/><category term='Random Stuff'/><category term='Emma'/><category term='Gardening'/><category term='Exploring God&apos;s World'/><category term='Delicious'/><category term='From His Word'/><category term='Decorating'/><category term='do hard things 2010'/><category term='Baby'/><category term='The King&apos;s Daughter'/><category term='Homeschooling Fun'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Projects'/><category term='Gracie'/><category term='Adventures'/><category term='Literature'/><category term='Mommy Musings Articles'/><category term='Joey'/><category term='Home'/><category term='Memes/Carnivals/Tags'/><title type='text'>Dear Abbi</title><subtitle type='html'>Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; 
   - Hebrews 12:2</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>788</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-503046558975476882</id><published>2011-10-29T16:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T16:43:31.249-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This Mommy&apos;s Heart'/><title type='text'>everything is just so much more exciting with a baby in the house</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-66G73eh3B2I/TqxhStx0A5I/AAAAAAAAGR8/fWi3XPVHhzw/s1600/10-29-11%2B078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669013005106676626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-66G73eh3B2I/TqxhStx0A5I/AAAAAAAAGR8/fWi3XPVHhzw/s400/10-29-11%2B078.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For example: today is the first snow of the "season." I refrain from writing "winter" there because winter is almost a full TWO months away, but let's not dwell on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey went tearing into Emma's room to greet her this morning. I heard his sing-songy voice crooning, "Happy First Snow to You" to her smiling, little awake self!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rxCpiyQGOIs/TqxhRs0m0II/AAAAAAAAGRw/ViJFHnCiScs/s1600/10-29-11%2B088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669012987670089858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rxCpiyQGOIs/TqxhRs0m0II/AAAAAAAAGRw/ViJFHnCiScs/s400/10-29-11%2B088.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the girls brought out all manner of coats and mittens and scarves and boots and deposited them in the middle of the kitchen floor, where Gracie proceeded to agonize over the perfect winter accessories for Emma...selecting just the right gloves and hat for her first snow excursion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kq9ydgINa4M/TqxhQymJgoI/AAAAAAAAGRk/B3bwlWkUVP4/s1600/10-29-11%2B094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669012972040192642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kq9ydgINa4M/TqxhQymJgoI/AAAAAAAAGRk/B3bwlWkUVP4/s400/10-29-11%2B094.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emma did not end up needing many winter accessories because her first snow experience only lasted a few minutes. But she was overjoyed about the adventure...she kept smiling and laughing! I think the kids had visions of putting her in the baby sled and taking her down the sledding hill. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HAH9X84LRFA/TqxhQg3FgUI/AAAAAAAAGRY/XUFi5C4mMTE/s1600/10-29-11%2B098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669012967279395138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HAH9X84LRFA/TqxhQg3FgUI/AAAAAAAAGRY/XUFi5C4mMTE/s400/10-29-11%2B098.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The snow-bear is now napping peacefully, there is a hearty dinner cooking on the stovetop and wet snow clothes are dripping dry after several uses today. We still have power and the hope of a &lt;em&gt;few&lt;/em&gt; more weeks of autumn before the real winter season sets. My heart is content and thankful and filled with some sweet memories of Emma's first snow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-503046558975476882?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/503046558975476882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=503046558975476882' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/503046558975476882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/503046558975476882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/10/everything-is-just-so-much-more.html' title='everything is just so much more exciting with a baby in the house'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-66G73eh3B2I/TqxhStx0A5I/AAAAAAAAGR8/fWi3XPVHhzw/s72-c/10-29-11%2B078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-1586841717767553093</id><published>2011-10-18T15:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T15:56:08.377-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gracie'/><title type='text'>today I am thankful for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CpVo79ZmC1M/Tp3ZLpuTnvI/AAAAAAAAGRQ/I232QOZntTU/s1600/10-18-11%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664922700503817970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CpVo79ZmC1M/Tp3ZLpuTnvI/AAAAAAAAGRQ/I232QOZntTU/s400/10-18-11%2B004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; {a determined builder}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7_XwLqP_Hl0/Tp3ZLOBc_VI/AAAAAAAAGRA/qf-Mx6KG6XM/s1600/10-17-11%2B010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664922693067930962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7_XwLqP_Hl0/Tp3ZLOBc_VI/AAAAAAAAGRA/qf-Mx6KG6XM/s400/10-17-11%2B010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; {a happy, strolling baby}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wr4oq1Nyd2I/Tp3ZKwk9dzI/AAAAAAAAGQ0/DpHRTJsmZUY/s1600/10-18-11%2B010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664922685163796274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wr4oq1Nyd2I/Tp3ZKwk9dzI/AAAAAAAAGQ0/DpHRTJsmZUY/s400/10-18-11%2B010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; {little lunch-makers}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessed be the Lord, who daily loadeth us with benefits, even the God of our salvation. Selah.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Psalm 68:19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-1586841717767553093?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/1586841717767553093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=1586841717767553093' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/1586841717767553093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/1586841717767553093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/10/today-i-am-thankful-for.html' title='today I am thankful for...'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CpVo79ZmC1M/Tp3ZLpuTnvI/AAAAAAAAGRQ/I232QOZntTU/s72-c/10-18-11%2B004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-7666363654862289908</id><published>2011-10-01T16:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T16:35:11.726-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mommy Musings Articles'/><title type='text'>Lessons from Newborn Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lvbaptist.com/graceandhonor/?p=1144"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658624043484642818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tjfTrEGcKDU/Tod4lj1i_gI/AAAAAAAAGP0/xohNxR72rZU/s400/125.jpg" /&gt; Lessons from Newborn Days&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The October issue of &lt;a href="http://www.lvbaptist.com/graceandhonor/"&gt;Grace &amp;amp; Honor &lt;/a&gt;is available to read &lt;a href="http://www.lvbaptist.com/graceandhonor/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. If you have some time, check out all of the wonderful articles! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-7666363654862289908?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/7666363654862289908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=7666363654862289908' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/7666363654862289908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/7666363654862289908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/10/lessons-from-newborn-days.html' title='Lessons from Newborn Days'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tjfTrEGcKDU/Tod4lj1i_gI/AAAAAAAAGP0/xohNxR72rZU/s72-c/125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-6514318964302797551</id><published>2011-09-22T15:28:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T15:34:10.245-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma'/><title type='text'>whenever Emma wears this sweet onesie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Miiad5rrl88/TnuMdapDtTI/AAAAAAAAGPs/Kr7i0GRFcVU/s1600/9-22-11%2B049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655268194089415986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Miiad5rrl88/TnuMdapDtTI/AAAAAAAAGPs/Kr7i0GRFcVU/s400/9-22-11%2B049.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...the kids like to recite this sweet poem to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Holding Hands&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by Lenore M. Link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Elephants walking&lt;br /&gt;Along the trails&lt;br /&gt;Are holding hands&lt;br /&gt;By holding tails.&lt;br /&gt;Trunks and tails&lt;br /&gt;Are handy things&lt;br /&gt;When elephants walk&lt;br /&gt;In circus rings.&lt;br /&gt;Elephants work&lt;br /&gt;And elephants play&lt;br /&gt;And elephants walk&lt;br /&gt;And feel so gay.&lt;br /&gt;And when they walk-&lt;br /&gt;It never fails&lt;br /&gt;They're holding hands&lt;br /&gt;By holding tails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-6514318964302797551?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/6514318964302797551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=6514318964302797551' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/6514318964302797551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/6514318964302797551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/09/whenever-emma-wears-this-sweet-onesie.html' title='whenever Emma wears this sweet onesie...'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Miiad5rrl88/TnuMdapDtTI/AAAAAAAAGPs/Kr7i0GRFcVU/s72-c/9-22-11%2B049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-8466008126969021190</id><published>2011-09-09T17:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T17:14:19.722-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joey'/><title type='text'>life is happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tGV8Ift9gbY/TmqBG60ckVI/AAAAAAAAGPk/7_SOUR-c2XQ/s1600/8-11-11%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650470638358139218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tGV8Ift9gbY/TmqBG60ckVI/AAAAAAAAGPk/7_SOUR-c2XQ/s400/8-11-11%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's very difficult to be&lt;em&gt; too&lt;/em&gt; serious or unhappy in this home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mNLucm1Biy0/TmqABcSinfI/AAAAAAAAGPc/kb_fk_XsPBc/s1600/8-11-11%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650469444751891954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mNLucm1Biy0/TmqABcSinfI/AAAAAAAAGPc/kb_fk_XsPBc/s400/8-11-11%2B011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Because at any moment you might look over and see a goofball vacuuming with a Bumbo on his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I guess it was easier to &lt;em&gt;wear &lt;/em&gt;it, rather than pick it up and vacuum underneath of it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-8466008126969021190?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/8466008126969021190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=8466008126969021190' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/8466008126969021190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/8466008126969021190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-is-happy.html' title='life is happy'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tGV8Ift9gbY/TmqBG60ckVI/AAAAAAAAGPk/7_SOUR-c2XQ/s72-c/8-11-11%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-4269344999766234913</id><published>2011-09-08T18:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T18:19:43.111-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma'/><title type='text'>right where it belongs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Md_bFFe8Qc/Tmk_BWQfOOI/AAAAAAAAGPU/TkUZNlwJeg8/s1600/9-8-11%2B145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650116499900152034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Md_bFFe8Qc/Tmk_BWQfOOI/AAAAAAAAGPU/TkUZNlwJeg8/s400/9-8-11%2B145.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little Miss Emma Kate loves her daddy! Her heart belongs to him. Which is right where a little girl's heart belongs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-4269344999766234913?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/4269344999766234913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=4269344999766234913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/4269344999766234913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/4269344999766234913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/09/right-where-it-belongs.html' title='right where it belongs'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Md_bFFe8Qc/Tmk_BWQfOOI/AAAAAAAAGPU/TkUZNlwJeg8/s72-c/9-8-11%2B145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-1883341842693286863</id><published>2011-08-31T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T16:33:58.498-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gracie'/><title type='text'>embrace the rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-374yotxplMQ/Tlv7G5NxmfI/AAAAAAAAGPM/h3sYlTjeQjQ/s1600/8-9-11%2B045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646382653695433202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-374yotxplMQ/Tlv7G5NxmfI/AAAAAAAAGPM/h3sYlTjeQjQ/s400/8-9-11%2B045.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;For I the LORD thy God will hold thy right hand, saying unto thee, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fear not; I will help thee&lt;/em&gt;. Isaiah 41:13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month ago, our grass was so yellow and dry that it was painful to walk on with barefeet. And then August turned out to be a very wet month capped off with heavy winds and rain from Hurricane Irene. Today is peaceful and gorgeous. Just about a picture-perfect day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--9ItfMtxr-k/Tlv7GWZopOI/AAAAAAAAGPE/ESXqVoFWaj4/s1600/8-9-11%2B053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646382644349936866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--9ItfMtxr-k/Tlv7GWZopOI/AAAAAAAAGPE/ESXqVoFWaj4/s400/8-9-11%2B053.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Life can be a lot like the weather. One day, brilliant sunshine, smooth sailing. The next, lashing winds and drenching downpours. And then blue skies and puffy clouds on the following day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started school a month ago, and while we've had some hairy moments juggling school and the baby, it has gone very well...all praise to the Lord! We helped celebrate the glorious wedding of some dear friends this month, took a few summer day trips, and just lived this wonderful, simple, happy thing we call our life. Most days, everything goes very well. But then there are those days when the dark clouds roll in and threaten to rain all over our parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gGhoWjahIwE/Tlv7GQxuLCI/AAAAAAAAGO8/DY50ADySNTY/s1600/8-9-11%2B057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646382642840349730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gGhoWjahIwE/Tlv7GQxuLCI/AAAAAAAAGO8/DY50ADySNTY/s400/8-9-11%2B057.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm glad that on the sunny days and the gray ones the LORD has my hand in His and is always there to help me! Embrace the rain knowing Who is in control and always brings the sunshine again!&lt;/div&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/4897283727088360978-1883341842693286863?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/1883341842693286863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=1883341842693286863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/1883341842693286863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/1883341842693286863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/08/embrace-rain.html' title='embrace the rain'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-374yotxplMQ/Tlv7G5NxmfI/AAAAAAAAGPM/h3sYlTjeQjQ/s72-c/8-9-11%2B045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-6062338670202663855</id><published>2011-08-25T17:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T17:51:53.559-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma'/><title type='text'>Emma &amp; Robby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yUTP9SYGn74/TlbC5H6-ahI/AAAAAAAAGO0/c92YK9DIvZ0/s1600/8-11-11%2B114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644913469590235666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yUTP9SYGn74/TlbC5H6-ahI/AAAAAAAAGO0/c92YK9DIvZ0/s400/8-11-11%2B114.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emma's buddy came over a few weeks ago...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uxLo4gARoHI/TlbC49w_EDI/AAAAAAAAGOs/0Br00R2jVfI/s1600/8-11-11%2B063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644913466863980594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uxLo4gARoHI/TlbC49w_EDI/AAAAAAAAGOs/0Br00R2jVfI/s400/8-11-11%2B063.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At first she wasn't sure of this new boy, although he seemed excited. Looks like he was doing a little "leaning." :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HzavLctM9DM/TlbCsz8yIII/AAAAAAAAGOU/ugeI7CsI3vE/s1600/8-11-11%2B077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644913258070679682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HzavLctM9DM/TlbCsz8yIII/AAAAAAAAGOU/ugeI7CsI3vE/s400/8-11-11%2B077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But then she started warming up to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VSiZy7_sWr0/TlbCZvfdHwI/AAAAAAAAGOM/W1xOJ1Fd61o/s1600/8-11-11%2B081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644912930456411906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VSiZy7_sWr0/TlbCZvfdHwI/AAAAAAAAGOM/W1xOJ1Fd61o/s400/8-11-11%2B081.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And a most delightful time was had by both babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ow0smasMMpY/TlbCZbLKoGI/AAAAAAAAGOE/Q66c7V_N_Og/s1600/8-11-11%2B087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644912925002604642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ow0smasMMpY/TlbCZbLKoGI/AAAAAAAAGOE/Q66c7V_N_Og/s400/8-11-11%2B087.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There may have even been some hand-holding going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BDOCrKfK5T8/TlbCZTfvKFI/AAAAAAAAGN8/bJV0OzLwv4o/s1600/8-11-11%2B089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644912922941401170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BDOCrKfK5T8/TlbCZTfvKFI/AAAAAAAAGN8/bJV0OzLwv4o/s400/8-11-11%2B089.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emma was thrilled to have her friend over for the evening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4897283727088360978-6062338670202663855?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/6062338670202663855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=6062338670202663855' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/6062338670202663855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/6062338670202663855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/08/emma-robby.html' title='Emma &amp; Robby'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yUTP9SYGn74/TlbC5H6-ahI/AAAAAAAAGO0/c92YK9DIvZ0/s72-c/8-11-11%2B114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-4606078127780219399</id><published>2011-08-20T15:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T15:16:44.226-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma'/><title type='text'>four months</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we think she looks like Gracie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643017955529606546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t26J6f99BWM/TlAG7rx-RZI/AAAAAAAAGN0/3MD74Ug3qgE/s400/4-5-06%2B041.jpg" /&gt;Gracie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5n9knfIXY/TlAG7cUS8BI/AAAAAAAAGNs/lWJSTNjjtqQ/s1600/7-21-11%2B121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643017951378599954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2R5n9knfIXY/TlAG7cUS8BI/AAAAAAAAGNs/lWJSTNjjtqQ/s400/7-21-11%2B121.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And sometimes we think she looks like Joey...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CKodjZ7-DWY/TlAG0RCbG0I/AAAAAAAAGNk/jMXudisPPG4/s1600/DSCF0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643017828091763522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CKodjZ7-DWY/TlAG0RCbG0I/AAAAAAAAGNk/jMXudisPPG4/s400/DSCF0014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0t_qjJU6Hs/TlAG0MEWypI/AAAAAAAAGNc/XCXFDq-aW8E/s1600/8-8-11%2B094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643017826757692050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0t_qjJU6Hs/TlAG0MEWypI/AAAAAAAAGNc/XCXFDq-aW8E/s400/8-8-11%2B094.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And sometimes, she even reminds us of Lily, who was born before the purchase of our first digital camera. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l0KUDocu7Wk/TlAGpzm82uI/AAAAAAAAGNU/tUaHhDyLee4/s1600/8-13-11%2B419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643017648393214690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l0KUDocu7Wk/TlAGpzm82uI/AAAAAAAAGNU/tUaHhDyLee4/s400/8-13-11%2B419.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And all of the time we are thankful for this sweet, little sugar lump who lights up our home! Happy four months, baby girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-4606078127780219399?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/4606078127780219399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=4606078127780219399' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/4606078127780219399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/4606078127780219399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/08/four-months.html' title='four months'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t26J6f99BWM/TlAG7rx-RZI/AAAAAAAAGN0/3MD74Ug3qgE/s72-c/4-5-06%2B041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-2375741928106074002</id><published>2011-08-08T07:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T08:57:27.092-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma'/><title type='text'>a little Monday morning sugar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R18RVJi4dzE/Tj_dEkgftXI/AAAAAAAAGNM/MYYdwnuLIAc/s1600/8-5-11%2B122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638468329080337778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R18RVJi4dzE/Tj_dEkgftXI/AAAAAAAAGNM/MYYdwnuLIAc/s400/8-5-11%2B122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/4897283727088360978-2375741928106074002?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/2375741928106074002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=2375741928106074002' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/2375741928106074002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/2375741928106074002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/08/little-monday-morning-sugar.html' title='a little Monday morning sugar'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R18RVJi4dzE/Tj_dEkgftXI/AAAAAAAAGNM/MYYdwnuLIAc/s72-c/8-5-11%2B122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-4723315235322046634</id><published>2011-08-05T23:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T00:26:41.322-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma'/><title type='text'>Look who sat up for Bible Time?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5DNWf8bzsCM/TjzBrE2i3LI/AAAAAAAAGNE/jMB61u0mDhw/s1600/8-3-11%2B082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637593779342073010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5DNWf8bzsCM/TjzBrE2i3LI/AAAAAAAAGNE/jMB61u0mDhw/s400/8-3-11%2B082.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She even folded her hands in prayer. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QOMFkiN3XSg/TjzBq9EPhiI/AAAAAAAAGM8/bV_3Di3e1TM/s1600/8-3-11%2B092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637593777252042274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QOMFkiN3XSg/TjzBq9EPhiI/AAAAAAAAGM8/bV_3Di3e1TM/s400/8-3-11%2B092.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her "people" were just delighted with this new arrangement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-77vAC_xYBMY/TjzBqmrdZjI/AAAAAAAAGM0/C_zUcfXfv1c/s1600/8-3-11%2B115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637593771242513970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-77vAC_xYBMY/TjzBqmrdZjI/AAAAAAAAGM0/C_zUcfXfv1c/s400/8-3-11%2B115.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And The Emster, herself, was pretty tickled about it, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3zgyklLUId8/TjzBqNC2c2I/AAAAAAAAGMs/kd68Qn65Ktg/s1600/8-3-11%2B122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637593764361302882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3zgyklLUId8/TjzBqNC2c2I/AAAAAAAAGMs/kd68Qn65Ktg/s400/8-3-11%2B122.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Goodness, do we all just adore this little face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4897283727088360978-4723315235322046634?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/4723315235322046634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=4723315235322046634' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/4723315235322046634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/4723315235322046634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/08/look-who-sat-up-for-bible-time.html' title='Look who sat up for Bible Time?'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5DNWf8bzsCM/TjzBrE2i3LI/AAAAAAAAGNE/jMB61u0mDhw/s72-c/8-3-11%2B082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-6063813625523414424</id><published>2011-07-25T15:52:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T16:56:48.906-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gracie'/><title type='text'>in no particular order</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SQAysJzKM1E/Ti3TTVB7XnI/AAAAAAAAGMk/a9frDxt9OMg/s1600/7-25-11%2B190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633391037926563442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SQAysJzKM1E/Ti3TTVB7XnI/AAAAAAAAGMk/a9frDxt9OMg/s400/7-25-11%2B190.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How can it be the last week of July already?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--WZahaPzQnk/Ti3TTKQ1DkI/AAAAAAAAGMc/yGztJ7TGg_g/s1600/7-21-11%2B118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633391035036274242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--WZahaPzQnk/Ti3TTKQ1DkI/AAAAAAAAGMc/yGztJ7TGg_g/s400/7-21-11%2B118.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This little lady turned 3 months old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qdnDVXD4T-Q/Ti3TAqLuBnI/AAAAAAAAGMU/RKGfd83_N8k/s1600/7-21-11%2B089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633390717187262066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qdnDVXD4T-Q/Ti3TAqLuBnI/AAAAAAAAGMU/RKGfd83_N8k/s400/7-21-11%2B089.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These children are enjoying VBS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yWQcq7PXAzM/Ti3TAm13RXI/AAAAAAAAGMM/4okYDnAEqXw/s1600/6-6-11%2B040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 363px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633390716290286962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yWQcq7PXAzM/Ti3TAm13RXI/AAAAAAAAGMM/4okYDnAEqXw/s400/6-6-11%2B040.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We're having fun playing dress-up with the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LwmMvQ_PSSE/Ti3SzCp4EhI/AAAAAAAAGME/K36EUpGTMpo/s1600/7-4-11%2B126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633390483238031890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LwmMvQ_PSSE/Ti3SzCp4EhI/AAAAAAAAGME/K36EUpGTMpo/s400/7-4-11%2B126.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There has been some cleaning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8pjIbtStRN0/Ti3SyL5QKhI/AAAAAAAAGL8/cey_OSXRCSA/s1600/7-21-11%2B043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633390468538575378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8pjIbtStRN0/Ti3SyL5QKhI/AAAAAAAAGL8/cey_OSXRCSA/s400/7-21-11%2B043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...biking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eocL6XQVrM4/Ti3Sx9b9V6I/AAAAAAAAGL0/noM6BMFdY-4/s1600/7-21-11%2B085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633390464657610658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eocL6XQVrM4/Ti3Sx9b9V6I/AAAAAAAAGL0/noM6BMFdY-4/s400/7-21-11%2B085.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...running,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pTPGTIh5NpM/Ti3SkVL1BDI/AAAAAAAAGLs/DMlCLI-RmdY/s1600/7-21-11%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633390230514238514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pTPGTIh5NpM/Ti3SkVL1BDI/AAAAAAAAGLs/DMlCLI-RmdY/s400/7-21-11%2B005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...and general silliness in these parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GL93UNBDFfk/Ti3SkBrhA-I/AAAAAAAAGLk/Fp7smVZJOg0/s1600/7-4-11%2B022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 332px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633390225278436322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GL93UNBDFfk/Ti3SkBrhA-I/AAAAAAAAGLk/Fp7smVZJOg0/s400/7-4-11%2B022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We participated in our Homeschool Rally a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xpfnNqHLKic/Ti3Sj2CpfoI/AAAAAAAAGLc/foyrz_yCA5Q/s1600/6-27-11%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633390222154235522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xpfnNqHLKic/Ti3Sj2CpfoI/AAAAAAAAGLc/foyrz_yCA5Q/s400/6-27-11%2B011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This dude had fun at his first Christian soccer camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3PEZJp8Y8C4/Ti3SYELU_vI/AAAAAAAAGLU/WWqLK4UVb8A/s1600/7-4-11%2B044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633390019790307058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3PEZJp8Y8C4/Ti3SYELU_vI/AAAAAAAAGLU/WWqLK4UVb8A/s400/7-4-11%2B044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (I think his little cleats and shin guards are so cute!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M29B3zZheZI/Ti3SXyGn3nI/AAAAAAAAGLM/VLYFtZaDw8w/s1600/7-10-11%2B124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633390014938734194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M29B3zZheZI/Ti3SXyGn3nI/AAAAAAAAGLM/VLYFtZaDw8w/s400/7-10-11%2B124.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These girls are learning a lot at their summer art class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vNaWxRmbe-A/Ti3SGoN49nI/AAAAAAAAGLE/Xn7TgF_93pk/s1600/7-25-11%2B197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633389720227083890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vNaWxRmbe-A/Ti3SGoN49nI/AAAAAAAAGLE/Xn7TgF_93pk/s400/7-25-11%2B197.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Man-Child turned 8 this week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gMp-zrYTDaU/Ti3SGbooPaI/AAAAAAAAGK8/p9k9LWIjwUo/s1600/7-25-11%2B108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633389716849573282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gMp-zrYTDaU/Ti3SGbooPaI/AAAAAAAAGK8/p9k9LWIjwUo/s400/7-25-11%2B108.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(He loved the Lego cake despite the fact that his mother remembered the baking powder, but forgot to put the baking&lt;em&gt; soda&lt;/em&gt; in the cake recipe, there was so much food coloring in the icing that it tasted like medicine, and those marshmallows on top were a beast to ice. We are teaching his Sunday School class this month, and his whole class liked it too. Yeah, brick-cake, red icing, and marshmallows. It's a good thing they're young!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SqOpn2oPn4A/Ti3R10JtH5I/AAAAAAAAGK0/HevSnzWlLQU/s1600/7-25-11%2B137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633389431372980114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SqOpn2oPn4A/Ti3R10JtH5I/AAAAAAAAGK0/HevSnzWlLQU/s400/7-25-11%2B137.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His little mystery-loving heart loved the clues he had to decode to search for his presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CIt9GOTCOKU/Ti3R1fIrD8I/AAAAAAAAGKk/tpEP-EdL21E/s1600/7-25-11%2B220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633389425731506114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CIt9GOTCOKU/Ti3R1fIrD8I/AAAAAAAAGKk/tpEP-EdL21E/s400/7-25-11%2B220.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's been one jolly after another in these parts! And right now we are enjoying a drenching downpour after a few weeks of sweltering heat and no rain. Our grass is crunchy. But we're soaking up as much summer as we can! How about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4897283727088360978-6063813625523414424?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/6063813625523414424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=6063813625523414424' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/6063813625523414424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/6063813625523414424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/07/in-no-particular-order.html' title='in no particular order'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SQAysJzKM1E/Ti3TTVB7XnI/AAAAAAAAGMk/a9frDxt9OMg/s72-c/7-25-11%2B190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-4253056381563962611</id><published>2011-07-16T17:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T17:41:16.015-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gracie'/><title type='text'>summer days</title><content type='html'>It was blazing hot earlier this week. The kids occupied themselves with your typical, calm, serene summer activites. Like....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630066902432387170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hx8UDnPRJx0/TiIEBLUqkGI/AAAAAAAAGKU/oLh6XeDvoAU/s400/7-12-11%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Barn dancing" in the family room. Gracie provided the music on the harmonica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X6L-NaHrKb8/TiIEA9fA6wI/AAAAAAAAGKM/HuGRgGBwBoY/s1600/7-12-11%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630066898717698818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X6L-NaHrKb8/TiIEA9fA6wI/AAAAAAAAGKM/HuGRgGBwBoY/s400/7-12-11%2B011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While the other two provided the "entertainment."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When that got boring, they headed outside to beat the heat with the sprinkler. And like typical American children, they ran through the sprinkler spray, giggling and smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6jNBtL2GP78/TiIDLcd5hoI/AAAAAAAAGKE/CaR5_Nn0fVQ/s1600/7-11-11%2B018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 330px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630065979321583234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6jNBtL2GP78/TiIDLcd5hoI/AAAAAAAAGKE/CaR5_Nn0fVQ/s400/7-11-11%2B018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scratch that. They put the sprinker upside-down on the treehouse floor and made themselves a "pool" in the sandbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p_KbvhmGcNE/TiIDKwYaRkI/AAAAAAAAGJ8/p2UrN52DtJo/s1600/7-11-11%2B014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630065967487403586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p_KbvhmGcNE/TiIDKwYaRkI/AAAAAAAAGJ8/p2UrN52DtJo/s400/7-11-11%2B014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looks refreshing doesn't it? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXY3rOIE1xk/TiICsQ6NS1I/AAAAAAAAGJ0/Xn2fC9NSDYU/s1600/7-11-11%2B034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630065443643149138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXY3rOIE1xk/TiICsQ6NS1I/AAAAAAAAGJ0/Xn2fC9NSDYU/s400/7-11-11%2B034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At least the popsicles afterwards were a "typical" summertime treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3oeWmFyZT0Y/TiICoN6hJ8I/AAAAAAAAGJs/K3Sj_7hF6oM/s1600/7-11-11%2B036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630065374119667650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3oeWmFyZT0Y/TiICoN6hJ8I/AAAAAAAAGJs/K3Sj_7hF6oM/s400/7-11-11%2B036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love these crazy kids! We are &lt;em&gt;SO&lt;/em&gt; enjoying our summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-4253056381563962611?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/4253056381563962611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=4253056381563962611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/4253056381563962611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/4253056381563962611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-days.html' title='summer days'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hx8UDnPRJx0/TiIEBLUqkGI/AAAAAAAAGKU/oLh6XeDvoAU/s72-c/7-12-11%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-8354463854006477328</id><published>2011-07-08T23:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T23:48:33.011-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joey'/><title type='text'>mother-son bonding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jH893Yw9rCs/ThfOdd40JMI/AAAAAAAAGJk/lVjVqSsuxvw/s1600/6-21-11%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627193265057178818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jH893Yw9rCs/ThfOdd40JMI/AAAAAAAAGJk/lVjVqSsuxvw/s400/6-21-11%2B007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the ways I bond with my son: over ice cream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really capture his heart when we pull into the Turkey Hill store (where they have ALL of the flavors) and I let him pick out some "sports" flavors and then a selection for each family member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mother-son bonding at its best. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-8354463854006477328?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/8354463854006477328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=8354463854006477328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/8354463854006477328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/8354463854006477328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/07/mother-son-bonding.html' title='mother-son bonding'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jH893Yw9rCs/ThfOdd40JMI/AAAAAAAAGJk/lVjVqSsuxvw/s72-c/6-21-11%2B007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-7891512821617746266</id><published>2011-07-05T12:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T13:15:46.093-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>happy 4th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6McJ8kRdw4A/ThNALiI8r-I/AAAAAAAAGJc/pGbyKnEhjts/s1600/7-4-11%2B167%2B-%2BCopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625910926402957282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6McJ8kRdw4A/ThNALiI8r-I/AAAAAAAAGJc/pGbyKnEhjts/s400/7-4-11%2B167%2B-%2BCopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy 4th, everyone! Or I guess I should say, Happy 5th! :) What a crazy week we had last week. Joey went to soccer camp every day...a first for us. He had a blast and has a tan and much blonder hair to prove it. We had our Homeschool Rally at church, a park play date, a fun shopping trip, Lily's summer art class, plus a few other "happenings." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gCJ68RTZKys/ThNALP0WgZI/AAAAAAAAGJU/nGEbXaGdAz4/s1600/7-4-11%2B153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 335px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625910921484730770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gCJ68RTZKys/ThNALP0WgZI/AAAAAAAAGJU/nGEbXaGdAz4/s400/7-4-11%2B153.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then on Friday, Scott took off work, hired our nephew for the day, and together they put up the last of the crown molding. Yay! It's finished, our garage is cleaned up, and it looks SO nice! There is some caulking and touch-up for him to finish, but I am so pleased that all of the wood is up and out of the garage. I can't believe they got it all done, it was such a big job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F7djCnbdwIM/ThNAJ1yuVZI/AAAAAAAAGJM/AWfvmHIqm_4/s1600/7-4-11%2B179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625910897318712722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F7djCnbdwIM/ThNAJ1yuVZI/AAAAAAAAGJM/AWfvmHIqm_4/s400/7-4-11%2B179.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saturday we cleaned up and did the typical Saturday stuff: lawn, laundry, prepare for Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then on Sunday night after church we had some friends over for dessert and to watch our town's fireworks display. We just stayed here and watched from our street this year...there were too many babies and no one really felt like braving the crowds. The fireworks were great! The only thing I really missed was the "history" that they read before the show. Every year someone reads a portion of the Declaration of Independence, a lesser known writing of one of the signers of the Declaration, and then all of the names of the signers. It's really special, and definitely sings to my history-loving heart. Plus there is patriotic music and a general "small-town" feeling to a really great show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7hgZuszdYhQ/ThNAJRN560I/AAAAAAAAGJE/dJrZKE3xrSc/s1600/7-4-11%2B180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 360px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625910887500606274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7hgZuszdYhQ/ThNAJRN560I/AAAAAAAAGJE/dJrZKE3xrSc/s400/7-4-11%2B180.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we discovered that you can really see quite a bit from our street and we had fun with our friends afterwards. It was a late night for the baby, but she was an angel and slept ELEVEN hours that night! Which, of course, made for a very pleasant Monday for me. :) We did some more "around the house" stuff yesterday, had a little cook-out, and Scott did some fireworks in our very quiet street last night... just us six. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It truly was a happy 4th. How was yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-7891512821617746266?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/7891512821617746266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=7891512821617746266' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/7891512821617746266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/7891512821617746266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-4th.html' title='happy 4th'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6McJ8kRdw4A/ThNALiI8r-I/AAAAAAAAGJc/pGbyKnEhjts/s72-c/7-4-11%2B167%2B-%2BCopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-8860109016932803448</id><published>2011-06-25T15:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T15:17:39.435-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gracie'/><title type='text'>something's missing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vnm9-9wZb5E/TgYxVAHw1BI/AAAAAAAAGH0/A4fYa-bWzqg/s1600/6-6-11%2B118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622235421698216978" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vnm9-9wZb5E/TgYxVAHw1BI/AAAAAAAAGH0/A4fYa-bWzqg/s400/6-6-11%2B118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gracie lost her first tooth about a month ago. I believe it was the very day that my computer died (with all of Emma's photos on it), we raced around to get to swimming only to have the class cancelled due to a thunderstorm just as my kids were getting into the pool, and the weekend we were planning my oldest baby's 10th birthday party. Those "minor" details coupled with post-partum hormones and rocking another sweet, sweet baby and not being able to believe that she too will grow up and turn 10 one day made me a weepy basket case when Gracie lost her tooth. I confess that I didn't react with enthusiasm and the typical "Wow, what a big girl you are becoming" speech. I cried, instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8rqu5TE6HqQ/TgYxUslQLUI/AAAAAAAAGHs/yPZQXYzdrkA/s1600/6-6-11%2B121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622235416453197122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8rqu5TE6HqQ/TgYxUslQLUI/AAAAAAAAGHs/yPZQXYzdrkA/s400/6-6-11%2B121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But now that a month has passed, I really am excited that this sweet girl is growing up! She has stepped into her "big sister" role quite nicely. And that makes my heart happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I am secretly hoping that she keeps that adorable space in her mouth for just a &lt;em&gt;wee bit&lt;/em&gt; longer. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-8860109016932803448?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/8860109016932803448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=8860109016932803448' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/8860109016932803448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/8860109016932803448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/06/somethings-missing.html' title='something&apos;s missing'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vnm9-9wZb5E/TgYxVAHw1BI/AAAAAAAAGH0/A4fYa-bWzqg/s72-c/6-6-11%2B118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-3989727879248310478</id><published>2011-06-23T21:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T23:29:21.460-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma'/><title type='text'>two months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6XqMDw_mrxM/TgPjI728sCI/AAAAAAAAGF8/_XQv4gmcNrk/s1600/6-22-11%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621586502535131170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6XqMDw_mrxM/TgPjI728sCI/AAAAAAAAGF8/_XQv4gmcNrk/s400/6-22-11%2B031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Little Sister turned two months old this week. It seems like just yesterday that another treasure was added to our household.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621586495492734530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_49Bv2Joza0/TgPjIhn6PkI/AAAAAAAAGF0/pae005NONoc/s400/6-22-11%2B033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through wisdom is an house builded; and by understanding it is established: And by knowledge shall the chambers be filled with all precious and pleasant riches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Proverbs 24:3,4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621586487886036082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dLpcjgzq6f4/TgPjIFSVPHI/AAAAAAAAGFs/LKI3LJD5FNM/s400/6-22-11%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emma, you are a special gift to us! One that we get to open up every day and enjoy again and again! You are our fourth, little gem. Daddy's thoughts when he first laid eyes on you were, "She looks like one of ours!" And you really do. Every day, sometimes several times a day, I see a little bit of one of your siblings in you. And yet, no matter how much you look like "one of ours" you are your own person, and we revel in your uniqueness! A marvellous work fashioned &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm+139:14&amp;amp;version=KJV"&gt;fearfully and wonderfully &lt;/a&gt;by a good God! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We love you, sweet girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-3989727879248310478?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/3989727879248310478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=3989727879248310478' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/3989727879248310478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/3989727879248310478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/06/two-months.html' title='two months'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6XqMDw_mrxM/TgPjI728sCI/AAAAAAAAGF8/_XQv4gmcNrk/s72-c/6-22-11%2B031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-6588311162065301061</id><published>2011-06-18T23:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T19:16:08.757-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joey'/><title type='text'>out of a job</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SHYF9gs45ZQ/Tf5ktwGHFGI/AAAAAAAAGFk/Tej66KzDgBE/s1600/Untitled2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 337px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620040122172380258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SHYF9gs45ZQ/Tf5ktwGHFGI/AAAAAAAAGFk/Tej66KzDgBE/s400/Untitled2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Man finds himself out of a job this summer. The lawnmowing job, that is. Our Man-Child has taken over that duty and despite the consternation written on his face in these photos, he really loves his new job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620039869642374578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nVR2pmKebZk/Tf5kfDWQ_bI/AAAAAAAAGFc/35Amqk6zdxE/s400/6-6-11%2B860.JPG" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;Joey, you are a blessing to our family. I am surprised often by your enthusiasm and determined spirit. You are a breath of fresh air during the day when Daddy is gone and you are the only man in the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FLO8kd8akgU/Tf1t24U-rjI/AAAAAAAAGE8/nOJbnjzHL5A/s1600/6-6-11%2B849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619768699628990002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FLO8kd8akgU/Tf1t24U-rjI/AAAAAAAAGE8/nOJbnjzHL5A/s400/6-6-11%2B849.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;The way you tackle jobs is an encouragement to me and an example to the girls. I know where you get your "I can handle it" attitude towards tough jobs. You watch your Daddy approach work with the same spirit, and it makes me smile to see you blossoming into a great man, just like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UpkBaYrnkGc/Tf1t2gN5lXI/AAAAAAAAGE0/zGcXrqJSG9g/s1600/6-6-11%2B842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619768693156844914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UpkBaYrnkGc/Tf1t2gN5lXI/AAAAAAAAGE0/zGcXrqJSG9g/s400/6-6-11%2B842.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Always remember that your Daddy and Mommy are always right behind you. Watching you, loving you and praying for you, Little Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-6588311162065301061?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/6588311162065301061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=6588311162065301061' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/6588311162065301061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/6588311162065301061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/06/out-of-job.html' title='out of a job'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SHYF9gs45ZQ/Tf5ktwGHFGI/AAAAAAAAGFk/Tej66KzDgBE/s72-c/Untitled2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-7092551451457393997</id><published>2011-06-16T16:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T17:16:59.493-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Man'/><title type='text'>they're symbiotic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IhlviK7IN70/TfpyRu-B6OI/AAAAAAAAGEc/GgOBmNfSeuw/s1600/Untitled.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618929134089660642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IhlviK7IN70/TfpyRu-B6OI/AAAAAAAAGEc/GgOBmNfSeuw/s400/Untitled.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-7092551451457393997?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/7092551451457393997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=7092551451457393997' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/7092551451457393997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/7092551451457393997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/06/theyre-symbiotic.html' title='they&apos;re symbiotic'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IhlviK7IN70/TfpyRu-B6OI/AAAAAAAAGEc/GgOBmNfSeuw/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-2640788914242802440</id><published>2011-06-08T16:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T16:24:52.657-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>long time, no blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZV9yN6Kbhs/Te_YLeNFgmI/AAAAAAAAGEE/UXOWtu4BSt8/s1600/6-6-11%2B106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615944951952409186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZV9yN6Kbhs/Te_YLeNFgmI/AAAAAAAAGEE/UXOWtu4BSt8/s400/6-6-11%2B106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh look! I haven't posted for weeks and what was left on the top of my blog all that time? My dirty laundry! I apologize to those of you who visited over the last few weeks and repetitively saw my dirty laundry! I didn't mean to leave it up there for so long. My computer abruptly died on me a few weeks ago, hence the lack of blogging recently. But now after much trial and tribulation, I *think* I might once more be among the number of computer-owners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jg9k1vMg-lg/Te_YKqY4UFI/AAAAAAAAGD8/m-tPmz6A3g0/s1600/6-6-11%2B074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615944938043232338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jg9k1vMg-lg/Te_YKqY4UFI/AAAAAAAAGD8/m-tPmz6A3g0/s400/6-6-11%2B074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've missed blogging. More specifically, I have missed playing with my pictures. And my, my have there been an abundance of them lately. I uploaded 1,200+ new photos last night onto my new computer. But with such cute subject-matter, how can I not accumulate photos so fast? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ve37O5NoIhY/Te_YKEF1qVI/AAAAAAAAGD0/UoPY_IMRW2g/s1600/6-6-11%2B077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615944927762819410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ve37O5NoIhY/Te_YKEF1qVI/AAAAAAAAGD0/UoPY_IMRW2g/s400/6-6-11%2B077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A lot has been going on in our household over the last few weeks. We've hit a few milestones, had a few celebrations, and loved on this wee one quite a bit! Speaking of her, I feel like she has completely changed since I last blogged about her. She turned one month old while I was "gone" and now sleeps through the night, bats at toys, smiles constantly, and continues to plump up in a most delightful way! We love her to bits and hopefully I will have some time to post about her and her siblings very soon. I've missed y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-2640788914242802440?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/2640788914242802440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=2640788914242802440' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/2640788914242802440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/2640788914242802440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/06/long-time-no-blog.html' title='long time, no blog'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eZV9yN6Kbhs/Te_YLeNFgmI/AAAAAAAAGEE/UXOWtu4BSt8/s72-c/6-6-11%2B106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-3391855420538127716</id><published>2011-05-20T07:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T07:00:13.051-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>the problem with yard work and children</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YXWxJs1jT7E/TdQNLJXvp6I/AAAAAAAAGDQ/-nBrp5dMo30/s1600/5-18-11%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608121921128343458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YXWxJs1jT7E/TdQNLJXvp6I/AAAAAAAAGDQ/-nBrp5dMo30/s400/5-18-11%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The problem with yard work and children is that only one of them gets cleaned up. And it's usually not the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These &lt;em&gt;used&lt;/em&gt; to be white socks. The pair on the left were some of Gracie's white, lace church socks. Oh well. I am thankful to have a husband who gets the kids up early and takes them to Work Day at church to give me an extra hour of sleep. I just need to remember to lay their clothes out the night before. And remember to &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; include any white articles of clothing. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-3391855420538127716?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/3391855420538127716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=3391855420538127716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/3391855420538127716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/3391855420538127716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/05/problem-with-yard-work-and-children.html' title='the problem with yard work and children'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YXWxJs1jT7E/TdQNLJXvp6I/AAAAAAAAGDQ/-nBrp5dMo30/s72-c/5-18-11%2B005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-1957836489947041830</id><published>2011-05-19T07:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T19:42:28.577-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literature'/><title type='text'>when your name is emma...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UfMfKdageKo/TdMz7_oZS5I/AAAAAAAAGDI/WdxCE3UQuiQ/s1600/4-14-11%2B024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607883066792561554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UfMfKdageKo/TdMz7_oZS5I/AAAAAAAAGDI/WdxCE3UQuiQ/s400/4-14-11%2B024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When your name is Emma, and your mama likes Jane Austen, she might just while away the last few weeks of your pregnancy learning to play "your" music on the piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yRHg-s8R_VU/TaSvOMOmAGI/AAAAAAAAF40/9FPjWYIRt5s/s1600/4-6-11%2B036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594789295436464226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yRHg-s8R_VU/TaSvOMOmAGI/AAAAAAAAF40/9FPjWYIRt5s/s400/4-6-11%2B036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And her little literary-loving heart might be inclined to purchase a darling, little ornament made from a vintage copy of Jane Austen's &lt;em&gt;Emma&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594789288135211442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LYPzVCfG0XQ/TaSvNxB1ubI/AAAAAAAAF4s/n5QJ0B7Iz64/s400/4-6-11%2B039.JPG" /&gt;Which would arrive in this adorable little, linen bag. And when the seller learns that the ornament is to be hung in the nursery of a new, little baby girl named Emma, she might offer to change the ribbon color to pink for your mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dMcFixa7UOg/TaSvAy0_J7I/AAAAAAAAF4k/Sy2MWa7zJfc/s1600/4-6-11%2B041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594789065279874994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dMcFixa7UOg/TaSvAy0_J7I/AAAAAAAAF4k/Sy2MWa7zJfc/s400/4-6-11%2B041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And because she is such a generous seller, she might include an extra, little gift all wrapped up so vintagey and cute with a wax seal and string.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fi6t4Z5acqM/TaSvAkuObmI/AAAAAAAAF4c/D9wBfWAMZCM/s1600/4-6-11%2B042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594789061493419618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fi6t4Z5acqM/TaSvAkuObmI/AAAAAAAAF4c/D9wBfWAMZCM/s400/4-6-11%2B042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And it might be tied up in a sweet, little pink bag. And your mama and sisters might squeal multiple times as they open all of these little goodies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eI6YSORbNKk/TaSvAeGIP-I/AAAAAAAAF4U/wj91NL84Kb0/s1600/4-6-11%2B043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594789059714629602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eI6YSORbNKk/TaSvAeGIP-I/AAAAAAAAF4U/wj91NL84Kb0/s400/4-6-11%2B043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And it might just be a cute necklace made out of the same old book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rw4oRAn3M2Q/TaSvARpbrgI/AAAAAAAAF4M/NcClJkfnZn8/s1600/4-6-11%2B045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594789056373042690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rw4oRAn3M2Q/TaSvARpbrgI/AAAAAAAAF4M/NcClJkfnZn8/s400/4-6-11%2B045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And it might include your name on one side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NAe7-kixnhU/TaSvABE6rBI/AAAAAAAAF4E/ic2IB2iR7OM/s1600/4-6-11%2B046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594789051924917266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NAe7-kixnhU/TaSvABE6rBI/AAAAAAAAF4E/ic2IB2iR7OM/s400/4-6-11%2B046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Mr. Knightley's on the other. (You'll understand about this when you get bigger.) And then your big sister might begin negotiating to wear this necklace to the hospital when she comes to see you for the first time. And your mama will say, "Yes." And before she realizes it, your mama might be third in line to wear that little necklace. And she will think it's just so sweet. Because, after all, she has a brand-new baby girl named Emma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-1957836489947041830?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/1957836489947041830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=1957836489947041830' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/1957836489947041830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/1957836489947041830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-your-name-is-emma.html' title='when your name is emma...'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UfMfKdageKo/TdMz7_oZS5I/AAAAAAAAGDI/WdxCE3UQuiQ/s72-c/4-14-11%2B024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-1719222771606846769</id><published>2011-05-18T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T07:00:13.910-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joey'/><title type='text'>his emmie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E-LfnzaICvY/TdMvNH4DqjI/AAAAAAAAGDA/Q2x8cg-18js/s1600/5-6-11%2B066%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607877863505373746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E-LfnzaICvY/TdMvNH4DqjI/AAAAAAAAGDA/Q2x8cg-18js/s400/5-6-11%2B066%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;May I gush about my Man-child and his new baby sister for a few minutes? He simply &lt;em&gt;adores&lt;/em&gt; her. It is one of the most precious things ever to this mommy. He is so gentle and careful with her. Her nursery is right across the hall from his room and he loves being the first one in her room every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L7PpXziT7bo/TdMvNOa5_GI/AAAAAAAAGC4/MhZteQcUJ4Y/s1600/5-6-11%2B056%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 353px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607877865262152802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L7PpXziT7bo/TdMvNOa5_GI/AAAAAAAAGC4/MhZteQcUJ4Y/s400/5-6-11%2B056%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He talks to her and kisses her head. Then he kisses her cheek and tells me how nice it was. And then a few minutes later, he does the same thing and gives me the same report. And he repeats that many times throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uqC7LNJ_NxQ/TdMvMlzGEFI/AAAAAAAAGCw/rK6lMA09-pE/s1600/5-6-11%2B046%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 360px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607877854357753938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uqC7LNJ_NxQ/TdMvMlzGEFI/AAAAAAAAGCw/rK6lMA09-pE/s400/5-6-11%2B046%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the day she came home from the hospital, he has referred to her as "his Emmie." It's his own little pet name for her, and it melts my heart to hear him croon in a high voice, "Hello, Emmie!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5O7dJZeZuAQ/TdMvMCn8VCI/AAAAAAAAGCo/5lH--It1414/s1600/5-6-11%2B048%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607877844915737634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5O7dJZeZuAQ/TdMvMCn8VCI/AAAAAAAAGCo/5lH--It1414/s400/5-6-11%2B048%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He sings to her and talks to her to calm her when she's fussy. He changes her diaper trash without complaining. And one day when she is old enough to understand, I just know she will realize how blessed she is to have such a wonderful big brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-1719222771606846769?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/1719222771606846769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=1719222771606846769' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/1719222771606846769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/1719222771606846769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/05/his-emmie.html' title='his emmie'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E-LfnzaICvY/TdMvNH4DqjI/AAAAAAAAGDA/Q2x8cg-18js/s72-c/5-6-11%2B066%2B-%2BCopy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-29081664090025735</id><published>2011-05-17T09:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T09:12:44.975-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma'/><title type='text'>a little bit of sugar to brighten this Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kMCG1X5A49Y/TdJ0A5kPqbI/AAAAAAAAGCg/g8EZw5G5Xoc/s1600/5-14-11%2B027%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607672044831353266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kMCG1X5A49Y/TdJ0A5kPqbI/AAAAAAAAGCg/g8EZw5G5Xoc/s400/5-14-11%2B027%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-29081664090025735?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/29081664090025735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=29081664090025735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/29081664090025735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/29081664090025735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/05/little-bit-of-sugar-to-brighten-this.html' title='a little bit of sugar to brighten this Tuesday'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kMCG1X5A49Y/TdJ0A5kPqbI/AAAAAAAAGCg/g8EZw5G5Xoc/s72-c/5-14-11%2B027%2B-%2BCopy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-6912659069564439446</id><published>2011-05-16T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T07:00:08.050-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>things found in a big family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PJUju4u2bLo/Tc7ytDObXzI/AAAAAAAAGCY/8U6-DlRgPWE/s1600/088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606685441896701746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PJUju4u2bLo/Tc7ytDObXzI/AAAAAAAAGCY/8U6-DlRgPWE/s400/088.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; {a playful spirit}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-63bGaEBF-7s/Tc7ys2JCXRI/AAAAAAAAGCQ/XKE9hYwbSLc/s1600/089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606685438384430354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-63bGaEBF-7s/Tc7ys2JCXRI/AAAAAAAAGCQ/XKE9hYwbSLc/s400/089.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{a lot of action}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606685241102247346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OnZd1zizqPk/Tc7yhXNTJbI/AAAAAAAAGCI/Kr3n06uVYhY/s400/086.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{the ability to multi-task...and sleep through noise}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fipaFyxpa6M/Tc7yhII4_7I/AAAAAAAAGCA/wjF-fM-oFPM/s1600/087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606685237057224626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fipaFyxpa6M/Tc7yhII4_7I/AAAAAAAAGCA/wjF-fM-oFPM/s400/087.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; {a sense of humor}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u_f2vLaBH5g/Tc7yg0mNgoI/AAAAAAAAGB4/2Yk7Q3VVgxY/s1600/098%2B-%2BCopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606685231811494530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u_f2vLaBH5g/Tc7yg0mNgoI/AAAAAAAAGB4/2Yk7Q3VVgxY/s400/098%2B-%2BCopy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{and best of all, a lot of love}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4897283727088360978-6912659069564439446?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/6912659069564439446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=6912659069564439446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/6912659069564439446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/6912659069564439446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/05/things-found-in-big-family.html' title='things found in a big family'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PJUju4u2bLo/Tc7ytDObXzI/AAAAAAAAGCY/8U6-DlRgPWE/s72-c/088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-3834411250099030</id><published>2011-05-15T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T07:00:01.871-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma'/><title type='text'>{5 days}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iVounlivv0A/Tc7tNmcJ8vI/AAAAAAAAGBw/dOucRGq38ww/s1600/028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606679404035568370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iVounlivv0A/Tc7tNmcJ8vI/AAAAAAAAGBw/dOucRGq38ww/s400/028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When Emma was five days old, one of my dear friends came over and took some beautiful pictures of her. They have turned into some of my favorite images of all time. I hope you enjoy them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HCqwAJ6nqWk/Tc7tNYyCMbI/AAAAAAAAGBo/JGnQjRhh4nM/s1600/032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606679400369238450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HCqwAJ6nqWk/Tc7tNYyCMbI/AAAAAAAAGBo/JGnQjRhh4nM/s400/032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yZBa-TjkaaY/Tc7tCClzSmI/AAAAAAAAGBg/u-KNbGp05jE/s1600/036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606679205433789026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yZBa-TjkaaY/Tc7tCClzSmI/AAAAAAAAGBg/u-KNbGp05jE/s400/036.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eICVZMK9em8/Tc7tB2f6JHI/AAAAAAAAGBY/BTpWZo22doc/s1600/042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606679202187846770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eICVZMK9em8/Tc7tB2f6JHI/AAAAAAAAGBY/BTpWZo22doc/s400/042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9P75ZHSqvtA/Tc7tBmuO77I/AAAAAAAAGBQ/yMJS498XkJs/s1600/043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606679197952962482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9P75ZHSqvtA/Tc7tBmuO77I/AAAAAAAAGBQ/yMJS498XkJs/s400/043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjryX03qgKc/Tc7sx2-OiyI/AAAAAAAAGBI/9hARPKUEvIQ/s1600/044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606678927437105954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qjryX03qgKc/Tc7sx2-OiyI/AAAAAAAAGBI/9hARPKUEvIQ/s400/044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IVu9VrR3itg/Tc7sxs1ekmI/AAAAAAAAGBA/hMRRbSeKq_U/s1600/048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606678924716053090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IVu9VrR3itg/Tc7sxs1ekmI/AAAAAAAAGBA/hMRRbSeKq_U/s400/048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DvsTos8u0HA/Tc7sxS-VOUI/AAAAAAAAGA4/f6X-7zuucLA/s1600/054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606678917773867330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DvsTos8u0HA/Tc7sxS-VOUI/AAAAAAAAGA4/f6X-7zuucLA/s400/054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4qtYDLnZJiA/Tc7sB1kKOcI/AAAAAAAAGAo/VCRYM_AtI_Y/s1600/125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606678102425614786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4qtYDLnZJiA/Tc7sB1kKOcI/AAAAAAAAGAo/VCRYM_AtI_Y/s400/125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y0HYGtTD3nw/Tc7sBilP_yI/AAAAAAAAGAg/DYhulRqizWg/s1600/129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606678097329913634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y0HYGtTD3nw/Tc7sBilP_yI/AAAAAAAAGAg/DYhulRqizWg/s400/129.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Auoeu0Oqg4k/Tc7sBal0kEI/AAAAAAAAGAY/jym0eaMaqpk/s1600/139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606678095184826434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Auoeu0Oqg4k/Tc7sBal0kEI/AAAAAAAAGAY/jym0eaMaqpk/s400/139.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r3tU97VADzg/Tc7rsZBBFbI/AAAAAAAAGAQ/ZqGr2wla-2o/s1600/141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606677733984769458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r3tU97VADzg/Tc7rsZBBFbI/AAAAAAAAGAQ/ZqGr2wla-2o/s400/141.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mWBVJbxs130/Tc7rsE6RjSI/AAAAAAAAGAI/RouWeshKVFI/s1600/144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606677728587779362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mWBVJbxs130/Tc7rsE6RjSI/AAAAAAAAGAI/RouWeshKVFI/s400/144.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ldjwrL6ltU0/Tc7rrxPGlTI/AAAAAAAAGAA/l9RRcQxYVEI/s1600/160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606677723306431794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ldjwrL6ltU0/Tc7rrxPGlTI/AAAAAAAAGAA/l9RRcQxYVEI/s400/160.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7WWTrNOiaq8/Tc7rYsyfYWI/AAAAAAAAF_4/_p4rgeo96Kw/s1600/164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606677395695165794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7WWTrNOiaq8/Tc7rYsyfYWI/AAAAAAAAF_4/_p4rgeo96Kw/s400/164.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0BZYDlYXQS8/Tc7rYfJc3cI/AAAAAAAAF_w/GRNBFKIABMM/s1600/168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606677392033373634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0BZYDlYXQS8/Tc7rYfJc3cI/AAAAAAAAF_w/GRNBFKIABMM/s400/168.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606676596854925474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uehBjP-FZWA/Tc7qqM4IqKI/AAAAAAAAF_Y/AauBM2bQ0JM/s400/173.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NeJsaC0rXq4/Tc7qeh60v-I/AAAAAAAAF_Q/sbTb2XJgAOY/s1600/186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606676396344917986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NeJsaC0rXq4/Tc7qeh60v-I/AAAAAAAAF_Q/sbTb2XJgAOY/s400/186.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmKTh1nFVHY/Tc7qeVMZwQI/AAAAAAAAF_I/zYSmnCNGW3Y/s1600/197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606676392928985346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmKTh1nFVHY/Tc7qeVMZwQI/AAAAAAAAF_I/zYSmnCNGW3Y/s400/197.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 347px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606352830586388530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Odk-hZeYKiM/Tc3EMhibgDI/AAAAAAAAF-4/JbMtLWzQJVg/s400/4-25-11%2B047%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm three weeks old now, so I thought I would let you know what life has been like for me on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cGnPP0uY2SE/Tc3EMXlfRmI/AAAAAAAAF-w/G6kRCc0Rpd4/s1600/4-25-11%2B004%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 354px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606352827914864226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cGnPP0uY2SE/Tc3EMXlfRmI/AAAAAAAAF-w/G6kRCc0Rpd4/s400/4-25-11%2B004%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have a loving family. A lot of them came to meet me in the hospital. I slept through most of my time there, but Mommy and Daddy say it was a nice time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4OKq4ov1OAs/Tc3EMKulzpI/AAAAAAAAF-o/jTfRiJYM4uQ/s1600/4-25-11%2B021%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606352824463380114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4OKq4ov1OAs/Tc3EMKulzpI/AAAAAAAAF-o/jTfRiJYM4uQ/s400/4-25-11%2B021%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my Auntie Katina and cousin Sophia. They came to see me in the hospital and Auntie crocheted a beautiful flower hat for me to wear. But my head was too tiny, so my bear wore it instead. Auntie is having fun finding cute, little new or like-new smocked dresses for me to wear. My closet is filling up! Mommy smocked me my first homemade dress, but I will let her tell you about that some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M8aDDhNL5gI/Tc3ELwVrlfI/AAAAAAAAF-g/f_Ue1bPdtw0/s1600/4-25-11%2B035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606352817379579378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M8aDDhNL5gI/Tc3ELwVrlfI/AAAAAAAAF-g/f_Ue1bPdtw0/s400/4-25-11%2B035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy and Mommy took me home a little early and we all really liked getting away from the noise and interruptions of the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qpFUykwu8kA/Tc3ELsXiK2I/AAAAAAAAF-Y/CiHGlxpw_5w/s1600/4-25-11%2B037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606352816313609058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qpFUykwu8kA/Tc3ELsXiK2I/AAAAAAAAF-Y/CiHGlxpw_5w/s400/4-25-11%2B037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mommy gets teary every time she looks at this picture, because it reminds her of how nice it was to bring me home from the hospital. I really like this new house of mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uj9k_gzoOHk/Tc3DUqBFAHI/AAAAAAAAF-Q/VT1zB3oz05E/s1600/4-25-11%2B069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606351870789746802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Uj9k_gzoOHk/Tc3DUqBFAHI/AAAAAAAAF-Q/VT1zB3oz05E/s400/4-25-11%2B069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some more visitors once we got home from the hospital. I was happy that my Uncle John and Aunt Sherry from Ohio were in town so I could meet them when I was brand new! I can't wait until they give me a little cousin to play with. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TwhzPvoAQQY/Tc3DUTJ_kOI/AAAAAAAAF-I/t4NsRCiLDno/s1600/4-25-11%2B064%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 398px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606351864653123810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TwhzPvoAQQY/Tc3DUTJ_kOI/AAAAAAAAF-I/t4NsRCiLDno/s400/4-25-11%2B064%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auntie Michelle and cousin Maria came to visit me too! They brought treats for everyone in the house and some &lt;em&gt;more &lt;/em&gt;cute dresses for me. Tsk, tsk, what&lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; am I going to do with such a lovely wardrobe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l_qgf5xupKc/Tc3DULDViQI/AAAAAAAAF-A/MIutP_-h8tA/s1600/4-25-11%2B091%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606351862477719810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l_qgf5xupKc/Tc3DULDViQI/AAAAAAAAF-A/MIutP_-h8tA/s400/4-25-11%2B091%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On my first Easter, I went to Pop-pop and Mimi's house for the first time. I think I am really going to like that place in the future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-anjK3-eLi54/Tc3DT9QomII/AAAAAAAAF94/RU9aEoKeL_E/s1600/5-3-11%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606351858775398530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-anjK3-eLi54/Tc3DT9QomII/AAAAAAAAF94/RU9aEoKeL_E/s400/5-3-11%2B017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;{in my Easter dress} &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first week home from the hospital was sweet and wonderful! Daddy stayed home with us all week, friends and loved ones brought us yummy food, and the big kids began loving on me immediately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ht1rNd9SPYI/Tc3DToJlhbI/AAAAAAAAF9w/7hiIKeVWqVs/s1600/4-25-11%2B129%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606351853108692402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ht1rNd9SPYI/Tc3DToJlhbI/AAAAAAAAF9w/7hiIKeVWqVs/s400/4-25-11%2B129%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They like to dress me up in all sorts of cute hats and headbands and play toys with me. Lily takes pictures of me and Mommy enjoys finding photographic evidence of all of the funny things they do with me...like bringing me lots of "friends" to play with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vu0eNgnAeAI/Tc3CjPpcbSI/AAAAAAAAF9o/K9qpBUVIIX8/s1600/5-12-11%2B027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606351021897706786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vu0eNgnAeAI/Tc3CjPpcbSI/AAAAAAAAF9o/K9qpBUVIIX8/s400/5-12-11%2B027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PhGV9B9UBso/Tc3Ci8lE_kI/AAAAAAAAF9g/EC-3g-p9sz4/s1600/4-28-11%2B025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606351016779120194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PhGV9B9UBso/Tc3Ci8lE_kI/AAAAAAAAF9g/EC-3g-p9sz4/s400/4-28-11%2B025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gracie picks flowers for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-quLXxbcjOIo/Tc3Cis003CI/AAAAAAAAF9Y/6VEMqfLl5yE/s1600/4-28-11%2B030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606351012550204450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-quLXxbcjOIo/Tc3Cis003CI/AAAAAAAAF9Y/6VEMqfLl5yE/s400/4-28-11%2B030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HG0FpcK-9MI/Tc3CiM5wjJI/AAAAAAAAF9Q/dbdsPtWkkj8/s1600/4-28-11%2B033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606351003980958866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HG0FpcK-9MI/Tc3CiM5wjJI/AAAAAAAAF9Q/dbdsPtWkkj8/s400/4-28-11%2B033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Lily made a potholder just for me! Mommy uses it as a coaster in my nursery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uCTwlDr8skY/Tc3CiFy_PVI/AAAAAAAAF9I/YmTAaelDZ68/s1600/5-6-11%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606351002073513298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uCTwlDr8skY/Tc3CiFy_PVI/AAAAAAAAF9I/YmTAaelDZ68/s400/5-6-11%2B031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My big sisters and I have matching nightgowns. They told me they have been waiting months to have all three girls matching together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LW9Sb-n7Ij4/Tc3BP3Pf9QI/AAAAAAAAF9A/DZFj9fCkgjE/s1600/5-9-11%2B047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606349589417293058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LW9Sb-n7Ij4/Tc3BP3Pf9QI/AAAAAAAAF9A/DZFj9fCkgjE/s400/5-9-11%2B047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My umbilical cord fell off earlier this week and I was able to get my first bath! The big kids had been telling me how much I would love it, so I was pretty excited about the event. There were five spectators there and it turned out to be just as much fun as I was expecting! And Mommy was so busy that all she got was a blurry, albeit cute, picture of my first bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4M2xWAKqts0/Tc3BPu5zTII/AAAAAAAAF84/7UWT3Tpz8jY/s1600/5-13-11%2B043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606349587178802306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4M2xWAKqts0/Tc3BPu5zTII/AAAAAAAAF84/7UWT3Tpz8jY/s400/5-13-11%2B043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been a pretty, busy girl. In my short three weeks, I've been to the park twice, been shopping with Mommy and Auntie, slept through piano lessons twice, been to swimming class a few times, met all sorts of wonderful people at church several times and taken more trips to the car dealership than Mommy wishes to count. :) Mommy says this is what it is like to be a family of six: fun and loving, but BUSY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ehpy1fbwM7M/Tc3BPVxtQbI/AAAAAAAAF8w/XrSBMY2LOgM/s1600/5-12-11%2B163%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606349580433965490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ehpy1fbwM7M/Tc3BPVxtQbI/AAAAAAAAF8w/XrSBMY2LOgM/s400/5-12-11%2B163%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lily and Daddy got very sick the week after I was born. They weren't able to hold me and kiss me for a few days and that just about broke their hearts. Mommy had the battery die in our car at critical moments, and also had the terrifying experience of brake failure while driving with her four precious ones in the van. Yes, my first three weeks have been action-packed! But I normally sleep through everything. I'm pretty laid-back like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wxkWREU3gwc/Tc3BPPJqNyI/AAAAAAAAF8o/xid_Tv94Wmw/s1600/5-12-11%2B168%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 369px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606349578655381282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wxkWREU3gwc/Tc3BPPJqNyI/AAAAAAAAF8o/xid_Tv94Wmw/s400/5-12-11%2B168%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mommy says that she loves this new life and wouldn't trade it for the world! And she seems pleased to see me in the middle of the night, so I think I'll keep up my pattern so I still get to see her smiling face at least once or twice in the night. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GVSLiZ_uDQE/Tc3BO-G0RKI/AAAAAAAAF8g/d61YLnXZyG4/s1600/5-12-11%2B153%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 335px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606349574080054434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GVSLiZ_uDQE/Tc3BO-G0RKI/AAAAAAAAF8g/d61YLnXZyG4/s400/5-12-11%2B153%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have a pretty good life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-2716029070071279565?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/2716029070071279565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=2716029070071279565' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/2716029070071279565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/2716029070071279565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/05/emmas-first-three-weeks-in-her-own.html' title='emma&apos;s first three weeks {in her own words}'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Odk-hZeYKiM/Tc3EMhibgDI/AAAAAAAAF-4/JbMtLWzQJVg/s72-c/4-25-11%2B047%2B-%2BCopy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-4731305155517770964</id><published>2011-05-13T19:20:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T20:16:19.248-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Man'/><title type='text'>in the arms of her daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fB9296zNsVo/Tc29Dn9zChI/AAAAAAAAF8Y/qP0qTOf5gk0/s1600/5-13-11%2B067%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606344981111573010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fB9296zNsVo/Tc29Dn9zChI/AAAAAAAAF8Y/qP0qTOf5gk0/s400/5-13-11%2B067%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YFSgBLu05OE/Tc29DdjuyII/AAAAAAAAF8Q/BgAafRDJiTk/s1600/5-13-11%2B064%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606344978317887618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YFSgBLu05OE/Tc29DdjuyII/AAAAAAAAF8Q/BgAafRDJiTk/s400/5-13-11%2B064%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606344977081516578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yrfOhSuEL-U/Tc29DY89QiI/AAAAAAAAF8I/iiXiZsbn06A/s400/5-13-11%2B071%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;I can't think of a better place for a little girl to be. Daddy's strong arms wrapped around a child remind me of one of my favorite verses...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The eternal God is thy refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deuteronomy 33:27&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/4897283727088360978-4731305155517770964?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/4731305155517770964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=4731305155517770964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/4731305155517770964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/4731305155517770964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/05/in-arms-of-her-daddy.html' title='in the arms of her daddy'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fB9296zNsVo/Tc29Dn9zChI/AAAAAAAAF8Y/qP0qTOf5gk0/s72-c/5-13-11%2B067%2B-%2BCopy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-6687640246949393000</id><published>2011-05-06T21:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T11:39:46.869-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joey'/><title type='text'>the best thing to have for a baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tUdRADjIC4E/TcSgEAJbWoI/AAAAAAAAF7Y/_LMrr2d6Qb8/s1600/4-30-11%2B037%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 360px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603779826975201922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tUdRADjIC4E/TcSgEAJbWoI/AAAAAAAAF7Y/_LMrr2d6Qb8/s400/4-30-11%2B037%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ten years ago, when I was nine months pregnant with our first child, our friends and loved ones threw a beautiful baby shower for me to help me prepare for our little dearie. We received all sorts of lovely gifts including many different gadgets and gizmos that I &lt;em&gt;needed&lt;/em&gt; in order to care for our baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AGgBLFMs9VE/TcSgD3vbhdI/AAAAAAAAF7Q/uFeEIlw51IQ/s1600/4-30-11%2B045%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603779824718677458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AGgBLFMs9VE/TcSgD3vbhdI/AAAAAAAAF7Q/uFeEIlw51IQ/s400/4-30-11%2B045%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But what nobody told me is that one of these is all that I needed: an almost-ten-year old. Too bad I couldn't have scanned one of these onto my baby registry back then. I could have really used one when I was a newbie mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603779822043927202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_pSFsTwRaA4/TcSgDtxuEqI/AAAAAAAAF7I/vfvZqfeMkco/s400/4-30-11%2B044%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sure is a big help to me. And Emma seems to really like her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QB0RUKvK0Kk/TcSgDbGHDCI/AAAAAAAAF7A/gmMioEne9_w/s1600/5-6-11%2B066%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603779817029176354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QB0RUKvK0Kk/TcSgDbGHDCI/AAAAAAAAF7A/gmMioEne9_w/s400/5-6-11%2B066%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the almost-eight-year old brother version is a wonderful second choice. I would've taken one of these back then too. I didn't have either of these with my first three babies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kX8-YQDGC4I/TcSe2KeP2KI/AAAAAAAAF64/dNqVkg_Q2QI/s1600/4-30-11%2B048%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603778489717086370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kX8-YQDGC4I/TcSe2KeP2KI/AAAAAAAAF64/dNqVkg_Q2QI/s400/4-30-11%2B048%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's too bad. Because the big siblings have been one of the best things about having the fourth child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-6687640246949393000?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/6687640246949393000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=6687640246949393000' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/6687640246949393000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/6687640246949393000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/05/best-thing-to-have-for-baby.html' title='the best thing to have for a baby'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tUdRADjIC4E/TcSgEAJbWoI/AAAAAAAAF7Y/_LMrr2d6Qb8/s72-c/4-30-11%2B037%2B-%2BCopy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-671042723573880931</id><published>2011-05-05T14:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T14:40:15.426-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma'/><title type='text'>{sweet dreams}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NMYkDpVHAis/TcLu3t22SpI/AAAAAAAAF6s/jrjwt9_Tloo/s1600/5-3-11%2B074%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603303527372180114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NMYkDpVHAis/TcLu3t22SpI/AAAAAAAAF6s/jrjwt9_Tloo/s400/5-3-11%2B074%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TISweP1yLWk/TcLuqZFZxwI/AAAAAAAAF6k/M640DClPo4w/s1600/5-3-11%2B099%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603303298457782018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TISweP1yLWk/TcLuqZFZxwI/AAAAAAAAF6k/M640DClPo4w/s400/5-3-11%2B099%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-671042723573880931?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/671042723573880931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=671042723573880931' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/671042723573880931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/671042723573880931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/05/sweet-dreams.html' title='{sweet dreams}'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NMYkDpVHAis/TcLu3t22SpI/AAAAAAAAF6s/jrjwt9_Tloo/s72-c/5-3-11%2B074%2B-%2BCopy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-8473709722469404972</id><published>2011-04-29T13:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T13:56:15.940-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This Mommy&apos;s Heart'/><title type='text'>Yes, my precious baby, you are welcome...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eAWk8ZI-_iI/Tbr6Y14PqsI/AAAAAAAAF6U/1_D2ej8GSWk/s1600/172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601064391275424450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eAWk8ZI-_iI/Tbr6Y14PqsI/AAAAAAAAF6U/1_D2ej8GSWk/s400/172.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Here is a sweet, fragrant mouth to kiss;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601064391116404386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5aciGWIXBv4/Tbr6Y1SVNqI/AAAAAAAAF6M/BShRi3L14qk/s400/139.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...here are two more feet to make music with their pattering &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;about my nursery. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here is a soul to train for God, and the body in which it dwells is worth all it will cost, since it is the abode of a kingly tenant. I may see less of friends, but I have gained one dearer than them all, to whom, while I minister in Christ’s name, I make a willing sacrifice of what little leisure for my own recreation, my other darlings had left me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601064387501374706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8yBIoPpgJyI/Tbr6Yn0cPPI/AAAAAAAAF6E/6cd8VmUULn0/s400/125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, my precious baby, you are welcome to your mother’s heart, welcome to her time, her strength, her health, her life-long prayers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Elizabeth Prentiss - from &lt;em&gt;Stepping Heavenward &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-8473709722469404972?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/8473709722469404972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=8473709722469404972' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/8473709722469404972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/8473709722469404972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/04/here-is-sweet-fragrant-mouth-to-kiss.html' title='Yes, my precious baby, you are welcome...'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eAWk8ZI-_iI/Tbr6Y14PqsI/AAAAAAAAF6U/1_D2ej8GSWk/s72-c/172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-4659197772235101906</id><published>2011-04-28T07:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T07:00:08.705-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>where the pretty things are {emma's nursery}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fXwfsruVdUU/TaSkVTGX5oI/AAAAAAAAF3c/CxxmpMw5iwo/s1600/4-6-11%2B010%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594777322912212610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fXwfsruVdUU/TaSkVTGX5oI/AAAAAAAAF3c/CxxmpMw5iwo/s400/4-6-11%2B010%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as we found out we were expecting our fourth child, I got excited about getting to decorate a nursery again! We had been using our fourth bedroom as a playroom since we moved into this house, so it started as a blank slate. When we found out we were expecting a little girl, I chose a soothing gray/pink/white color palette. Rather than go super shabby-chic/cottage which is kindof what I have going on in the big girls' room, I wanted something a little more *elegant.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YD3NI8y4LRM/TaSkVDi6zaI/AAAAAAAAF3U/OWyKBwPtng8/s1600/4-6-11%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594777318736973218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YD3NI8y4LRM/TaSkVDi6zaI/AAAAAAAAF3U/OWyKBwPtng8/s400/4-6-11%2B013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We still had all of the nursery furniture that we used for all three children. I found that little table on clearance at Marshall's because I have always wanted to have a spot to set stuff while I sit in the glider with the baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-upnJmhpAw8g/TaSkU-l4YBI/AAAAAAAAF3M/Mmm1zfQZvtY/s1600/4-6-11%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594777317407219730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-upnJmhpAw8g/TaSkU-l4YBI/AAAAAAAAF3M/Mmm1zfQZvtY/s400/4-6-11%2B016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There's the dresser that Scott refinished. Hanging a huge mirror behind it made it look bigger, because it looked pretty small in her room when we first moved it in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uyog-x7VFbQ/TaSkUjzkp-I/AAAAAAAAF3E/8_EELz-snBM/s1600/4-6-11%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594777310216890338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uyog-x7VFbQ/TaSkUjzkp-I/AAAAAAAAF3E/8_EELz-snBM/s400/4-6-11%2B018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have some plans for the wall above the changing table, but I have to wait until I have some photos of the baby to incorporate into what I want to do there. So for now, this space is unfinished. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7GmYH6zrKYk/TaSkAu59c0I/AAAAAAAAF28/uEVaHK832aY/s1600/4-6-11%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594776969599087426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7GmYH6zrKYk/TaSkAu59c0I/AAAAAAAAF28/uEVaHK832aY/s400/4-6-11%2B021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While perusing the internet, I saw some pretty flower mobiles and knew that I wanted to do something similar over the crib. Then I stumbled upon&lt;a href="http://jonesdesigncompany.com/baby/a-mobile-that-isn%E2%80%99t-a-mobile"&gt; this tutorial &lt;/a&gt;and after &lt;em&gt;two&lt;/em&gt; trips to Hobby Lobby to get enough roses to cover the wreath frame, I finished it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ac0zcmMoBaI/TaSkAICzDRI/AAAAAAAAF20/2U08DmLRLfU/s1600/4-6-11%2B024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594776959167171858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ac0zcmMoBaI/TaSkAICzDRI/AAAAAAAAF20/2U08DmLRLfU/s400/4-6-11%2B024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That is her verse embroidery that I did after we &lt;a href="http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/04/whole-emmas-name.html"&gt;chose her name&lt;/a&gt;. Again, I am a&lt;em&gt; very&lt;/em&gt; beginner embroiderer (is that a word?) and really don't have a clue about embroidery work, but I kindof like the vintage/imperfect look of it. And now I want to embroider things for every room of the house. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TFbs3hNR4oA/TaSj_Rw_amI/AAAAAAAAF2k/HnXWX4204Bw/s1600/4-6-11%2B026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594776944596970082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TFbs3hNR4oA/TaSj_Rw_amI/AAAAAAAAF2k/HnXWX4204Bw/s400/4-6-11%2B026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ydem2nLwZEM/TaSj_P4ssbI/AAAAAAAAF2c/QnZsg7e8MKg/s1600/4-6-11%2B027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594776944092426674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ydem2nLwZEM/TaSj_P4ssbI/AAAAAAAAF2c/QnZsg7e8MKg/s400/4-6-11%2B027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LqvqqRag7IM/TaSjj38mYVI/AAAAAAAAF2U/LbYtnu1aMFQ/s1600/4-6-11%2B030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594776473809871186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LqvqqRag7IM/TaSjj38mYVI/AAAAAAAAF2U/LbYtnu1aMFQ/s400/4-6-11%2B030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh dear, what &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; will she wear on her head?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VR_U_4hPEHE/TaSjjuunZiI/AAAAAAAAF2M/2UjdfseI98E/s1600/4-6-11%2B032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594776471335298594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VR_U_4hPEHE/TaSjjuunZiI/AAAAAAAAF2M/2UjdfseI98E/s400/4-6-11%2B032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Eiffel Tower is actually her first piggy bank. The big kids think it's the coolest thing in the nursery!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZJfjvLtrXw/TaSjjTWf6jI/AAAAAAAAF2E/oEeokklQJPI/s1600/4-6-11%2B033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594776463986387506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZJfjvLtrXw/TaSjjTWf6jI/AAAAAAAAF2E/oEeokklQJPI/s400/4-6-11%2B033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I got the silver shoe at Hobby Lobby because I wanted to inject some vintage silver items into the room...plus it compliments the gray/pink/white theme so nicely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2l20C6MJHsc/TaSjjKVIRJI/AAAAAAAAF18/SeWhX258HAM/s1600/4-6-11%2B048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594776461564724370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2l20C6MJHsc/TaSjjKVIRJI/AAAAAAAAF18/SeWhX258HAM/s400/4-6-11%2B048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nIHK6huMvVM/TaSjiyZhItI/AAAAAAAAF10/20qGlHpJCHA/s1600/4-6-11%2B064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594776455140680402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nIHK6huMvVM/TaSjiyZhItI/AAAAAAAAF10/20qGlHpJCHA/s400/4-6-11%2B064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are way too practical to replace the ceiling fan with a crystal chandelier, though I think it would look absolutely darling in here. So I squealed out loud when I found this crystal chandelier wall-hanging at Hobby Lobby! It goes perfectly, and no rewiring and lack of summer ventilation is required. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are still some more things I want to do in here. But for now, we all like how it turned out. ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--m2mGcMUks0/TbiKoMNHDjI/AAAAAAAAF58/xNUIMTCYQzs/s1600/4-25-11%2B060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600378559710826034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--m2mGcMUks0/TbiKoMNHDjI/AAAAAAAAF58/xNUIMTCYQzs/s400/4-25-11%2B060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And we think it's the perfect place ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6aY6ldBsIX0/TbiKnyFepzI/AAAAAAAAF50/RShtaHmHBHI/s1600/4-25-11%2B059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600378552699496242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6aY6ldBsIX0/TbiKnyFepzI/AAAAAAAAF50/RShtaHmHBHI/s400/4-25-11%2B059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...to admire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cC3NlQsax-Y/TbiKngCAkXI/AAAAAAAAF5s/zSAeKglOBkg/s1600/4-25-11%2B054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600378547853103474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cC3NlQsax-Y/TbiKngCAkXI/AAAAAAAAF5s/zSAeKglOBkg/s400/4-25-11%2B054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...our sleeping princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-4659197772235101906?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/4659197772235101906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=4659197772235101906' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/4659197772235101906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/4659197772235101906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/04/where-pretty-things-are-emmas-nursery.html' title='where the pretty things are {emma&apos;s nursery}'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fXwfsruVdUU/TaSkVTGX5oI/AAAAAAAAF3c/CxxmpMw5iwo/s72-c/4-6-11%2B010%2B-%2BCopy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-1020168732181005074</id><published>2011-04-27T07:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T09:32:23.892-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>whole {emma's name}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hxMULJGN1fI/TbgZx5Fg36I/AAAAAAAAF5k/dBSnIIYE24c/s1600/4-6-11%2B051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600254481563443106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hxMULJGN1fI/TbgZx5Fg36I/AAAAAAAAF5k/dBSnIIYE24c/s400/4-6-11%2B051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;{Emma Kathleen}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the very God of peace sanctify you wholly;&lt;br /&gt;and I pray God your whole spirit and soul and body be preserved&lt;br /&gt;blameless unto the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Thessalonians 5:23 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IN1TUZLAkxs/TaSp-4OMqxI/AAAAAAAAF30/kCZsa6ATMcw/s1600/4-6-11%2B052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594783534809918226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IN1TUZLAkxs/TaSp-4OMqxI/AAAAAAAAF30/kCZsa6ATMcw/s400/4-6-11%2B052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scott and I were too busy to even begin to discuss baby names until after our twenty-week ultrasound when we found out that we were expecting another little girl. Emma is a name that we have loved for ten years since we were expecting Lily. In fact, we came close to naming her Emma all of the way up to an hour after she was born! And we both knew that we really wanted to use Scott's mom's name, Kathleen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SjAtdyg7mWY/TaSp-q_PaZI/AAAAAAAAF3s/ARiP72kGzVw/s1600/4-6-11%2B055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594783531257522578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SjAtdyg7mWY/TaSp-q_PaZI/AAAAAAAAF3s/ARiP72kGzVw/s400/4-6-11%2B055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we wanted to be really sure of the name and it's meaning. When I first looked up the meaning of Emma which is "whole, universal" something clicked right away for me. The idea of preserving our children whole and blameless is one that we have been discussing and praying about quite a bit lately. Since our oldest is on the verge of the tween/teen years, we are already beginning to deal with issues and have conversations about this very topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As parents, there is nothing that we want more for our children than that they be preserved and presented to the Lord whole and blameless at His coming. That they might be used of Him in a mighty, pure, and complete way. The meaning of Emma's name and the &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1" version="'KJV"&gt;verse&lt;/a&gt; that the Lord kept bringing to us fit in with that perfectly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594783524271404434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7oPzc7njarc/TaSp-Q9ntZI/AAAAAAAAF3k/KDEie7lmLZg/s400/4-6-11%2B062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it didn't take long for us to settle on Emma Kathleen for our fourth blessing! And as a bonus, she gets the adorable Emma-Kate as her own nick-name. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ter5iiYGCis/TbdURcdeQFI/AAAAAAAAF5U/okkrIL9fnlo/s1600/4-25-11%2B160%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 322px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600037320332820562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ter5iiYGCis/TbdURcdeQFI/AAAAAAAAF5U/okkrIL9fnlo/s400/4-25-11%2B160%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4897283727088360978-1020168732181005074?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/1020168732181005074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=1020168732181005074' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/1020168732181005074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/1020168732181005074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/04/whole-emmas-name.html' title='whole {emma&apos;s name}'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hxMULJGN1fI/TbgZx5Fg36I/AAAAAAAAF5k/dBSnIIYE24c/s72-c/4-6-11%2B051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-2029384049621564185</id><published>2011-04-26T19:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T19:34:19.866-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma'/><title type='text'>you make me smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ERy29ZFuQ7U/TbdVQ92HQHI/AAAAAAAAF5c/s-84NeQIaac/s1600/4-25-11%2B155%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600038411626299506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ERy29ZFuQ7U/TbdVQ92HQHI/AAAAAAAAF5c/s-84NeQIaac/s400/4-25-11%2B155%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are home and enjoying being a family of six! Emma is doing well and getting a little more plump each day. We are each smitten with her and can't seem to get enough of her! I have so many things to say and lots of pictures to share, but I have been too busy loving on my sweet girl to get around to it. So for now I will share about Emma's name and nursery...I had started those posts before her birth. And hopefully soon I can share some more recent photos. We think our littlest sweetheart is pretty cute. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-2029384049621564185?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/2029384049621564185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=2029384049621564185' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/2029384049621564185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/2029384049621564185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-make-me-smile.html' title='you make me smile'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ERy29ZFuQ7U/TbdVQ92HQHI/AAAAAAAAF5c/s-84NeQIaac/s72-c/4-25-11%2B155%2B-%2BCopy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-8868910879293682810</id><published>2011-04-22T07:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T07:27:38.371-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>May I introduce...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PIIjL1llycI/TbFkr0VRviI/AAAAAAAAF5M/Ns1SUhSGRnE/s1600/4-21-11%2B144%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598366515743276578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PIIjL1llycI/TbFkr0VRviI/AAAAAAAAF5M/Ns1SUhSGRnE/s400/4-21-11%2B144%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; {Emma Kathleen}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;April 21, 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12:46pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6lbs 14oz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;19in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2cGujO23Q0k/TbFkrpVVN0I/AAAAAAAAF5E/NQ5hNgLVn-A/s1600/4-21-11%2B015%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598366512790714178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2cGujO23Q0k/TbFkrpVVN0I/AAAAAAAAF5E/NQ5hNgLVn-A/s400/4-21-11%2B015%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WUmZRIGDEBM/TbFkrTJ279I/AAAAAAAAF48/PGZkYbhjskQ/s1600/4-21-11%2B097%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598366506837012434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WUmZRIGDEBM/TbFkrTJ279I/AAAAAAAAF48/PGZkYbhjskQ/s400/4-21-11%2B097%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all think our sweet, little Emma Kate is pretty special! Our hearts are full of praise to the Lord for a timely, speedy, and healthy birth of our fourth blessing! God has been very gracious to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-8868910879293682810?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/8868910879293682810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=8868910879293682810' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/8868910879293682810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/8868910879293682810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/04/may-i-introduce.html' title='May I introduce...'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PIIjL1llycI/TbFkr0VRviI/AAAAAAAAF5M/Ns1SUhSGRnE/s72-c/4-21-11%2B144%2B-%2BCopy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-8812094692485172495</id><published>2011-04-14T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T08:25:09.056-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>baby book guilt?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnUVaDWTcBY/TaPKIJsKyXI/AAAAAAAAF1s/X5pFgo0njQc/s1600/4-6-11%2B076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594537403513227634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnUVaDWTcBY/TaPKIJsKyXI/AAAAAAAAF1s/X5pFgo0njQc/s400/4-6-11%2B076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IdlImvDznpE/TaPGN75WwJI/AAAAAAAAF1k/KTLgR6ZnqMc/s1600/4-6-11%2B076.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby book guilt. Does anyone else have it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I grew up thinking that baby books were those cute, little books that were only partially filled out and kindof forgotten on the shelf. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got married and inherited my husband's baby book. My mother-in-law filled it out meticulously. It is the most well-completed thing I have ever seen. Seriously, she filled it out better than most people complete their tax paperwork. I know the exact &lt;em&gt;date&lt;/em&gt; that each and every baby tooth erupted in my husband's sweet, little baby gums! Her handwriting is perfect and the carefulness that she used to record everything is just darling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What makes it most special of all is that I never had the chance to meet Scott's mom. Sadly, she passed away when my husband was in high school...long before we met. I have just a few things that belonged to his mom, but of those items, his baby book is definitely my favorite because it speaks so much about her. Her neat, little secretary handwriting on each page and the care she showed to record everything just so, speaks volumes of the mother that I am told she was to her children. It's almost like a little letter to me about what her son was like as a baby and I treasure it because I can't pick up the phone now and ask her, "Did Scott do ____ when he was little?" or "What was Scott like as a toddler?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594533101338366898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-69tJZx6JO4k/TaPGNu1wE7I/AAAAAAAAF1c/34B27x1MsI4/s400/4-6-11%2B078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now I have baby book guilt. When I would look at my children's incomplete baby books, I would think about how much I treasure my husband's and tell myself that I &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; to get those baby books (mostly) completed if it's the last thing I do. And somehow during each pregnancy, I go on a rampage and get "caught up" on the big kids' baby books before the new baby comes and it's time to start another one! And because my big kids are all older now, I can pretty much say that their books are finished (or almost as finished as they will ever be) and I already bought a new one for the baby to take to the hospital and get the prints of her sweet, little feet stamped inside! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, I came across this &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Big-Sibling-Book-Babys-According/dp/0307461971/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1302579627&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Big Sibling Book &lt;/a&gt;and knew right away that it would be the perfect project for Lily and let me tell you, I think I am delegating the task of "updating the baby book" to her because she had all of the beginning pages of her book completed within 48 hours of the book arriving on our doorstep! It really is very precious! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So one day our fourth child will have her big sister to thank when she is able to look back and name the date that each tooth erupted in her sweet, baby gums. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-8812094692485172495?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/8812094692485172495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=8812094692485172495' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/8812094692485172495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/8812094692485172495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/04/baby-book-guilt.html' title='baby book guilt?'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZnUVaDWTcBY/TaPKIJsKyXI/AAAAAAAAF1s/X5pFgo0njQc/s72-c/4-6-11%2B076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-6794667221896285792</id><published>2011-04-13T07:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T07:00:09.537-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>saturday morning devotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-63cKXnpYdx8/TaCvke1mQzI/AAAAAAAAF1E/w2etXstFW0w/s1600/4-3-11%2B008%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593663778482176818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-63cKXnpYdx8/TaCvke1mQzI/AAAAAAAAF1E/w2etXstFW0w/s400/4-3-11%2B008%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oQeRN1gmngk/TaCvkEy1FXI/AAAAAAAAF08/1JBUc3JQp5U/s1600/4-3-11%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593663771491243378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oQeRN1gmngk/TaCvkEy1FXI/AAAAAAAAF08/1JBUc3JQp5U/s400/4-3-11%2B017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OuvzKk11IE8/TaCvj-4wSYI/AAAAAAAAF00/tfcH3HlKIok/s1600/4-3-11%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593663769905482114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OuvzKk11IE8/TaCvj-4wSYI/AAAAAAAAF00/tfcH3HlKIok/s400/4-3-11%2B012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this sight, bed-heads and all. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-6794667221896285792?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/6794667221896285792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=6794667221896285792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/6794667221896285792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/6794667221896285792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/04/saturday-morning-devotions.html' title='saturday morning devotions'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-63cKXnpYdx8/TaCvke1mQzI/AAAAAAAAF1E/w2etXstFW0w/s72-c/4-3-11%2B008%2B-%2BCopy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-2912955811295254215</id><published>2011-04-12T07:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T07:00:12.138-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The King&apos;s Daughter'/><title type='text'>a little reminder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've been a little crazy with the crafting and projects this pregnancy. Scott keeps saying, "I don't ever remember this many projects..." :) But I think I've reached the point of no return this week. My clutziness and tiredness have caught up with my compulsion to do projects and I think I'm calling it quits until after the baby comes. Tonight was the end... I attempted to use my sewing machine and after the third failed attempt of doing something that I have done several times in the past, I decided to be finished. (Or at least I'm telling myself that tonight...) :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another good example of my preggo brain was when I threw in a load of dirty towels over the weekend and couldn't understand how there could be SO much room left in the washer...so I kept loading in more and more towels still questioning HOW it could all-of-the-sudden hold so many items. Then I closed the door and tried to find the drawer to add the detergent (I have front-loaders). And sadly, it wasn't until THEN that I realized I had loaded the dirty laundry into the dryer!! I just keep singing to myself, "Oh where, oh where has my little brain gone?..." :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyhow, I thought I would try to post about a few projects, and one of these days maybe post some pictures of the nursery...it really is the sweetest room in the house! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594531800516826418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SpLOJFDuHlo/TaPFCA5ulTI/AAAAAAAAF1U/Jj4BAUh50V8/s400/4-6-11%2B069%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a little embroidery that I did for my girls' after I embroidered our verse for the baby. I picked up the frame at Hobby Lobby and finally got it put together and into their room. I really have no idea how to embroider, it's definitely far from perfect, but I hope that it's a nice reminder to them of the source of true beauty!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the way, the April edition of &lt;a href="http://graceandhonor.org/"&gt;Grace &amp;amp; Honor &lt;/a&gt;has been up on the website for a little bit. It is packed full of wonderful updates and articles and I hope you will enjoy it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-2912955811295254215?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/2912955811295254215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=2912955811295254215' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/2912955811295254215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/2912955811295254215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/04/little-reminder.html' title='a little reminder'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SpLOJFDuHlo/TaPFCA5ulTI/AAAAAAAAF1U/Jj4BAUh50V8/s72-c/4-6-11%2B069%2B-%2BCopy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-3031157243860022379</id><published>2011-04-11T13:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T18:48:00.686-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>sweet, little poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Am Not Alone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Running errands and talking on the phone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am pleasantly reminded that I am not alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little tiny hands, a precious rounded knee &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pushing and twisting that no one can see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh sweet child kicking up your heels, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is our little secret that only I can feel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I look forward to your birth, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I can kiss your skin, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But for now I will just smile, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I feel you play within. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As excited as we are to meet our new baby, I am enjoying every little moment I have with this sweet one on the inside. Expecting a baby is an amazing gift and the Creator did an awesome work when He made our bodies to produce little miracles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-3031157243860022379?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/3031157243860022379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=3031157243860022379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/3031157243860022379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/3031157243860022379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/04/sweet-little-poem.html' title='sweet, little poem'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-8394847125168960894</id><published>2011-04-11T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T07:00:05.547-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gracie'/><title type='text'>hot date</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pAeivcjAgyg/TaCuHcC9kpI/AAAAAAAAF0s/Sco1MOkT_xQ/s1600/4-3-11%2B004%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 349px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593662180005089938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pAeivcjAgyg/TaCuHcC9kpI/AAAAAAAAF0s/Sco1MOkT_xQ/s400/4-3-11%2B004%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She did her own hair for the occasion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kpuZ6MPo3yY/TaCuHPKGreI/AAAAAAAAF0k/Znh61ugh4oo/s1600/4-3-11%2B006%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593662176545385954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kpuZ6MPo3yY/TaCuHPKGreI/AAAAAAAAF0k/Znh61ugh4oo/s400/4-3-11%2B006%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's had a hot date every weekend for the last three weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dGKd5o5XmkA/TaCuG5S5_cI/AAAAAAAAF0c/yiYzIBDY09o/s1600/4-3-11%2B007%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593662170676723138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dGKd5o5XmkA/TaCuG5S5_cI/AAAAAAAAF0c/yiYzIBDY09o/s400/4-3-11%2B007%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fortunately for him, there are plenty of women around here to take out on dates. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-8394847125168960894?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/8394847125168960894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=8394847125168960894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/8394847125168960894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/8394847125168960894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/04/hot-date.html' title='hot date'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pAeivcjAgyg/TaCuHcC9kpI/AAAAAAAAF0s/Sco1MOkT_xQ/s72-c/4-3-11%2B004%2B-%2BCopy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-9150408149677365256</id><published>2011-04-09T14:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T15:03:12.647-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lily'/><title type='text'>my lily</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CNmRmnAFv9w/TaCtExuiV_I/AAAAAAAAF0U/2NhmXkG9zUI/s1600/3-5-11%2B245%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 309px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593661034773764082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CNmRmnAFv9w/TaCtExuiV_I/AAAAAAAAF0U/2NhmXkG9zUI/s400/3-5-11%2B245%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Lily&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by William Blake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The humble Sheep a threat'ning horn:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;While the Lily white shall in love delight,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-9150408149677365256?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/9150408149677365256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=9150408149677365256' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/9150408149677365256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/9150408149677365256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-lily.html' title='my lily'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CNmRmnAFv9w/TaCtExuiV_I/AAAAAAAAF0U/2NhmXkG9zUI/s72-c/3-5-11%2B245%2B-%2BCopy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-1385598251578118857</id><published>2011-04-05T07:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T07:00:07.307-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>there's a baby in there</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cxenTtoTXC4/TZkkK3Lu94I/AAAAAAAAFz8/oapjXLUCh3E/s1600/4-3-11%2B025%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591540181387638658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cxenTtoTXC4/TZkkK3Lu94I/AAAAAAAAFz8/oapjXLUCh3E/s400/4-3-11%2B025%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kXyRs3ujdqg/TZkjbb3iowI/AAAAAAAAFz0/63b46oIzPps/s1600/4-3-11%2B025%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those of you who might think I don't look all that pregnant... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L33w1sHyP64/TZkjbNVMu0I/AAAAAAAAFzs/SFZ0m2J1gdA/s1600/4-3-11%2B028%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591539362699197250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L33w1sHyP64/TZkjbNVMu0I/AAAAAAAAFzs/SFZ0m2J1gdA/s400/4-3-11%2B028%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...think again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can assure you that there really is a baby in there! And since I'm full-term now, I thought it might be time to have my little photographer-girl take some actual belly pics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-1385598251578118857?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/1385598251578118857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=1385598251578118857' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/1385598251578118857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/1385598251578118857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/04/theres-baby-in-there.html' title='there&apos;s a baby in there'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cxenTtoTXC4/TZkkK3Lu94I/AAAAAAAAFz8/oapjXLUCh3E/s72-c/4-3-11%2B025%2B-%2BCopy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-124987746336693223</id><published>2011-04-03T16:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T20:30:44.635-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This Mommy&apos;s Heart'/><title type='text'>When I look at this picture, I see...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n7nt39vUl6M/TZjjRqia-qI/AAAAAAAAFzk/hjm_P0F6EIc/s1600/3-30-11%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591468829996415650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n7nt39vUl6M/TZjjRqia-qI/AAAAAAAAFzk/hjm_P0F6EIc/s400/3-30-11%2B023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...a little girl. A very creative little girl. One who likes to cut paper into tiny pieces and use markers and glitter and stickers daily. And frequently leaves paper scraps and markers all over the house. She became a Hole Punch Artist this week when she discovered the fascinating, modern tool that we know as the hole puncher. We were each surprised one morning with "a little cheese" which she made out of yellow construction paper and the hole puncher. Very messy, but very creative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...a little boy. One obsessed with knights and sword-fighting. Our home is filled with the sounds of the Man-child's "Ching, Ching, Ching..." as he swashbuckles all over the place. Yesterday he spent several hours literally galloping from one end of the yard to the other with a shower curtain rod "jousting" with his foes. And frequently winning, I might add. Very noisy, but very imaginative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...a little-ish, but quickly becoming a tallish girl. Very verbal, sensitive and generous. One who would give you the shirt off her back if you wanted it. A girl who writes story after story and never runs out of ideas. One who is constantly humming a tune. Sometimes over and over and over again...but there is always a song in her heart. A very mature girl, but not too grown up to play dolls with her sister and imaginary Lego stories with her brother. Very intense, but very thoughtful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...my Man. A strong, wonderful, hard-working man. Not just in the office, but at home too. A man who has worked hard on projects that he enjoys, but he also knows are important to me. On weekends, taking vacation days, tirelessly, to get those projects done for us. And he still makes one-on-one time to spend with each of us, especially before the baby comes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's what I see today, when I look at this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-124987746336693223?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/124987746336693223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=124987746336693223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/124987746336693223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/124987746336693223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/04/when-i-look-at-this-picture-i-see.html' title='When I look at this picture, I see...'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n7nt39vUl6M/TZjjRqia-qI/AAAAAAAAFzk/hjm_P0F6EIc/s72-c/3-30-11%2B023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-839999039022471053</id><published>2011-04-01T07:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T07:00:03.971-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This Mommy&apos;s Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>{nesting}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-haRTZtL-t2c/TZP5ub5OB1I/AAAAAAAAFzc/2CuBfmsSceQ/s1600/3-30-11%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590086138653968210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-haRTZtL-t2c/TZP5ub5OB1I/AAAAAAAAFzc/2CuBfmsSceQ/s400/3-30-11%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few things that an almost nine-months-pregnant mama should not be trusted to do:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;finish her own sentences, much less string sentences and paragraphs together to form a legible article&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;give her family their haircuts...unfortunately for me, my fingers fared even worse than their hair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;homeschool her children...or even give competent answers to their questions most of the time &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;and on most days: operate a motor vehicle... I'm just sayin', I think I might be considered a menace to the road these days :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh the klutzy last few days of pregnancy! But I have to report that we are enjoying the final countdown until we hold our little sweetie! It's less than a month now, and we are counting days rather than weeks, which is SO exciting! The first thing my Joey does every morning is climb into bed with me to feel the baby doing her morning gymnastics. :) And Lily likes feeling her so much that she said quietly the other day, "As much as I want to see the baby, I think I'm going to be just a little sad when you aren't pregnant anymore." Which of course made me cry, because I always feel the same way! Ah, the hormones of pregnancy...and how my big girl is growing up!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of that, Scott took her out on a date the other day. And rather than choose the typical fast food place with a playland, like the average child does, she chose Panera as her date spot and got all dressed up for the occasion. And when Scott teared up during his prayer before their meal, she gave him the "Daddy, why are you crying?" look. She was complimented several times by strangers while they were out on her jacket, hair, grown-up appearance, and the cashier kept looking to her for their order, rather than Scott. He said he felt like he had an adult with him. Thankfully, she did request they stop at Chick-fil-a to share a milkshake for dessert, and Scott purposely requested two straws so they would have to share one cup with their heads all close. :) Oh dear, what is he going to do when they grow up?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590086134482746802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pE5PDh97_Yc/TZP5uMWuPbI/AAAAAAAAFzU/zYEiiuknwH4/s400/3-30-11%2B010.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{my little nest: one blue, three pink}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even though it feels like we are muddling through the days and weeks (which are flying by) I look back at the last few weeks and marvel at all the Lord allowed us to accomplish: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We crossed "homeschool portfolio and evaluation" off of our list last week (yay!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We got a few more home projects done...more are in progress :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We went on our last family daytrip before the baby comes which was such a refreshing day for all of us&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Next year's curriculum is ordered, sorted, and put away&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had our new piano tuned for the first time...it sounds so nice!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went through the kids' warm-weather clothes to figure out what they need and what they outgrew, and we are fairly well-set for the next season now&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We did our first loads of "baby laundry" and one of these days I need to pull a bag out of the basement and pack for the hospital (what are you supposed to pack in there, anyhow?? I can't remember!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We kept on track with school, piano, swimming and the regular household "stuff" and celebrated 12 years of marriage and the first day of spring! God is so good!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The kids wanted to make the cute, little n0-bake nest cookies (pictured above) to take into their Master Club classes. I thought they were appropriate given the spring season, my current "nesting" stage, and the fact that they are learning so many wonderful things about God's creation of flying creatures and their nests in science lately. (Seriously, did you know that the average bald eagle's nest weighs as much as a car? I didn't either until they told me!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am so thankful for the sweet, little nest that God has given me! I don't deserve it and am so grateful for the little souls that He has placed within it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-839999039022471053?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/839999039022471053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=839999039022471053' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/839999039022471053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/839999039022471053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/04/nesting.html' title='{nesting}'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-haRTZtL-t2c/TZP5ub5OB1I/AAAAAAAAFzc/2CuBfmsSceQ/s72-c/3-30-11%2B004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-4927860260022470453</id><published>2011-03-30T12:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T23:40:17.900-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From His Word'/><title type='text'>good prayers</title><content type='html'>I just finished a neat, little biography on the life of E.M. Bounds. It was part-biography, part-historical timeline of the Civil War, part-commentary on prayer....and all very enlightening. Here is a little excerpt on prayer that particularly caught my attention. How often are my prayers a mere, faint jangling in the throne room of Heaven? I hope this excerpt is a blessing and a challenge to you, as it was to me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Good prayers," says an old divine, "never come weeping home. I am sure I shall receive either what I ask, or what I should ask. Prayer pulls the rope below, and the great bell rings above in the ears of God. Some scarcely stir the bell, for they pray so languidly; others give but an occasional pull at the rope; but he who wins with heaven is the man who grasps the rope boldly and pulls continuously with all his might."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;That is the best kind of bell ringing -- ringing the bells of heaven -- making a sensation in the world celestial, and pulling the power down upon the world terrestrial. Reader, do you know how to handle the bell rope, to pull it vigorously and constantly? We know some that do. Hell trembles when they seize the rope.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- E.M. Bounds&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-4927860260022470453?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/4927860260022470453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=4927860260022470453' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/4927860260022470453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/4927860260022470453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/03/good-prayers.html' title='good prayers'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-3548996756298852467</id><published>2011-03-20T07:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T14:29:22.612-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Man'/><title type='text'>{a dozen}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-luY4I2HN00c/TYKWK_4RK-I/AAAAAAAAFy8/cdbLUusB_L0/s1600/8-29-10%2B085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585191603583134690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-luY4I2HN00c/TYKWK_4RK-I/AAAAAAAAFy8/cdbLUusB_L0/s400/8-29-10%2B085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_aO1yqJuS6g/TYKRIFovhZI/AAAAAAAAFy0/NyTJiPNeeJA/s1600/8-29-10%2B085.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today marks a dozen years of wedded bliss for my darling and me. I can't even begin to express how thankful I am that God made me for this man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He completes me in so many areas. Where I'm dramatic and emotional (hard to believe, isn't it?!), he's steady and calm. I can't remember him ever raising his voice in anger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loves me and the kids completely. Spending time with us is one of his top priorities in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is an awesome provider. In a few weeks, it will be a decade since I last received a paycheck with my name on it (a fact which I love). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's methodical and thorough. My man is a thinker with a capital "T." He is a man of principal and integrity. But he leads with kindness. I told someone recently that Scott is the most understanding man I have ever met, and it's true. He "&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=i%20cor%2013&amp;amp;version=KJV"&gt;thinks no evil and hopes all things&lt;/a&gt;" about others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a dozen years of marriage, we understand each other more deeply, we can predict what each other is thinking, we laugh out loud at the same comics, we have the same life-goals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it doesn't hurt that my Man is cute and likes to do home projects, either. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Anniversary, to my One and Only!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-3548996756298852467?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/3548996756298852467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=3548996756298852467' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/3548996756298852467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/3548996756298852467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/03/dozen.html' title='{a dozen}'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-luY4I2HN00c/TYKWK_4RK-I/AAAAAAAAFy8/cdbLUusB_L0/s72-c/8-29-10%2B085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-3742922320169508001</id><published>2011-03-11T07:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T07:00:04.880-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gracie'/><title type='text'>my littlest helper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nIAZcLrAt8o/TXWs5AdcpcI/AAAAAAAAFyc/399MdwNYltE/s1600/3-5-11%2B097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581557408571631042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nIAZcLrAt8o/TXWs5AdcpcI/AAAAAAAAFyc/399MdwNYltE/s400/3-5-11%2B097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My littlest helper is now big enough to stand on a stool and peel and slice cucumbers all by herself! When did she get enough for such things? Of course, when you can use a pink vegetable peeler, the job is all that much more fun! And when you get to use a fancy crinkle cutter (because I don't think she's ready for my sharp knives yet), what could be better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gA3gusWrfcQ/TXWs48NwIpI/AAAAAAAAFyU/riXc9ou50B4/s1600/3-5-11%2B099%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 369px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581557407432057490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gA3gusWrfcQ/TXWs48NwIpI/AAAAAAAAFyU/riXc9ou50B4/s400/3-5-11%2B099%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm still trying to figure out how my baby girl could be old enough to have acquired such skills. But at least she still says, "I'm wich in Anopoly!" ("I'm rich in Monopoly!") when she's totally creaming her daddy and siblings at Monopoly. And at least I have a few more weeks to call her "my baby." I'll take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-3742922320169508001?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/3742922320169508001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=3742922320169508001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/3742922320169508001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/3742922320169508001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-littlest-helper.html' title='my littlest helper'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nIAZcLrAt8o/TXWs5AdcpcI/AAAAAAAAFyc/399MdwNYltE/s72-c/3-5-11%2B097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-5459403811626491748</id><published>2011-03-09T07:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T08:47:27.742-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lily'/><title type='text'>little homemaker-in-training</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9FyFkFKcBtY/TXWn0Fy248I/AAAAAAAAFyM/E9RK6yLMj2g/s1600/2-26-11%2B099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581551826546123714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9FyFkFKcBtY/TXWn0Fy248I/AAAAAAAAFyM/E9RK6yLMj2g/s400/2-26-11%2B099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This sweet girl LOVES to do projects! Maybe that is one of the reasons why I have been so into the crafting lately...because I have no choice. The kids, they love to craft...the girls especially. And now with the realization that I am about to have three daughters, I am beginning to embrace my new reality. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tj-QsHV_NBs/TXWnz_xBmoI/AAAAAAAAFyE/pD2wEJCMl34/s1600/2-26-11%2B104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581551824927824514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tj-QsHV_NBs/TXWnz_xBmoI/AAAAAAAAFyE/pD2wEJCMl34/s400/2-26-11%2B104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anyhow, back in January I decided to embroider the baby's Scripture verse. I think it was technically my first embroidery project, if you don't count the elementary samplers I did when I was this girl's age. But I did spend years of my younger life cross-stitching, and last year, I tried smocking, so I guess it's all related. My sweet girl wanted to get in on the act, and after making a few free-hand sampler-type projects, I found free, pretty monogram templates on the internet, and she made her initial, just using a basic stitch, nothing fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ec2S79s_s6g/TXWnzgfkHbI/AAAAAAAAFx8/xuymTrkvA_M/s1600/2-26-11%2B106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581551816533089714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ec2S79s_s6g/TXWnzgfkHbI/AAAAAAAAFx8/xuymTrkvA_M/s400/2-26-11%2B106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought it turned out so cute! I used the idea of turning it into an "adventure bag" found &lt;a href="http://raisinghomemakers.com/2011/little-bag-sewing-tutorial/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; (I used the machine, though) and she adores it and has already started another one! She likes to carry this one around filled with her treasures, or notes for friends and family. And it makes me smile to think that she is growing up and learning all sorts of homemaking skills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{This post is linked to &lt;a href="http://raisinghomemakers.com/2011/homemaking-link-up-22/"&gt;Raising Homemakers&lt;/a&gt;.}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-5459403811626491748?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/5459403811626491748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=5459403811626491748' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/5459403811626491748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/5459403811626491748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/03/little-homemaker-in-training.html' title='little homemaker-in-training'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9FyFkFKcBtY/TXWn0Fy248I/AAAAAAAAFyM/E9RK6yLMj2g/s72-c/2-26-11%2B099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-1402283034181239802</id><published>2011-03-08T07:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T07:00:00.874-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This Mommy&apos;s Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>I can't wait...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vh3dvkr18mg/TXWwhsqA1xI/AAAAAAAAFyk/bS3bkOiack8/s1600/us1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581561406165145362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vh3dvkr18mg/TXWwhsqA1xI/AAAAAAAAFyk/bS3bkOiack8/s400/us1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...to hear your first cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...to feel the weight of your wriggly, little body lying on my chest for the first time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...to drink in your sweet newborn scent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...to kiss your fuzzy, little head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...to see your daddy hold you for the first time and pray over you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...to try to figure out which one of your siblings you look most like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...to kiss the sweet, little toes that have been kicking me from the inside all of these months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...to get to know you...your cry, your preferences, your favorite positions, everything that makes you unique&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...to see Lily, Joey, and Gracie cuddle you for the first time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...to bring you home and be a family of six&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...to fall in love with you in person!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only a few more weeks, sweet baby...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-1402283034181239802?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/1402283034181239802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=1402283034181239802' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/1402283034181239802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/1402283034181239802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-cant-wait.html' title='I can&apos;t wait...'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vh3dvkr18mg/TXWwhsqA1xI/AAAAAAAAFyk/bS3bkOiack8/s72-c/us1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-2598738524664869939</id><published>2011-03-06T16:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T23:56:00.116-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>projecty, projecty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AeKS9-Ijbx0/TXQEUR9o5fI/AAAAAAAAFx0/jOQbxSXT4QI/s1600/3-5-11%2B297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581090584684717554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AeKS9-Ijbx0/TXQEUR9o5fI/AAAAAAAAFx0/jOQbxSXT4QI/s400/3-5-11%2B297.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Over the last few months I have been nesting like the crazy, pregnant mama that I am and have been working on lots of projects. I guess it's a good time of the year to do such things, when cooped up in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DfOGyH5OQH4/TXMOPqrP7gI/AAAAAAAAFw8/bkNvNmerSpg/s1600/3-5-11%2B303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580820025558691330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DfOGyH5OQH4/TXMOPqrP7gI/AAAAAAAAFw8/bkNvNmerSpg/s400/3-5-11%2B303.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made a few table runners and dresser scarfs for our bedroom and at various other unphotographed locations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4wJ6gVnCu40/TXMN-2lEGZI/AAAAAAAAFw0/CfMgVF1jzoM/s1600/2-6-11%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580819736696199570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4wJ6gVnCu40/TXMN-2lEGZI/AAAAAAAAFw0/CfMgVF1jzoM/s400/2-6-11%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've been *slightly* crazy about making flowers ...on hairclips, pins, pillows...it might be a small obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AO0m5veKfUM/TXMN-v7aDbI/AAAAAAAAFws/GynXNf59YMA/s1600/2-6-11%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580819734910864818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AO0m5veKfUM/TXMN-v7aDbI/AAAAAAAAFws/GynXNf59YMA/s400/2-6-11%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aQox2ZmxEeA/TXMNpcAINII/AAAAAAAAFwk/06tZa8VQV1M/s1600/2-17-11%2B022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580819368784704642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aQox2ZmxEeA/TXMNpcAINII/AAAAAAAAFwk/06tZa8VQV1M/s400/2-17-11%2B022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scott has been busy on the project-front also. He installed crown molding in several rooms, plus did some picture frame wainscoting in our foyer and dining room. It really adds a lot of character to those areas, and I think he did a great job on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AsBOUG4_Ie0/TXMNpEbABQI/AAAAAAAAFwc/_29YoZrMscs/s1600/2-17-11%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580819362454963458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AsBOUG4_Ie0/TXMNpEbABQI/AAAAAAAAFwc/_29YoZrMscs/s400/2-17-11%2B016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Of6BlwDyGI/TXMPbRsSrEI/AAAAAAAAFxM/cozj8_WjtYU/s1600/2-17-11%2B021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580821324522236994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Of6BlwDyGI/TXMPbRsSrEI/AAAAAAAAFxM/cozj8_WjtYU/s400/2-17-11%2B021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e7LAjn2VhRE/TXMNMtJZjaI/AAAAAAAAFwM/y-iJmm7A0H8/s1600/2-17-11%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580818875170786722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e7LAjn2VhRE/TXMNMtJZjaI/AAAAAAAAFwM/y-iJmm7A0H8/s400/2-17-11%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Being the literary girl that I am, I thought &lt;a href="http://jonesdesigncompany.com/create/5-days-of-favorite-projects-day-4/"&gt;this idea &lt;/a&gt;for a book page wreath was cool, (another tutorial &lt;a href="http://livingwithlindsay.com/2009/11/librarians-please-avert-your-eyes.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) so I made one from a book that I will never read again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iHDTZ1h2q78/TXMNMchNxtI/AAAAAAAAFv8/vp9eJKEk-ME/s1600/2-17-11%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580818870707275474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iHDTZ1h2q78/TXMNMchNxtI/AAAAAAAAFv8/vp9eJKEk-ME/s400/2-17-11%2B010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And I thought while I was doing it, "Only a crazy, pregnant woman spends two hours of her life ripping out book pages, curling them up and hot gluing them!" But I like how it turned out, so it was two hours well-spent, I guess. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NhG8aU9ZAoE/TXMMc4-_BJI/AAAAAAAAFv0/t-E3YiHXJeY/s1600/2-26-11%2B086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580818053714609298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NhG8aU9ZAoE/TXMMc4-_BJI/AAAAAAAAFv0/t-E3YiHXJeY/s400/2-26-11%2B086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I also might be slightly obsessed with ruffles. I made the baby's crib skirt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GpYGQ3RDAYo/TXMMcgkyyUI/AAAAAAAAFvs/KDq6QSCI-Tg/s1600/2-26-11%2B092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580818047162304834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GpYGQ3RDAYo/TXMMcgkyyUI/AAAAAAAAFvs/KDq6QSCI-Tg/s400/2-26-11%2B092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here are the nursery curtains. These were store-bought...but ruffly nonetheless. (My Man's awesome crown molding also shown.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vYxoS-eUWNQ/TXMLzbvj24I/AAAAAAAAFvk/wKV-r_qK8gM/s1600/3-5-11%2B331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580817341490649986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vYxoS-eUWNQ/TXMLzbvj24I/AAAAAAAAFvk/wKV-r_qK8gM/s400/3-5-11%2B331.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Back to the flower-obsession... displayed on a pillow I made for the nursery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6bEb7m0nKak/TXMLza_dY1I/AAAAAAAAFvc/ViOob0pm5bc/s1600/3-5-11%2B336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580817341288899410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6bEb7m0nKak/TXMLza_dY1I/AAAAAAAAFvc/ViOob0pm5bc/s400/3-5-11%2B336.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And on an embroidery that I did back in January of the Scripture verse we chose for the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F8-nXLEoEno/TXMLzNn7X5I/AAAAAAAAFvU/b2NZOFNrCuA/s1600/3-5-11%2B333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580817337700540306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F8-nXLEoEno/TXMLzNn7X5I/AAAAAAAAFvU/b2NZOFNrCuA/s400/3-5-11%2B333.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xjLO6FnP94o/TXMLNllGLiI/AAAAAAAAFvM/4xWXt3BGC5g/s1600/3-5-11%2B356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580816691296087586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xjLO6FnP94o/TXMLNllGLiI/AAAAAAAAFvM/4xWXt3BGC5g/s400/3-5-11%2B356.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made a tulle/tutu-esque fringey thing to attach to the girls' bed canopy. There are lots of tutorials out there for them. Much better than the ball fringe I had on there before. Plus I was able to repurpose the white ball fringe on the pink chenille pillow shams that I made for their bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4gYf69Fow1U/TXMLFI5UyWI/AAAAAAAAFvE/GrScXFc4zj8/s1600/3-5-11%2B318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580816546157349218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4gYf69Fow1U/TXMLFI5UyWI/AAAAAAAAFvE/GrScXFc4zj8/s400/3-5-11%2B318.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; {Someone likes to look at herself.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X8EWnT50Blo/TXMLEk_mERI/AAAAAAAAFu8/5euWuik9L6k/s1600/3-5-11%2B328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580816536519971090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X8EWnT50Blo/TXMLEk_mERI/AAAAAAAAFu8/5euWuik9L6k/s400/3-5-11%2B328.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made some pink minky covers for our changing table... partly because it was much less-expensive to make them, and partly because I couldn't find flat changing pad covers...everything fits the contoured changing pads. {I used this &lt;a href="http://www.prudentbaby.com/2010/02/diy-changing-pad-cover-part-2.html"&gt;tutorial&lt;/a&gt;.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lfvAlf_QWBk/TXMKvtK160I/AAAAAAAAFu0/cgLHvnjZ5_Q/s1600/3-5-11%2B322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580816177937378114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lfvAlf_QWBk/TXMKvtK160I/AAAAAAAAFu0/cgLHvnjZ5_Q/s400/3-5-11%2B322.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then I used the leftover minky to make some burpies with super-soft damask flannel. Because heaven-forbid the baby deposit her spit-up on old white cloth diapers like all of the other three children did. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vuUshFXCKhc/TXMKvc_wY_I/AAAAAAAAFus/rZsPofts8Wk/s1600/3-5-11%2B325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580816173595911154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vuUshFXCKhc/TXMKvc_wY_I/AAAAAAAAFus/rZsPofts8Wk/s400/3-5-11%2B325.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I used some leftover chenille too. {Tutorial &lt;a href="http://jonesdesigncompany.com/baby/burp-cloths/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a fun project that I dreamed up and Scott did by himself... (He wouldn't let me paint since I'm pregnant.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580828266036170994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gfVA4QXabw8/TXMVvU2LkPI/AAAAAAAAFxc/GcrlRWHiAxo/s400/2-26-11%2B050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dresser that we used in the nursery for our first three babies was needing another coat of paint after ten years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580828264059120978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WrpzhwfAqQw/TXMVvNe0LVI/AAAAAAAAFxU/vCv8r5mGAFw/s400/2-26-11%2B052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I bought a wooden applique at Home Depot for the front of it, and he painted the whole thing pale pink (hard to tell in my poorly-lit photo) and then finished it off with new crystal knobs! I'm in love with it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580816167094621970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-II_7SRSA1vQ/TXMKvExulxI/AAAAAAAAFuk/kG5boIcM76s/s400/3-5-11%2B314.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes me giggle to think that this dresser was handed down to Scott when he was a bachelor...from an elderly bachelor man. The bachelors' dresser...all girlified years later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-afhJWnJOQBI/TXP-FcCmwCI/AAAAAAAAFxk/8I1hhgRCPvY/s1600/3-5-11%2B315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581083732622098466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-afhJWnJOQBI/TXP-FcCmwCI/AAAAAAAAFxk/8I1hhgRCPvY/s400/3-5-11%2B315.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So there you have some proof that I have been a nesting fool. (I apologize for the poor lighting in the majority of my photos.) If only I enjoyed cleaning my home as much as I enjoy making it pretty. :) I'm trying to work on the spring-cleaning thing...or the regular, weekly cleaning thing...it's just a slow process. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{This post is linked to Tatertots and Jello's &lt;a href="http://tatertotsandjello.blogspot.com/2011/03/weekend-wrap-party-and-little-birdie.html"&gt;weekend wrapup&lt;/a&gt;.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S06_4oO8sB4/TXP_rKeG60I/AAAAAAAAFxs/5Zjj4gratkA/s1600/978446890_7b2ZN-O.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581085480252271426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S06_4oO8sB4/TXP_rKeG60I/AAAAAAAAFxs/5Zjj4gratkA/s400/978446890_7b2ZN-O.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-2598738524664869939?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/2598738524664869939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=2598738524664869939' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/2598738524664869939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/2598738524664869939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/03/projecty-projecty.html' title='projecty, projecty'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AeKS9-Ijbx0/TXQEUR9o5fI/AAAAAAAAFx0/jOQbxSXT4QI/s72-c/3-5-11%2B297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-6205364608078578577</id><published>2011-02-28T22:42:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T12:43:43.898-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>{timing}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aANTrcblbyc/TWx2SrgiqZI/AAAAAAAAFuc/L6TnYvURs0I/s1600/2-26-11%2B069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578964101694138770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aANTrcblbyc/TWx2SrgiqZI/AAAAAAAAFuc/L6TnYvURs0I/s400/2-26-11%2B069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IakZFA8dAh0/TWxvD2T_J5I/AAAAAAAAFuU/36AOdSu74Lc/s1600/2-26-11%2B069.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things have been moving at break-neck speed around these parts...on &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; days. And then there are other days that seem to drag on. We are all doing well... keeping on with school, projects and baby-baking. :) I have about 7ish weeks left until we get to meet our sweet baby face-to-face! I've been thinking a lot about timing lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was down with bronchitis for most of the month of February. That was definitely not in my timing, but it was in the Lord's plan for me. We hunkered down and cut out the non-essentials during the month. The kids pressed on with school, and I was surprised to count up our days last week and discover that we passed the 150 day mark already! Ssshh, don't tell the kids, but I think they will have more than their required days by May 1st!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of tonight, I am again van-less. Both of our cars needed to be inspected in February. And our van still doesn't have her 2012 sticker, rendering me without wheels for the third time in a week. Again, not my timing, but totally within the Lord's will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2CdZOvJM_mI/TWxvDip8T_I/AAAAAAAAFuM/NgH6UWxW7Uo/s1600/2-26-11%2B067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578956145038217202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2CdZOvJM_mI/TWxvDip8T_I/AAAAAAAAFuM/NgH6UWxW7Uo/s400/2-26-11%2B067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the big items hanging over my head on the "bucket list" to be done before the baby comes was purchase a piano. Lily and Joey began taking piano lessons over a year ago using a keyboard that is set-up in the former playroom-turned-nursery. Obviously, that room needs to be vacated shortly. But a piano is one of the few things that you can't just add to your Amazon cart with a few clicks and have delivered to your door. :) And between sickness, winter, projects, and Scott's schedule, piano shopping just kept getting pushed off. I was starting to get a little worried about it. But this last week, the Lord directed us to the perfect piano for us, and we finalized everything on Saturday morning. The kids are SO excited, and so are we!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c6jTS65x0TU/TWxvDthEGpI/AAAAAAAAFuE/tYK02lt7WPo/s1600/2-26-11%2B074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578956147953769106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c6jTS65x0TU/TWxvDthEGpI/AAAAAAAAFuE/tYK02lt7WPo/s400/2-26-11%2B074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No sooner did we get home from the music store and this girl started her piano practice for the day, and the middle C key broke out of the keyboard! Coincidence? I think not. The Lord certainly does have a sense of humor. Scott was able to superglue it back in so they can continue practicing until our new piano is delivered this Friday...yay! Once again, the Lord's timing is always best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sure the same thing can be said for all of the things that we would like to accomplish between now and baby-day. God's timing is always best and I am so glad that I can trust in Him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Commit thy works unto the LORD, and thy thoughts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shall be established.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--Proverbs 16:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-6205364608078578577?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/6205364608078578577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=6205364608078578577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/6205364608078578577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/6205364608078578577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/02/timing.html' title='{timing}'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aANTrcblbyc/TWx2SrgiqZI/AAAAAAAAFuc/L6TnYvURs0I/s72-c/2-26-11%2B069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-669574370959877359</id><published>2011-01-31T19:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T19:48:01.473-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homeschooling Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gracie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>How do you make it through the long, cold winter?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TUdXJ0cMfyI/AAAAAAAAFto/hmT2rdJ9T-Y/s1600/1-24-11%2B105%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568515290474250018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TUdXJ0cMfyI/AAAAAAAAFto/hmT2rdJ9T-Y/s400/1-24-11%2B105%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TUdQ6lUTHhI/AAAAAAAAFtg/4XMVpnU8FNs/s1600/1-24-11%2B105%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess the same way you eat an elephant...one bite or day at a time. Or at least that has been our modus operandi lately. :) The kids are doing very well with keeping on track with school this January. Even with all of the snow, they've been staying on task and getting their work done, and I'm so pleased with them! We like starting our school year early and being finished early. So last summer, I decided to start earlier than ever, so we would be finished by May 1st. This proved to be a very wise move when we later found out that we were expecting a baby in the spring. We haven't taken any true snow days yet, but they are happy that they will definitely be finished by May 1st!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TUdQ58eMPGI/AAAAAAAAFtY/2hfpdj50h6Q/s1600/1-24-11%2B080%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 344px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568508420682431586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TUdQ58eMPGI/AAAAAAAAFtY/2hfpdj50h6Q/s400/1-24-11%2B080%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our winter hasn't been entirely devoid of joys, either. They got to ride an elephant a few weeks ago. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TUdQ5-aYgnI/AAAAAAAAFtQ/Jhc-YjouhxE/s1600/1-24-11%2B053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568508421203329650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TUdQ5-aYgnI/AAAAAAAAFtQ/Jhc-YjouhxE/s400/1-24-11%2B053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And they spun themselves silly on a few questionably-safe rides at a little indoor fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TUdQc0RRPZI/AAAAAAAAFtI/OAb3pTjwQzM/s1600/1-24-11%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568507920264543634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TUdQc0RRPZI/AAAAAAAAFtI/OAb3pTjwQzM/s400/1-24-11%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Speaking of snow, this little girl is almost zero help in the snow shoveling department. But she is enormously handy in the snow-eating, snow angel-making, hot chocolate-drinking, and leaving-melting-snow-on-the-kitchen-floor departments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TUdQcSEv8xI/AAAAAAAAFtA/Ih4sqAho4a0/s1600/1-24-11%2B006%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 388px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568507911085224722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TUdQcSEv8xI/AAAAAAAAFtA/Ih4sqAho4a0/s400/1-24-11%2B006%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My man-child, on the other hand, has been a powerhouse when it comes to shoveling. This picture was taken back when there was a lot less snow on the ground. This afternoon, I found what I think was the very last kid-shovel available in the entire valley, because he used his other one so much he wore through it. In other news, I had to set up an appointment today to start this guy at the orthodontist. (That would be child #2 who needs orthodontia...blah!) But he's pretty helpful when it comes to taking out the trash and shoveling snow, so I think we'll keep him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TUdQcIrLqWI/AAAAAAAAFs4/AdFXV-29wyk/s1600/1-24-11%2B012%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568507908562069858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TUdQcIrLqWI/AAAAAAAAFs4/AdFXV-29wyk/s400/1-24-11%2B012%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Other than keeping up with the kids, school, and snow, I have been doing projects like a deranged, pregnant girl! One of these days I will have to take pictures of some of our projects so that in a few months, when I'm sitting on the sofa, totally unproductive, and doing nothing but loving on a wiggly, queaky, fuzzy newborn, I will be able to remember what I did for the first few months of the year. :) So how has your January been?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, did you see the cute, little baby ticker in my sidebar? I like to check it to see how many days until my due date...I'm down to the double digits...yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-669574370959877359?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/669574370959877359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=669574370959877359' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/669574370959877359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/669574370959877359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/01/how-do-you-make-it-through-long-cold.html' title='How do you make it through the long, cold winter?'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TUdXJ0cMfyI/AAAAAAAAFto/hmT2rdJ9T-Y/s72-c/1-24-11%2B105%2B-%2BCopy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-1428406790370360084</id><published>2011-01-19T07:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T07:00:02.022-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lily'/><title type='text'>I love it when I upload photos from Lily's camera...</title><content type='html'>...and I find photos of unrecognizable things and unrecallable events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563331509203027506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TTTsiCXIxjI/AAAAAAAAFsw/tV63B84gZ_c/s400/1-17-11%2B022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For instance...when did they do this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TTTshfUgovI/AAAAAAAAFso/Uo5Wb3YHzMY/s1600/1-17-11%2B026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563331499796767474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TTTshfUgovI/AAAAAAAAFso/Uo5Wb3YHzMY/s400/1-17-11%2B026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...and did these spoons go through the cycle like this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TTTshLYdldI/AAAAAAAAFsg/dfJRjHvAATE/s1600/1-17-11%2B028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563331494444635602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TTTshLYdldI/AAAAAAAAFsg/dfJRjHvAATE/s400/1-17-11%2B028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am also noticing with her latest batch of pictures that she is beginning to master the self-portrait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563331488821883314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TTTsg2b5MbI/AAAAAAAAFsY/DEMKPHTnPtI/s400/1-17-11%2B046.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh that girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-1428406790370360084?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/1428406790370360084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=1428406790370360084' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/1428406790370360084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/1428406790370360084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-love-it-when-i-upload-photos-from.html' title='I love it when I upload photos from Lily&apos;s camera...'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TTTsiCXIxjI/AAAAAAAAFsw/tV63B84gZ_c/s72-c/1-17-11%2B022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-3118631374798624674</id><published>2011-01-17T20:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T20:23:04.376-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joey'/><title type='text'>I'm not sure what I like most...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TTTp3LOmgsI/AAAAAAAAFsQ/zZeD8Tunvy4/s1600/1-17-11%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563328573825516226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TTTp3LOmgsI/AAAAAAAAFsQ/zZeD8Tunvy4/s400/1-17-11%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;how pleased he is with his latest creation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;that he positioned the astronauts with their hands in the air in an obvious show of male triumph&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;his adorable dimple peeking out over the shuttle {be still my heart}&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;how he quizzes me on NASA facts on a daily basis&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;or everything else about him?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm a smitten-mama. So thankful today for my man-child.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-3118631374798624674?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/3118631374798624674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=3118631374798624674' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/3118631374798624674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/3118631374798624674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-not-sure-what-i-like-most.html' title='I&apos;m not sure what I like most...'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TTTp3LOmgsI/AAAAAAAAFsQ/zZeD8Tunvy4/s72-c/1-17-11%2B004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-7972411204225549018</id><published>2011-01-06T07:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T07:00:06.862-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><title type='text'>Christmas {projects}</title><content type='html'>Scott had off the week in between Christmas and New Year's. And because I am a crazy-nesting woman and because we both like house projects, we spent the whole week on projects!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558170689426447986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKWyyhAXnI/AAAAAAAAFqo/N-gkojz81Pw/s400/1-1-11%2B017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The girls and I did some baking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We all spent an afternoon at Home Depot, fun, fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I got to go out with my sister for a shopping day...SO much fun! It is so exciting to see little baby things piling up around here. :) And to be making such progress on the nursery and other decorating projects that I have been putting off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Plus, since some of the rooms in the house were torn apart, I actually spring-cleaned two rooms. Now only...uh...six+ to go. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKWrmT2PbI/AAAAAAAAFqg/ftKl8UuIJWI/s1600/1-1-11%2B036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558170565890948530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKWrmT2PbI/AAAAAAAAFqg/ftKl8UuIJWI/s400/1-1-11%2B036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lily made a huge batch of pancakes. I can't believe she is big enough to help with this, but my what a help she is! The problem with making a six-batch of pancakes is that you have to stand in front of the stove all day flipping them. Not so if you have a nine-year old. :) She loved it and did a good job, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKWrF8urUI/AAAAAAAAFqY/dQgn9LacY7k/s1600/1-1-11%2B040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558170557204049218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKWrF8urUI/AAAAAAAAFqY/dQgn9LacY7k/s400/1-1-11%2B040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKWdiR4NPI/AAAAAAAAFqQ/GIBNMmeXdIw/s1600/1-1-11%2B078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558170324290778354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKWdiR4NPI/AAAAAAAAFqQ/GIBNMmeXdIw/s400/1-1-11%2B078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The boys put up some crown molding in a few rooms AND painted the baby's room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKWdBpNtJI/AAAAAAAAFqI/JK95YqP4X-Y/s1600/1-1-11%2B076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558170315530286226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKWdBpNtJI/AAAAAAAAFqI/JK95YqP4X-Y/s400/1-1-11%2B076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so thankful for helping hands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-7972411204225549018?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/7972411204225549018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=7972411204225549018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/7972411204225549018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/7972411204225549018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-projects.html' title='Christmas {projects}'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKWyyhAXnI/AAAAAAAAFqo/N-gkojz81Pw/s72-c/1-1-11%2B017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-3012478495338170554</id><published>2011-01-05T07:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T13:18:42.880-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This Mommy&apos;s Heart'/><title type='text'>Christmas {Joy}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSO__Gs0OJI/AAAAAAAAFrg/gmNkmRF3R7c/s1600/12-25-10%2B014%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558497455956572306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSO__Gs0OJI/AAAAAAAAFrg/gmNkmRF3R7c/s400/12-25-10%2B014%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;“&lt;em&gt;. . . for it is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at Christmas, when its mighty Founder was a child himself.&lt;/em&gt;” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-– Charles Dickens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These three sweeties blessed my heart on Christmas morning as they sat there waiting to give me their presents! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had such a lovely Christmas this year, my heart just about burst! The whole month leading up to it was filled with so many blessings! Time with family, special times at church, sweet times at home, it was such a joyous month. Unfortunately, I came down with a cold a few days before Christmas, so it was extra-lovely to just spend Christmas day at home, lazing around, playing with new toys and games and just hanging out together. I love these people and can't believe that at this time next year, there is going to be another one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 371px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554790581293153714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TRaUmmep_bI/AAAAAAAAFlc/_F2KVgq8fec/s400/12-24-10%2B007%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gracious is the LORD, and righteous; yea, our God is merciful. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What shall I render unto the LORD for all his benefits toward me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Psalm 116:5,12 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-3012478495338170554?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/3012478495338170554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=3012478495338170554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/3012478495338170554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/3012478495338170554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-joy.html' title='Christmas {Joy}'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSO__Gs0OJI/AAAAAAAAFrg/gmNkmRF3R7c/s72-c/12-25-10%2B014%2B-%2BCopy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-2071242134799398871</id><published>2011-01-05T07:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T07:02:00.103-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Christmas {visitor}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKa_LfuEfI/AAAAAAAAFrQ/CqoFDIt3sFs/s1600/12-18-10%2B091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558175300336882162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKa_LfuEfI/AAAAAAAAFrQ/CqoFDIt3sFs/s400/12-18-10%2B091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Scott's dad spent the week before Christmas with us. To say that it was a special visit would be an understatement. He suffered a life-threatening health crisis this summer. During his two-month rehabilitation, we weren't sure if he would ever return to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKayQ8huHI/AAAAAAAAFrA/JnykVWnfENU/s1600/12-18-10%2B093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558175078461585522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKayQ8huHI/AAAAAAAAFrA/JnykVWnfENU/s400/12-18-10%2B093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We praise the Lord that He is the great Physician and Restorer and my father-in-law's health is now better than it has been in several years! And he is hopefully on the path to doing even better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKayD_i2XI/AAAAAAAAFq4/DjuluglUXQU/s1600/12-18-10%2B094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558175074984581490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKayD_i2XI/AAAAAAAAFq4/DjuluglUXQU/s400/12-18-10%2B094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a nice week with him: a few day trips, a lights tour, bedtime stories, family meals, but mostly just &lt;em&gt;being&lt;/em&gt; with him. We are so thankful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558175072220042130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKax5sbU5I/AAAAAAAAFqw/byz3TUGHyLc/s400/12-18-10%2B099.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how we all feel about Granddaddy being "back." :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-2071242134799398871?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/2071242134799398871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=2071242134799398871' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/2071242134799398871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/2071242134799398871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-visitor.html' title='Christmas {visitor}'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKa_LfuEfI/AAAAAAAAFrQ/CqoFDIt3sFs/s72-c/12-18-10%2B091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-1689568542513624377</id><published>2011-01-05T07:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T07:00:04.652-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Christmas {birthdays}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKSRGWdoII/AAAAAAAAFpQ/x7DRXK3xjew/s1600/12-18-10%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558165712588873858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKSRGWdoII/AAAAAAAAFpQ/x7DRXK3xjew/s400/12-18-10%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKSQ8z7XrI/AAAAAAAAFpI/J0qtNzoSbvo/s1600/12-18-10%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558165710028103346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKSQ8z7XrI/AAAAAAAAFpI/J0qtNzoSbvo/s400/12-18-10%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKSHWDh9bI/AAAAAAAAFpA/RliKGPfhJ-o/s1600/12-18-10%2B042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558165545005741490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKSHWDh9bI/AAAAAAAAFpA/RliKGPfhJ-o/s400/12-18-10%2B042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A sweet friend turned 40.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKSHfzrs4I/AAAAAAAAFo4/CX5FGiqpTx0/s1600/12-18-10%2B029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558165547623625602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKSHfzrs4I/AAAAAAAAFo4/CX5FGiqpTx0/s400/12-18-10%2B029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKR7ik14-I/AAAAAAAAFow/MLisnM-gf3s/s1600/12-18-10%2B053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558165342208254946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKR7ik14-I/AAAAAAAAFow/MLisnM-gf3s/s400/12-18-10%2B053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was fun, the babies were cute, the food was good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKR7I9IL5I/AAAAAAAAFoo/SS26AM2u6_M/s1600/12-18-10%2B115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558165335330795410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKR7I9IL5I/AAAAAAAAFoo/SS26AM2u6_M/s400/12-18-10%2B115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we had a little party here for my sister-in-law who also has a birthday a week before Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKRXtoDFeI/AAAAAAAAFog/efARPxz_r_I/s1600/12-18-10%2B129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558164726699202018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKRXtoDFeI/AAAAAAAAFog/efARPxz_r_I/s400/12-18-10%2B129.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKRXQAd-hI/AAAAAAAAFoY/5Aj_jmxtzIs/s1600/12-18-10%2B143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558164718748563986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKRXQAd-hI/AAAAAAAAFoY/5Aj_jmxtzIs/s400/12-18-10%2B143.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKRL7XHzJI/AAAAAAAAFoQ/LiU50G3g-vA/s1600/12-18-10%2B149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558164524227873938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKRL7XHzJI/AAAAAAAAFoQ/LiU50G3g-vA/s400/12-18-10%2B149.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKRLvgwOzI/AAAAAAAAFoI/3L_pPkSTKV8/s1600/12-18-10%2B151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558164521047046962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKRLvgwOzI/AAAAAAAAFoI/3L_pPkSTKV8/s400/12-18-10%2B151.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKQ_Q_LaCI/AAAAAAAAFoA/tC1-bwHfIDQ/s1600/12-18-10%2B154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558164306694727714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKQ_Q_LaCI/AAAAAAAAFoA/tC1-bwHfIDQ/s400/12-18-10%2B154.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (There &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; be a ham living at our house. Not sure if you could tell.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-1689568542513624377?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/1689568542513624377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=1689568542513624377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/1689568542513624377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/1689568542513624377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-birthdays.html' title='Christmas {birthdays}'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKSRGWdoII/AAAAAAAAFpQ/x7DRXK3xjew/s72-c/12-18-10%2B004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-3994690349477685066</id><published>2011-01-04T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T16:42:08.966-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Christmas {card}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="WIDTH: 425px; HEIGHT: 494px" class="sflyProductPreviewWidget"&gt;&lt;div style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/top.gif); HEIGHT: 6px" class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetTop"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bg.gif); PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 6px; PADDING-RIGHT: 6px; BACKGROUND-REPEAT: repeat-y; HEIGHT: 482px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetCenter"&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 14px; WIDTH: 105px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; HEIGHT: 34px; PADDING-TOP: 14px" class="sflyProductPreviewLogo"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/logo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; HEIGHT: 350px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" class="sflyProductPreviewContainer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images-community.shutterfly.com/prs/v1/8AbuWjhszcud/8AbuWjhszcudcl/p/67b0de21b3127d902548/JPEG/1294177012000/0/" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; PADDING-BOTTOM: 15px; LINE-HEIGHT: 19px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; HEIGHT: 55px; PADDING-TOP: 15px; BACKGROUND-: 0pxcolor:#f4f4e9;" class="sflyProductPreviewMessageContainer" &gt;&lt;div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial, sans-seris;font-size:15px;color:#333333;" class="sflyProductPreviewTitle"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Lovely Leaves Story Christmas 5x7 folded card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewSEOText"    style="font-family:arial, sans-seris;font-size:13px;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Create &lt;a style="COLOR: #6666cc" href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/christmas-cards"&gt;unique Christmas cards&lt;/a&gt; with Shutterfly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewViewCollection"    style="font-family:arial, sans-seris;font-size:13px;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;View the entire &lt;a style="COLOR: #6666cc" href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery"&gt;collection&lt;/a&gt; of cards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://cdn.staticsfly.com/img_/share/preview/msc/widget/bottom.gif); HEIGHT: 6px" class="sflyProductPreviewWidgetBottom"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thought I would share our Christmas card this year, since I &lt;a href="http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2010/11/shutterfly-christmas-cards.html"&gt;blogged earlier &lt;/a&gt;about how much I like Shutterfly. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Plus, bloggers who embed their card projects, can earn a $25 credit from Shutterfly, &lt;a href="http://freebies4mom.com/2010/11/25/bloggers-get-free-25-gift-certificate-from-shutterfly/"&gt;check it out&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-3994690349477685066?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/3994690349477685066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=3994690349477685066' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/3994690349477685066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/3994690349477685066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-card-oh-ten.html' title='Christmas {card}'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-5910787953817330954</id><published>2011-01-04T13:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T13:01:00.192-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Delicious'/><title type='text'>Christmas {chocolates}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKTZDVLR2I/AAAAAAAAFpo/B1k6Lt7rAEA/s1600/12-18-10%2B088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558166948728751970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKTZDVLR2I/AAAAAAAAFpo/B1k6Lt7rAEA/s400/12-18-10%2B088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKTYzex6XI/AAAAAAAAFpg/_qXAK020lws/s1600/12-18-10%2B086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558166944474065266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKTYzex6XI/AAAAAAAAFpg/_qXAK020lws/s400/12-18-10%2B086.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKTYjJ5U5I/AAAAAAAAFpY/klAKp-I8h6g/s1600/12-18-10%2B087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558166940091503506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKTYjJ5U5I/AAAAAAAAFpY/klAKp-I8h6g/s400/12-18-10%2B087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the same way when I hear the sirens letting us know that the firemen are coming around to give us free chocolates from our favorite, local chocolatier. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-5910787953817330954?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/5910787953817330954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=5910787953817330954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/5910787953817330954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/5910787953817330954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-chocolates.html' title='Christmas {chocolates}'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKTZDVLR2I/AAAAAAAAFpo/B1k6Lt7rAEA/s72-c/12-18-10%2B088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-2723065815520014388</id><published>2011-01-04T13:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T13:00:02.171-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures'/><title type='text'>Christmas {concert}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKU92HTc3I/AAAAAAAAFqA/6DFBQZhDiwk/s1600/12-20-10%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558168680347693938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKU92HTc3I/AAAAAAAAFqA/6DFBQZhDiwk/s400/12-20-10%2B031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKU9LPBzmI/AAAAAAAAFp4/FB7HHfqMsbs/s1600/12-20-10%2B030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558168668837367394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKU9LPBzmI/AAAAAAAAFp4/FB7HHfqMsbs/s400/12-20-10%2B030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKUuq6efBI/AAAAAAAAFpw/YXA1V9LQ_tc/s1600/12-20-10%2B023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558168419643063314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKUuq6efBI/AAAAAAAAFpw/YXA1V9LQ_tc/s400/12-20-10%2B023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The majority of us participated in our church's Christmas concert this year. Lily and Joey sang in the Master Club choir and Scott and I sang in the adult choir. It was fun to do this together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-2723065815520014388?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/2723065815520014388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=2723065815520014388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/2723065815520014388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/2723065815520014388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-concert.html' title='Christmas {concert}'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKU92HTc3I/AAAAAAAAFqA/6DFBQZhDiwk/s72-c/12-20-10%2B031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-3840632384131181856</id><published>2011-01-04T10:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T10:00:08.983-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Christmas {camp-out}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKN42MN-sI/AAAAAAAAFn4/q7MMEIRJQlU/s1600/1-1-11%2B118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558160897887566530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKN42MN-sI/AAAAAAAAFn4/q7MMEIRJQlU/s400/1-1-11%2B118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKN4ZEkFAI/AAAAAAAAFnw/1IiU7Fviixs/s1600/1-1-11%2B107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558160890070832130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKN4ZEkFAI/AAAAAAAAFnw/1IiU7Fviixs/s400/1-1-11%2B107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKN3jZW9pI/AAAAAAAAFno/Cok3AEskPW0/s1600/1-1-11%2B110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558160875662538386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKN3jZW9pI/AAAAAAAAFno/Cok3AEskPW0/s400/1-1-11%2B110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKN3D3sraI/AAAAAAAAFng/SscAd8XO3Fw/s1600/1-1-11%2B115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558160867199856034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKN3D3sraI/AAAAAAAAFng/SscAd8XO3Fw/s400/1-1-11%2B115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-3840632384131181856?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/3840632384131181856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=3840632384131181856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/3840632384131181856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/3840632384131181856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-camp-out.html' title='Christmas {camp-out}'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKN42MN-sI/AAAAAAAAFn4/q7MMEIRJQlU/s72-c/1-1-11%2B118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-5128331088200630681</id><published>2011-01-04T07:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T07:01:00.040-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Christmas {song}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKGfAH-L1I/AAAAAAAAFmE/OYU5tE4zMlg/s1600/12-5-10%2B033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558152757296115538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKGfAH-L1I/AAAAAAAAFmE/OYU5tE4zMlg/s400/12-5-10%2B033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hey, look! It's my favorite, little singing group. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-5128331088200630681?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/5128331088200630681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=5128331088200630681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/5128331088200630681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/5128331088200630681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-song.html' title='Christmas {song}'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKGfAH-L1I/AAAAAAAAFmE/OYU5tE4zMlg/s72-c/12-5-10%2B033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-3155112336310179773</id><published>2011-01-03T21:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T23:16:12.442-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joey'/><title type='text'>Christmas {recital}...or...Christmas {sugar}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKMki9PM7I/AAAAAAAAFnY/BJ3ARAlmn9Y/s1600/12-15-10%2B030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558159449615446962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKMki9PM7I/AAAAAAAAFnY/BJ3ARAlmn9Y/s400/12-15-10%2B030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lily and Joey participated in their piano recital in December. Though they may have been slightly more excited about the sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKMkUR8GLI/AAAAAAAAFnQ/hKxQKpnKTYE/s1600/12-15-10%2B034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558159445675743410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKMkUR8GLI/AAAAAAAAFnQ/hKxQKpnKTYE/s400/12-15-10%2B034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh yeah. The kids spent the better part of December amped up on sugar and Christmas. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-3155112336310179773?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/3155112336310179773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=3155112336310179773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/3155112336310179773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/3155112336310179773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-recitalorchristmas-sugar.html' title='Christmas {recital}...or...Christmas {sugar}'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKMki9PM7I/AAAAAAAAFnY/BJ3ARAlmn9Y/s72-c/12-15-10%2B030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-2876741828520115866</id><published>2011-01-03T21:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T23:15:38.021-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures'/><title type='text'>Christmas {adventure}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKJb5oZDZI/AAAAAAAAFm4/kRwL3ckTc1w/s1600/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558156002548321682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKJb5oZDZI/AAAAAAAAFm4/kRwL3ckTc1w/s400/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In December, I took the girls to see a live performance of The Nutcracker ballet! (The boys stayed home and bonded over pizza and a model airplane.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKJbqyhCoI/AAAAAAAAFmw/hgKFF-_g-y4/s1600/12-11-10%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558155998564256386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKJbqyhCoI/AAAAAAAAFmw/hgKFF-_g-y4/s400/12-11-10%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The adventure was fantastic! They loved just being in the grand symphony hall! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKJbeCl3VI/AAAAAAAAFmo/m_xZsReYHKg/s1600/12-11-10%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558155995142020434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKJbeCl3VI/AAAAAAAAFmo/m_xZsReYHKg/s400/12-11-10%2B011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The score for The Nutcracker is particularly "animated," and it was amazing to see all of the unique, little instruments the live orchestra used to make different sounds! The girls LOVED the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKJbGBJCsI/AAAAAAAAFmg/DD09b6W1Uq8/s1600/12-11-10%2B045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558155988693486274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKJbGBJCsI/AAAAAAAAFmg/DD09b6W1Uq8/s400/12-11-10%2B045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And to cap it all off, afterwards, they played in the box seats and pretended to be grand ladies attending a concert. What could be better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-2876741828520115866?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/2876741828520115866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=2876741828520115866' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/2876741828520115866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/2876741828520115866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-adventure.html' title='Christmas {adventure}'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKJb5oZDZI/AAAAAAAAFm4/kRwL3ckTc1w/s72-c/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-5461533149334639164</id><published>2011-01-03T21:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T23:15:22.088-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gracie'/><title type='text'>Christmas {spontaneity}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKDfvbyAtI/AAAAAAAAFl8/4CgGnGn7ZoE/s1600/12-23-10%2B058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558149471460786898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKDfvbyAtI/AAAAAAAAFl8/4CgGnGn7ZoE/s400/12-23-10%2B058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joey is prone to spontaneous expressions of affection &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when presents are imminent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKDfSYphZI/AAAAAAAAFl0/Vd2J52xZ6ow/s1600/12-23-10%2B060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558149463663019410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKDfSYphZI/AAAAAAAAFl0/Vd2J52xZ6ow/s400/12-23-10%2B060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Girls always reciprocate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKDfKpeLZI/AAAAAAAAFls/n49wCUWA8AY/s1600/12-23-10%2B063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558149461586095506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKDfKpeLZI/AAAAAAAAFls/n49wCUWA8AY/s400/12-23-10%2B063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Goodness, do these three make me smile. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-5461533149334639164?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/5461533149334639164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=5461533149334639164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/5461533149334639164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/5461533149334639164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2011/01/christmas-spontaneity.html' title='Christmas {spontaneity}'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSKDfvbyAtI/AAAAAAAAFl8/4CgGnGn7ZoE/s72-c/12-23-10%2B058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-7380388384474859216</id><published>2010-12-16T12:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T12:44:03.657-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This Mommy&apos;s Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gracie'/><title type='text'>Christmas peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551336859417602322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TQpPdh4eaRI/AAAAAAAAFlA/8aKVN9-1IKg/s400/12-15-10%2B055%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;This makes my heart sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TQpO3w3TbGI/AAAAAAAAFkw/PWQqEzd-sGs/s1600/12-15-10%2B050%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551336210604190818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TQpO3w3TbGI/AAAAAAAAFkw/PWQqEzd-sGs/s400/12-15-10%2B050%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love it when the house is still and I go looking for the cause and find my little readers. These are definitely moments of Christmas peace. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-7380388384474859216?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/7380388384474859216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=7380388384474859216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/7380388384474859216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/7380388384474859216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-peace.html' title='Christmas peace'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TQpPdh4eaRI/AAAAAAAAFlA/8aKVN9-1IKg/s72-c/12-15-10%2B055%2B-%2BCopy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-1427659054254502146</id><published>2010-12-10T19:21:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T20:23:26.328-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This Mommy&apos;s Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>{little precious}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TQLFkHBblJI/AAAAAAAAFko/PkSrJTLuGY4/s1600/us1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549214915024884882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TQLFkHBblJI/AAAAAAAAFko/PkSrJTLuGY4/s400/us1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother's womb. }&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TQLFkOgmQWI/AAAAAAAAFkg/Q9RS8uD23RI/s1600/us2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549214917034656098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TQLFkOgmQWI/AAAAAAAAFkg/Q9RS8uD23RI/s400/us2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well. }&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TQLFj0PCxGI/AAAAAAAAFkY/eTqyUw6WxUw/s1600/us3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549214909981705314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TQLFj0PCxGI/AAAAAAAAFkY/eTqyUw6WxUw/s400/us3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, } &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TQLFjhovPzI/AAAAAAAAFkQ/JR-CrGONXmE/s1600/us4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549214904989204274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TQLFjhovPzI/AAAAAAAAFkQ/JR-CrGONXmE/s400/us4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. }&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549214748601389442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TQLFabC-kYI/AAAAAAAAFj4/MKZ5_IKC76M/s400/us7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ Thine eyes did see my substance, }&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TQLFZyrU_3I/AAAAAAAAFjw/duUNUp5dCJc/s1600/us8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549214737764777842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TQLFZyrU_3I/AAAAAAAAFjw/duUNUp5dCJc/s400/us8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{ yet being unperfect; }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 360px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549214904537405170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TQLFjf9BVvI/AAAAAAAAFkI/QG1hqlGjbXE/s400/us5.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;{ and in thy book all my members were written, }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TQLFar7PM_I/AAAAAAAAFkA/qUs3JjAI8mw/s1600/us6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549214753132327922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TQLFar7PM_I/AAAAAAAAFkA/qUs3JjAI8mw/s400/us6.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{ which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them. }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 348px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549214736310299602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TQLFZtQja9I/AAAAAAAAFjo/QsjKgotXkk0/s400/us9.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;{ How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them! Psalm 139:13-17 }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TQLFZfK8MgI/AAAAAAAAFjg/NiBTxKB5Ps8/s1600/us10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549214732528660994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TQLFZfK8MgI/AAAAAAAAFjg/NiBTxKB5Ps8/s400/us10.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We were able to see our little sweetie again on Monday! Baby is cute as a button, appears healthy, measures perfectly, and is a very wiggly little GIRL! Scott and I feel very much like the psalmist must have felt when he penned these words...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ Many, O LORD my God, are thy wonderful works which thou hast done, and thy thoughts which are to us-ward: Psalm 40:5 }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all pretty excited about a little more sugar and spice! We didn't care either way, and this is the first time we have found out the gender of our baby prior to the birth. Joey is happy to have another cookie-baker in the house, and the girls are tickled pink about a baby sister. Our hearts are so thankful for another precious miracle! Truly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{ The blessing of the LORD, it maketh rich, Proverbs 10:22 }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-1427659054254502146?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/1427659054254502146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=1427659054254502146' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/1427659054254502146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/1427659054254502146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2010/12/little-precious.html' title='{little precious}'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TQLFkHBblJI/AAAAAAAAFko/PkSrJTLuGY4/s72-c/us1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-8609345625078985157</id><published>2010-12-04T21:55:00.025-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T18:54:38.172-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>{so much}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So much has happened in the last few months. I have been savoring so many moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547720841413523602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TP12tlF7-JI/AAAAAAAAFjY/yvITtijjddQ/s400/10-8-10%2B409%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother got married in October (how is it possible that it has almost been two months since their wedding?!). The ceremony was just beautiful and we had a really great time the whole week we were in Ohio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsWCAR2qII/AAAAAAAAFjA/QhzObCILmJw/s1600/10-8-10%2B097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547051589727332482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsWCAR2qII/AAAAAAAAFjA/QhzObCILmJw/s400/10-8-10%2B097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little dude was a ringbearer along with his cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsWB5zRl-I/AAAAAAAAFi4/W2uAhU4SaZE/s1600/10-8-10%2B123%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547051587988461538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsWB5zRl-I/AAAAAAAAFi4/W2uAhU4SaZE/s400/10-8-10%2B123%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsVshjLrCI/AAAAAAAAFiw/E_fk7Qm2mMo/s1600/10-8-10%2B128%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547051220701260834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsVshjLrCI/AAAAAAAAFiw/E_fk7Qm2mMo/s400/10-8-10%2B128%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsVrrXa1GI/AAAAAAAAFio/hUjTKpUktPM/s1600/10-8-10%2B235%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547051206156407906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsVrrXa1GI/AAAAAAAAFio/hUjTKpUktPM/s400/10-8-10%2B235%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsVrYdeMnI/AAAAAAAAFig/QI5D9cQwJb0/s1600/10-8-10%2B290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547051201081520754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsVrYdeMnI/AAAAAAAAFig/QI5D9cQwJb0/s400/10-8-10%2B290.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsVHXJhJ_I/AAAAAAAAFiY/f1swx19qAEU/s1600/10-8-10%2B438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547050582254102514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsVHXJhJ_I/AAAAAAAAFiY/f1swx19qAEU/s400/10-8-10%2B438.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sister made the "hunting" groom's cake for John. As the mother of the bride said, "There isn't a man in this room that doesn't LOVE that cake!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsVG34IMBI/AAAAAAAAFiQ/P-vYesRt-OU/s1600/10-8-10%2B449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547050573859663890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsVG34IMBI/AAAAAAAAFiQ/P-vYesRt-OU/s400/10-8-10%2B449.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she did a great job on the real wedding cake too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsUw41lG8I/AAAAAAAAFiI/ZT7EJM3ZBzg/s1600/10-8-10%2B010%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547050196160289730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsUw41lG8I/AAAAAAAAFiI/ZT7EJM3ZBzg/s400/10-8-10%2B010%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We even got to meet up and have lunch with some sweet friends while we were out there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsPwukvKmI/AAAAAAAAFiA/JKF1C6iPE2o/s1600/10-24-10%2B065%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547044695847152226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsPwukvKmI/AAAAAAAAFiA/JKF1C6iPE2o/s400/10-24-10%2B065%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Later that month, we had some fun at the pumpkin patch with the cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsOmIkK62I/AAAAAAAAFh4/RMm3AAY4qG8/s1600/10-24-10%2B134%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547043414333909858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsOmIkK62I/AAAAAAAAFh4/RMm3AAY4qG8/s400/10-24-10%2B134%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsOl3trQcI/AAAAAAAAFhw/NjgE7m-Ws2g/s1600/10-24-10%2B165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547043409810375106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsOl3trQcI/AAAAAAAAFhw/NjgE7m-Ws2g/s400/10-24-10%2B165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vast quantities of ice cream have been consumed, of late. Especially by this mama. This was pumpkin soft serve to cap off our pumpkin patch day. It left a lasting impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547042246995790274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsNiL5EycI/AAAAAAAAFho/2z_COGiN1qU/s400/10-24-10%2B231%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;This little lady turned five in October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsNhz_940I/AAAAAAAAFhg/jxSiw17D_hk/s1600/10-24-10%2B234%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 399px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547042240582247234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsNhz_940I/AAAAAAAAFhg/jxSiw17D_hk/s400/10-24-10%2B234%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsLFpqAZSI/AAAAAAAAFhQ/EAnMXjAyJgo/s1600/10-27-10%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547039557746189602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsLFpqAZSI/AAAAAAAAFhQ/EAnMXjAyJgo/s400/10-27-10%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To celebrate her birthday, my sister and I took the girls to New York City!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsK99Ri0oI/AAAAAAAAFhI/ZJyY2ztLzwE/s1600/10-27-10%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547039425573343874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsK99Ri0oI/AAAAAAAAFhI/ZJyY2ztLzwE/s400/10-27-10%2B016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsK9n-15UI/AAAAAAAAFhA/4eJOmMCBaKE/s1600/10-27-10%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547039419857757506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsK9n-15UI/AAAAAAAAFhA/4eJOmMCBaKE/s400/10-27-10%2B031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsKxhJyeZI/AAAAAAAAFg4/ipHyIegLCx4/s1600/10-27-10%2B038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547039211866192274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsKxhJyeZI/AAAAAAAAFg4/ipHyIegLCx4/s400/10-27-10%2B038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsKxCSjgVI/AAAAAAAAFgw/of_yI5CGSXU/s1600/10-27-10%2B040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547039203581460818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsKxCSjgVI/AAAAAAAAFgw/of_yI5CGSXU/s400/10-27-10%2B040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The American Girl store was ridiculously adorable!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsKf7aZvUI/AAAAAAAAFgo/13VA5LNiQvs/s1600/10-27-10%2B074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547038909677550914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsKf7aZvUI/AAAAAAAAFgo/13VA5LNiQvs/s400/10-27-10%2B074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls LOVED walking around NYC almost as much as their mothers did. :) Katina and I are planning a shopping/Broadway show trip next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsKfN6PNHI/AAAAAAAAFgg/w4fMVKOnYyU/s1600/10-27-10%2B077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547038897463047282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsKfN6PNHI/AAAAAAAAFgg/w4fMVKOnYyU/s400/10-27-10%2B077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; {Isaiah 33:6}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsZz8cvzzI/AAAAAAAAFjQ/wgf_Ob5k63I/s1600/10-27-10%2B109%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547055746227621682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsZz8cvzzI/AAAAAAAAFjQ/wgf_Ob5k63I/s400/10-27-10%2B109%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kit loved NYC too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsJSJaluBI/AAAAAAAAFgQ/xY0IiyIs8bg/s1600/11-10-10%2B018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547037573406636050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsJSJaluBI/AAAAAAAAFgQ/xY0IiyIs8bg/s400/11-10-10%2B018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if that wasn't enough, we had a family birthday party for the four birthdays we collectively have in October and November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsJRdbaXTI/AAAAAAAAFgI/qJPoB8Nf3U0/s1600/11-10-10%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547037561598926130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsJRdbaXTI/AAAAAAAAFgI/qJPoB8Nf3U0/s400/11-10-10%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These little ladies made these adorable flowerpot desserts (and had fun with the face paints too!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsD8mYDGXI/AAAAAAAAFgA/DY6EJfQGDyc/s1600/11-11-10%2B002%2B-%2BCopy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 344px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547031705665345906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsD8mYDGXI/AAAAAAAAFgA/DY6EJfQGDyc/s400/11-11-10%2B002%2B-%2BCopy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We said good-bye to some of our dear, dear friends in November. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsD72NHuZI/AAAAAAAAFf4/dIRL1BJfgdI/s1600/11-11-10%2B058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547031692734609810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsD72NHuZI/AAAAAAAAFf4/dIRL1BJfgdI/s400/11-11-10%2B058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids helped me make 84+ quarts of applesauce. I am so thankful for my helpers! (photo courtesy of Lily)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsB47AbI8I/AAAAAAAAFfw/z6RhJKjfFzI/s1600/12-2-10%2B069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547029443460670402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsB47AbI8I/AAAAAAAAFfw/z6RhJKjfFzI/s400/12-2-10%2B069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We hosted Thanksgiving again in our home this year. I say it every year, but I think this was my favorite Thanksgiving yet. We had such a nice time... the food was good, there was a lot of family, chatter, kids, laughter, desserts... It was just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsB4A2JA1I/AAAAAAAAFfo/llwJrJYJzws/s1600/12-2-10%2B056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547029427848282962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsB4A2JA1I/AAAAAAAAFfo/llwJrJYJzws/s400/12-2-10%2B056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Plus, some of this white stuff began falling for the first time this season on the morning of Thanksgiving. It made for a beautiful memory of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsBnb88eeI/AAAAAAAAFfg/aTTn6NCpRTg/s1600/12-2-10%2B058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547029143066802658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsBnb88eeI/AAAAAAAAFfg/aTTn6NCpRTg/s400/12-2-10%2B058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsBmTH2TEI/AAAAAAAAFfY/daxkX8kTcYo/s1600/12-2-10%2B098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547029123516746818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsBmTH2TEI/AAAAAAAAFfY/daxkX8kTcYo/s400/12-2-10%2B098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And now we are in full-fledged Christmas-mode around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsBlufKA6I/AAAAAAAAFfQ/SUmn2QKIHcc/s1600/12-2-10%2B097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547029113682396066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsBlufKA6I/AAAAAAAAFfQ/SUmn2QKIHcc/s400/12-2-10%2B097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids are crafting up a storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsARCbWDUI/AAAAAAAAFfI/qX_nleDEvzc/s1600/12-3-10%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547027658746236226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsARCbWDUI/AAAAAAAAFfI/qX_nleDEvzc/s400/12-3-10%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We're still plodding on with homeschool (all praise to the Lord!) and keeping up with things like our monthly Pizza Hut Book It! lunches...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsAQ6HsScI/AAAAAAAAFfA/XwosEf9lomE/s1600/12-3-10%2B063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547027656516323778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPsAQ6HsScI/AAAAAAAAFfA/XwosEf9lomE/s400/12-3-10%2B063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...and swimming lessons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPr_0DuQo8I/AAAAAAAAFe4/3yt4PPLsKoQ/s1600/12-4-10%2B028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547027160877802434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TPr_0DuQo8I/AAAAAAAAFe4/3yt4PPLsKoQ/s400/12-4-10%2B028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All of the while, the Creator has been fashioning a sweet, little one in my womb. And I am reminded of his/her presence by gentle wiggles and flips throughout the day. It seems impossible that I am halfway through this pregnancy already. Christmas is such a special time to be expecting a child. Like Mary, I find myself often &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke+2:19&amp;amp;version=KJV"&gt;keeping things and pondering them in my heart&lt;/a&gt;. This little baby is already bringing us so much joy and anticipation! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hope you all are enjoying this wondrous season in which we can especially celebrate the coming of our Lord to this earth! May we all take some time to focus on Him this month! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-8609345625078985157?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/8609345625078985157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=8609345625078985157' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/8609345625078985157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/8609345625078985157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2010/12/so-much.html' title='{so much}'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TP12tlF7-JI/AAAAAAAAFjY/yvITtijjddQ/s72-c/10-8-10%2B409%2B-%2BCopy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-5339327758682188423</id><published>2010-11-08T18:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T16:22:58.814-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>Shutterfly Christmas Cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TNiLX0GPW2I/AAAAAAAAFec/wuoHaWbPZNg/s1600/STATIONERYCARD_FOLDED_5x7-27142-2442-MERCHLARGE_FRONT-v128102576100078931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537328983090092898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TNiLX0GPW2I/AAAAAAAAFec/wuoHaWbPZNg/s400/STATIONERYCARD_FOLDED_5x7-27142-2442-MERCHLARGE_FRONT-v128102576100078931.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the last several years, I have ordered all of our Christmas cards from &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/"&gt;Shutterfly&lt;/a&gt;. Their selection is superior and their quality is great! We've tried folded cards and flat cards and been delighted with both of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year, I used one of their &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/folded-greeting-cards"&gt;folded card designs&lt;/a&gt; and received more compliments on that card than any other year! I liked that I could type our Christmas letter directly into the inside of the card, rather than printing it out separately! And now you can even personalize the inside of the card with pictures too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like every year they expand their&lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery"&gt; line of Christmas cards &lt;/a&gt;to include more and more pretty designs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/cards-stationery/three-wise-men-religious-christmas-card-5x7-flat?sortType=1&amp;amp;storeNode=60217"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is a cute design with a Biblical message, which is hard to find...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TNiLXTFgVgI/AAAAAAAAFeU/HlkSY9-m968/s1600/STATIONERYCARD_5x7-23052-2740-MERCHLARGE_FRONT-v128104005600081309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537328974228641282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TNiLXTFgVgI/AAAAAAAAFeU/HlkSY9-m968/s400/STATIONERYCARD_5x7-23052-2740-MERCHLARGE_FRONT-v128104005600081309.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And so is &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/cards-stationery/christ-wishes-religious-christmas-card-5x7-flat?sortType=1&amp;amp;storeNode=60217"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TNiLXFGoWMI/AAAAAAAAFeM/EvQfHtrEMbc/s1600/STATIONERYCARD_5x7-23052-2326-MERCHLARGE_FRONT-v128104002100097322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537328970475264194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TNiLXFGoWMI/AAAAAAAAFeM/EvQfHtrEMbc/s400/STATIONERYCARD_5x7-23052-2326-MERCHLARGE_FRONT-v128104002100097322.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/cards-stationery/blessed-elegance-religious-christmas-card-5x7-flat?sortType=1&amp;amp;storeNode=60217"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537328962813510642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TNiLWoj7Q_I/AAAAAAAAFeE/g839wvihB_k/s400/STATIONERYCARD_5x7-23052-2284-MERCHLARGE_FRONT-v1281039992000117476.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out their &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery"&gt;complete line of Christmas cards&lt;/a&gt;, they're all cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've used &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/"&gt;Shutterfly&lt;/a&gt; for other &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/photo-gifts"&gt;photo gifts&lt;/a&gt; too. Like &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/calendars"&gt;calendars&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/photo-gifts"&gt;mugs&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/photo-gifts"&gt;photobooks&lt;/a&gt;. Not to mention countless &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/prints"&gt;prints&lt;/a&gt; orders. And each time I've been pleased with the results and their super-fast shipping times! I like that &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/calendars"&gt;calendars&lt;/a&gt; can not only be personalized with photos, but also special dates and reminders can be typed straight into the &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/calendars"&gt;calendar&lt;/a&gt;! My father-in-law especially appreciates this feature when I make him one every year for Christmas. :) Also, their collection of &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/baby-cards-stationery"&gt;birth announcements&lt;/a&gt; is ADORABLE! I have a feeling I'll be checking it out again in a few months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloggers can apply &lt;a href="http://blog.shutterfly.com/5358/holiday2010-blog-submission-form/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to receive 50 free cards. &lt;a href="http://blog.shutterfly.com/5358/holiday2010-blog-submission-form/"&gt;Check out all of the details &lt;/a&gt;if you want to participate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-5339327758682188423?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/5339327758682188423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=5339327758682188423' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/5339327758682188423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/5339327758682188423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2010/11/shutterfly-christmas-cards.html' title='Shutterfly Christmas Cards'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TNiLX0GPW2I/AAAAAAAAFec/wuoHaWbPZNg/s72-c/STATIONERYCARD_FOLDED_5x7-27142-2442-MERCHLARGE_FRONT-v128102576100078931.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-2751232949043612424</id><published>2010-10-29T23:05:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T00:02:35.341-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do hard things 2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lily'/><title type='text'>keep on running</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TMuXV93dhGI/AAAAAAAAFd8/9_ElqQoHiU8/s1600/10-16-10+050+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533682970795017314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TMuXV93dhGI/AAAAAAAAFd8/9_ElqQoHiU8/s400/10-16-10+050+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Life has been so full lately, I can't even begin to keep my blog updated. Thanks for all of your well wishes regarding our new, little blessing! We are really excited and glad that we now have less than six months until we get to hold our new baby! I'm almost 15 weeks along, and starting to feel a bit better. It may take a few more weeks until I feel back to normal, but that's par for the course for me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I'm not sure I'll be totally back to "normal." I cried on the phone with a Kohl's associate last week, I tear up during almost every, single song service at church, and I call people by someone else's name...so it may be another year or two until I'm back to "normal"...or maybe I never was normal to start. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many thoughts swirling through this brain of mine...and so many things I want to record here. So I guess I'll start with our race. Lily and I ran our first 5k together a few weeks ago. I can't begin to share how much running has influenced my life. My husband practically majored in cross country in college, and has always enjoyed the sport. For years, he has rambled on to me about the advantages of running and all of the spiritual applications, and since I've taken up running, I &lt;em&gt;get it&lt;/em&gt;. I really, &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; understand what he means. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Running has impacted my spiritual life in some unbelievable ways. There are so many Scripture passages that deal with running the Christian life as a race that come alive to a runner, in ways that I never realized before. When I'm out running, listening to godly music, breathing in fresh air, it's just the Lord and me, and it's amazing...so indicative of what the Christian life is all about...putting one foot in front of the other, depending on God, looking to the finish line. I could go on and on, but I will stop. Especially because Pennsylvania's good running weather is coming to a close. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, back to the race... Lily and I ran the&lt;a href="http://www.womens5kclassic.org/"&gt; Women's 5k Classic &lt;/a&gt;to benefit breast cancer awareness. My grandmother is a 28 year survivor, so the cause is special to us. And it was also a lot of fun as it was all women and all pink. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TMuPXVIHVgI/AAAAAAAAFdo/I7O8paum5zg/s1600/10-16-10+039+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 354px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533674198125729282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TMuPXVIHVgI/AAAAAAAAFdo/I7O8paum5zg/s400/10-16-10+039+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a lot of fun at the health expo the day before the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TMuPBNeeRWI/AAAAAAAAFdQ/VMnncrKl3SI/s1600/10-16-10+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533673818114901346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TMuPBNeeRWI/AAAAAAAAFdQ/VMnncrKl3SI/s400/10-16-10+041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got all kinds of goodies and got to see ice cream being made and sample it, of course. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TMuPA6aHDII/AAAAAAAAFdI/oixUpEb2nuI/s1600/10-16-10+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533673812996328578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TMuPA6aHDII/AAAAAAAAFdI/oixUpEb2nuI/s400/10-16-10+051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the big day, the whole family came along to watch and cheer us on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TMuPAr6_a0I/AAAAAAAAFdA/3byav_yzsEc/s1600/10-16-10+078+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 338px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533673809107708738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TMuPAr6_a0I/AAAAAAAAFdA/3byav_yzsEc/s400/10-16-10+078+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And we did it!! Lily has her daddy's running legs and has been running around our neighborhood this year. She logged over 75 miles this summer, and I was really proud of her because she didn't stop once during the race! And that was without any actual training for a 3.1 mile race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather turned out to be really nice, and I'm so glad I ran with my girlie! Originally, I was going to enter so I could run and make some good time and have someone else run/walk with Lily, but then I changed my mind and decided that we were going to enter as a mother/daughter team and stick with each other the whole time. I'm so glad that I did! We had a great time together and it was so fun to run with THIS girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TMuPASviS_I/AAAAAAAAFc4/WqmARJ2KRWY/s1600/10-16-10+086+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 394px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533673802348776434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TMuPASviS_I/AAAAAAAAFc4/WqmARJ2KRWY/s400/10-16-10+086+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking unto Jesus the author and finisher of our faith; who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is set down at the right hand of the throne of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For consider him that endured such contradiction of sinners against himself, lest ye be wearied and faint in your minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 12:1-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There is a Goal at the end of the Christian life! And we need to keep our eyes on &lt;em&gt;Him&lt;/em&gt; even when we're weary and tempted to faint! What amazing truths are wrapped up in just these three verses alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TMuL5jyMMvI/AAAAAAAAFcw/o4wwJzmso1k/s1600/10-24-10+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533670388129346290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TMuL5jyMMvI/AAAAAAAAFcw/o4wwJzmso1k/s400/10-24-10+011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the case of our run, there was a sweet goal after it was all over...and it was pink, made of dark chocolate and benefiting a worthy cause...how can one resist? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-2751232949043612424?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/2751232949043612424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=2751232949043612424' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/2751232949043612424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/2751232949043612424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2010/10/keep-on-running.html' title='keep on running'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TMuXV93dhGI/AAAAAAAAFd8/9_ElqQoHiU8/s72-c/10-16-10+050+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-2154136985513812601</id><published>2010-10-12T13:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T13:30:03.937-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><title type='text'>This will be me in a few months...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TLPA-Whhj8I/AAAAAAAAFcc/s_Yzl2TiKls/s1600/7-5-10+232+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526973345144344514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TLPA-Whhj8I/AAAAAAAAFcc/s_Yzl2TiKls/s400/7-5-10+232+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...because of this sweet, little soul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TLPAuEP7-JI/AAAAAAAAFcU/GONdS_jOnjg/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526973065360832658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TLPAuEP7-JI/AAAAAAAAFcU/GONdS_jOnjg/s400/Untitled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all ecstatic about it!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-2154136985513812601?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/2154136985513812601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=2154136985513812601' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/2154136985513812601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/2154136985513812601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-will-be-me-in-few-months.html' title='This will be me in a few months...'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TLPA-Whhj8I/AAAAAAAAFcc/s_Yzl2TiKls/s72-c/7-5-10+232+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-6847697040371306876</id><published>2010-09-21T22:44:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T23:42:39.521-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>where were we?</title><content type='html'>Wow, I guess things have been crazy around here with the start of school and I haven't kept up with this thing very well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It appears that I didn't blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519574115116013858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJl3aeruWSI/AAAAAAAAFcM/ORCVXntV-dk/s400/7-23-10+263.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that we went to different parks every Friday of the summer, and the kids LOVED it!  The park with a creek to swim in was their particular favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJl3JABwB5I/AAAAAAAAFcE/o82fI2bcv_o/s1600/7-20-10+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519573814829123474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJl3JABwB5I/AAAAAAAAFcE/o82fI2bcv_o/s400/7-20-10+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...that Home Depot delivered what Gracie called "a big chunk of sticks"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJl3Im8ZDsI/AAAAAAAAFb8/726M32XUXE8/s1600/7-21-10+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519573808095760066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJl3Im8ZDsI/AAAAAAAAFb8/726M32XUXE8/s400/7-21-10+037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJl16-QiWxI/AAAAAAAAFbs/T-3o7fNnn_o/s1600/7-28-10+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519572474324474642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJl16-QiWxI/AAAAAAAAFbs/T-3o7fNnn_o/s400/7-28-10+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...and that some very dear friends of ours turned the "sticks" into a beautiful deck for us!  They worked so hard...it was sweltering during the "deck week."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJl05aLZc5I/AAAAAAAAFbk/qXMUt3uhDrY/s1600/7-30-10+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519571347947746194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJl05aLZc5I/AAAAAAAAFbk/qXMUt3uhDrY/s400/7-30-10+064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...and Joey tried to take the credit for all of the work each night after they left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJl0jiNv0tI/AAAAAAAAFbc/i0cZNOxI1j4/s1600/8-6-10+126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519570972147962578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJl0jiNv0tI/AAAAAAAAFbc/i0cZNOxI1j4/s400/8-6-10+126.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and now all the kids want to do is run around on our pretty deck and eat every meal out there.  Which is fine with me because it keeps the kitchen cleaner. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJl0U-YbRSI/AAAAAAAAFbU/jcawX3H0IjU/s1600/8-6-10+094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519570722010907938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJl0U-YbRSI/AAAAAAAAFbU/jcawX3H0IjU/s400/8-6-10+094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....I guess I didn't blog that a snake came to visit us.  Twice.  And he was cherished by all of the children on the street. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJl0UaTduZI/AAAAAAAAFbM/cLZTw-26QQc/s1600/8-6-10+077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519570712326420882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJl0UaTduZI/AAAAAAAAFbM/cLZTw-26QQc/s400/8-6-10+077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...and I didn't talk about how much the kids enjoyed VBS this year.  It was all Pioneers &amp;amp; Prairie Dogs this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJlzuHAVNkI/AAAAAAAAFbE/G4_i1Lk0a2U/s1600/8-6-10+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519570054310868546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJlzuHAVNkI/AAAAAAAAFbE/G4_i1Lk0a2U/s400/8-6-10+023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and I failed to mention that Lily got her expansion appliance and braces off!  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJlzhjU6DGI/AAAAAAAAFa8/bppSrPDszEA/s1600/8-14-10+106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519569838575062114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJlzhjU6DGI/AAAAAAAAFa8/bppSrPDszEA/s400/8-14-10+106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Nor did I blog that we had a little birthday party here for my sister...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJlzhS1VT4I/AAAAAAAAFa0/eC1j4Ah230s/s1600/8-14-10+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519569834147663746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJlzhS1VT4I/AAAAAAAAFa0/eC1j4Ah230s/s400/8-14-10+023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJlzg3kmQZI/AAAAAAAAFas/xt7MFD8mWPY/s1600/8-14-10+111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519569826829713810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJlzg3kmQZI/AAAAAAAAFas/xt7MFD8mWPY/s400/8-14-10+111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJlzgQmi_pI/AAAAAAAAFak/xIFG9C2a0EI/s1600/8-14-10+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519569816368905874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJlzgQmi_pI/AAAAAAAAFak/xIFG9C2a0EI/s400/8-14-10+020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...it was a hoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJlzHF5f3PI/AAAAAAAAFac/26v0jVi7CgI/s1600/8-14-10+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519569383998872818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJlzHF5f3PI/AAAAAAAAFac/26v0jVi7CgI/s400/8-14-10+034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...I guess I didn't comment on how cute I think my husband is. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJly4MC_-tI/AAAAAAAAFaU/GeyhyUIsQpE/s1600/8-14-10+058+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519569127951301330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJly4MC_-tI/AAAAAAAAFaU/GeyhyUIsQpE/s400/8-14-10+058+Copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJly3RbxRmI/AAAAAAAAFaM/o3kJEa-enDs/s1600/8-14-10+081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519569112217503330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJly3RbxRmI/AAAAAAAAFaM/o3kJEa-enDs/s400/8-14-10+081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...or how much fun it was to have our first party on the deck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJlxURBrdnI/AAAAAAAAFaE/sP0fJdVam3o/s1600/8-14-10+172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519567411301021298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJlxURBrdnI/AAAAAAAAFaE/sP0fJdVam3o/s400/8-14-10+172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJlxTsz7z3I/AAAAAAAAFZ8/RxjoRBd2ELM/s1600/8-14-10+166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519567401579695986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJlxTsz7z3I/AAAAAAAAFZ8/RxjoRBd2ELM/s400/8-14-10+166.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I never posted photos of Lily's finished bunting project...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJlv1HAEqFI/AAAAAAAAFZ0/f_icJbf_aGc/s1600/8-14-10+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519565776522356818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJlv1HAEqFI/AAAAAAAAFZ0/f_icJbf_aGc/s400/8-14-10+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...or of my messy living room/office.  Which is always the very last place to get straightened up before company comes.  This was about 8 minutes before Katina's party.  Just keepin' it real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJlv0usILZI/AAAAAAAAFZs/5JTi0mC3uQQ/s1600/8-17-10+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519565769996250514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJlv0usILZI/AAAAAAAAFZs/5JTi0mC3uQQ/s400/8-17-10+039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...I didn't mention how much I love, love, LOVE hearing my son read aloud.  I think it's my current most favorite thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJlv0U19iUI/AAAAAAAAFZk/FxeMJEkXY6g/s1600/8-17-10+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519565763058174274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJlv0U19iUI/AAAAAAAAFZk/FxeMJEkXY6g/s400/8-17-10+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...or how Lily made up her own Lego "facebook."  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJlv0EYhjDI/AAAAAAAAFZc/jIDu52-3snY/s1600/9-10-10+087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519565758639737906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJlv0EYhjDI/AAAAAAAAFZc/jIDu52-3snY/s400/9-10-10+087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...or that Scott took off work and took us on a little daytrip thanks to some free tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJlvzVvmlrI/AAAAAAAAFZU/dJEi3Tpat2U/s1600/9-10-10+090+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519565746120070834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJlvzVvmlrI/AAAAAAAAFZU/dJEi3Tpat2U/s400/9-10-10+090+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I guess I forgot to mention those things, didn't I?  :)  So how is your September? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-6847697040371306876?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/6847697040371306876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=6847697040371306876' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/6847697040371306876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/6847697040371306876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2010/09/where-were-we.html' title='where were we?'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TJl3aeruWSI/AAAAAAAAFcM/ORCVXntV-dk/s72-c/7-23-10+263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-6453070734893311131</id><published>2010-08-27T15:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T15:24:11.900-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gracie'/><title type='text'>my man-child with his "Empire State Building"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/THgQo3jtYzI/AAAAAAAAFYs/dfVFvvZefAg/s1600/8-26-10+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510172438382338866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/THgQo3jtYzI/AAAAAAAAFYs/dfVFvvZefAg/s400/8-26-10+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But... oh no!  Here comes Grace-zilla to destroy the city!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-6453070734893311131?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/6453070734893311131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=6453070734893311131' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/6453070734893311131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/6453070734893311131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-man-child-with-his-empire-state.html' title='my man-child with his &quot;Empire State Building&quot;'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/THgQo3jtYzI/AAAAAAAAFYs/dfVFvvZefAg/s72-c/8-26-10+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-212366229885163504</id><published>2010-08-24T22:53:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T23:36:54.699-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures'/><title type='text'>girls roadtrip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/THSORKQYeVI/AAAAAAAAFYk/t3x60xLsXqk/s1600/8-23-10+127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509184669642946898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/THSORKQYeVI/AAAAAAAAFYk/t3x60xLsXqk/s400/8-23-10+127.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/THSHok_usmI/AAAAAAAAFYU/yOEGMYIkqss/s1600/8-23-10+127.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom, sister and I went on a little roadtrip last weekend to attend the bridal shower of my soon-to-be sister-in-law! We took along my handsome nephew, Levi, so I guess technically it wasn't a "girls" roadtrip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/THSHoRV0hAI/AAAAAAAAFYM/QUD77d9vl8Y/s1600/8-23-10+126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509177370100401154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/THSHoRV0hAI/AAAAAAAAFYM/QUD77d9vl8Y/s400/8-23-10+126.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We figured since it was going to be just us girls and only one baby that we should make it a special weekend, so we stayed at this quaint bed &amp;amp; breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/THSHn503_uI/AAAAAAAAFYE/pklQBW7l0HU/s1600/8-23-10+113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509177363788201698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/THSHn503_uI/AAAAAAAAFYE/pklQBW7l0HU/s400/8-23-10+113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course we had to put Mr. Levi on one of the many rocking horses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite encountering roadwork FIVE times on the way out there, we had an incredible time! Honestly, as much as I was looking forward to our travels, I had a very hard time leaving my husband and children. I'm not normally the one that goes away (maybe that's why?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, a really killer stop at TJMaxx on the way out there gave us a chance to stretch our legs after all of that roadwork and also helped to set the tone for the weekend. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great time going out to eat with John and Sherry, seeing their house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/THSHJRqDlQI/AAAAAAAAFX8/LegtAMxUyu0/s1600/8-23-10+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509176837609329922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/THSHJRqDlQI/AAAAAAAAFX8/LegtAMxUyu0/s400/8-23-10+044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...climbing in my brother's boat, (planning next summer's camping/boating trip) ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/THSHIwV23qI/AAAAAAAAFX0/7EqZBIkAKDw/s1600/8-23-10+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509176828666240674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/THSHIwV23qI/AAAAAAAAFX0/7EqZBIkAKDw/s400/8-23-10+055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...playing with Duke, talking about wedding stuff, hearing all of the details... weddings are SO much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I had gotten more photos...everything was such a whirlwind that I forgot to take group shots. But I'm sure we'll be making up for it at the wedding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a few free hours before the shower started, so we headed over to Hobby Lobby (somewhere we have never been before) and OH. MY. I just about got lost in that store and never came out! It was SO AWESOME!! I spent the majority of my time in the fabric department. I walked around for the longest time with a bolt of pinched taffeta in a gorgeous petal pink color in my cart. Everytime someone stopped me and told me what a beautiful fabric it was I mentally added another yard to my order. :) I would post pics, but it's much too dark right now to get a shot of it. Suffice it to say, it's so exquisite I could eat it off of an ice cream cone. (Is that wrong? That anything I think is cute, I liken to food?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the shower! The shower was wonderful! It was so great to meet all of Sherry's family and friends for the first time. The food was yummy, the gifts were plenteous. Sherry got some beautiful things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/THSHIokcGbI/AAAAAAAAFXs/CrK5MUpmdrY/s1600/8-23-10+079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509176826579917234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/THSHIokcGbI/AAAAAAAAFXs/CrK5MUpmdrY/s400/8-23-10+079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the desserts! Oh dear, the desserts! There was cake...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/THSK7gyNDEI/AAAAAAAAFYc/CUdMbQigOVQ/s1600/8-23-10+081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509180999198379074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/THSK7gyNDEI/AAAAAAAAFYc/CUdMbQigOVQ/s400/8-23-10+081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and cupcakes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/THSGZgNYCEI/AAAAAAAAFXk/GnOMqomBuos/s1600/8-23-10+085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509176016881846338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/THSGZgNYCEI/AAAAAAAAFXk/GnOMqomBuos/s400/8-23-10+085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/THSGZJxHk5I/AAAAAAAAFXc/MTJiLyphZm8/s1600/8-23-10+082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509176010857747346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/THSGZJxHk5I/AAAAAAAAFXc/MTJiLyphZm8/s400/8-23-10+082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mini desserts, and mini cream puffs (not pictured, but very much eaten!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/THSGYPeEHxI/AAAAAAAAFXU/-7B712sG9XE/s1600/8-23-10+090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509175995208572690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/THSGYPeEHxI/AAAAAAAAFXU/-7B712sG9XE/s400/8-23-10+090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and did I mention that there was cake?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/THSGXmXPj4I/AAAAAAAAFXM/pzyRehG48Ug/s1600/8-23-10+088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509175984174108546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/THSGXmXPj4I/AAAAAAAAFXM/pzyRehG48Ug/s400/8-23-10+088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The shower really could not have been more lovely!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the majority of my non-driving "car time" going through several decorating magazines that I never seem to get time to look through at home. We chatted about all sorts of decorating ideas, it was very inspiring! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, our weekend was the quintessential "girls getaway"...it involved: a charming location, desserts, family, wedding talk, shopping, decorating, getting dressed up for a fun event, chatting, and loving on a cute baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully, we made wonderful time on our return trip. I was SO ready to see my people by the time we pulled into our neighborhood! I missed them a bunch! I'm glad that next time, we all get to make the trip together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/THSGXDJXCPI/AAAAAAAAFXE/P4RPhUsfVXw/s1600/8-23-10+136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509175974720637170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/THSGXDJXCPI/AAAAAAAAFXE/P4RPhUsfVXw/s400/8-23-10+136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We're pretty tuckered out from all of the merriment. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-212366229885163504?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/212366229885163504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=212366229885163504' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/212366229885163504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/212366229885163504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2010/08/girls-roadtrip.html' title='girls roadtrip'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/THSORKQYeVI/AAAAAAAAFYk/t3x60xLsXqk/s72-c/8-23-10+127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-4727646295549025653</id><published>2010-08-23T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T07:00:07.824-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><title type='text'>{inside and out}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TGtLz085YJI/AAAAAAAAFW0/oIH36QA2ts8/s1600/7-19-10+082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506578323150037138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TGtLz085YJI/AAAAAAAAFW0/oIH36QA2ts8/s400/7-19-10+082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{inside} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TGtLzWQYrMI/AAAAAAAAFWs/mykFt-2lJjI/s1600/8-7-10+124+-+Copy-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506578314910280898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TGtLzWQYrMI/AAAAAAAAFWs/mykFt-2lJjI/s400/8-7-10+124+-+Copy-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; {outside}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, baby Joshua was a lot of fun to photograph! He and his mommy are both adorable. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-4727646295549025653?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/4727646295549025653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=4727646295549025653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/4727646295549025653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/4727646295549025653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2010/08/inside-and-out.html' title='{inside and out}'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TGtLz085YJI/AAAAAAAAFW0/oIH36QA2ts8/s72-c/7-19-10+082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-2661156075055164208</id><published>2010-08-21T07:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T07:00:09.268-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>my sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TGtIUw-xv1I/AAAAAAAAFWk/NW3CfyHeElM/s1600/8-14-10+284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506574490973355858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TGtIUw-xv1I/AAAAAAAAFWk/NW3CfyHeElM/s400/8-14-10+284.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sister turned 30 a week ago. Her husband offered to take a vacation day and sent her out shopping with her sister for the day. Heehee, I love her birthday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made a record nineteen stops during our marathon shopping trip. We started at the "mothership" aka Marshall's and made our way to Goodwill, Target, the mall, Michael's, Jo-Ann, a few drug stores and various other places in the process. It was so awesome!  We bargain-shopped till we dropped!  We haven't been able to shop together, without kids, for ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the day was that through a Divine appointment, Katina was able to reconnect with someone who wanted to start a Bible study a year ago. She had the wrong phone number at the time, and wasn't able to stay in contact. The Lord "just so happened" to have them meet while standing in a long checkout at the end of the day. How cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a day that I won't soon forget...lots of fun sister memories made! Katina and I have more fun together than should be allowed. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-2661156075055164208?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/2661156075055164208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=2661156075055164208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/2661156075055164208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/2661156075055164208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-sister.html' title='my sister'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TGtIUw-xv1I/AAAAAAAAFWk/NW3CfyHeElM/s72-c/8-14-10+284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-9007981732580584381</id><published>2010-08-20T07:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T07:00:01.234-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures'/><title type='text'>first baseball game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TGtL_Utul-I/AAAAAAAAFW8/ufxUgz8qdyw/s1600/8-14-10+178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506578520654911458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TGtL_Utul-I/AAAAAAAAFW8/ufxUgz8qdyw/s400/8-14-10+178.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took the kids to an Iron Pigs game a few weeks ago. It was their first baseball game (mine too) and they enjoyed it...all three and a half hours of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TGtAZbouO6I/AAAAAAAAFWE/0dHooSm02iA/s1600/8-14-10+181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506565775050029986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TGtAZbouO6I/AAAAAAAAFWE/0dHooSm02iA/s400/8-14-10+181.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, I should clarify that Joey enjoyed it the most. He liked being there with his buddies too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TGtAYts0thI/AAAAAAAAFV8/ZyGiqbFiYsQ/s1600/8-14-10+184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506565762719200786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TGtAYts0thI/AAAAAAAAFV8/ZyGiqbFiYsQ/s400/8-14-10+184.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls enjoyed the lights and action. Iron Pigs games are really a lot of fun...there are all sorts of "extras" that they do besides just the game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy bought ice cream cones during the seventh inning. It was so humid that night that Grace and I had trouble keeping up with her melting waffle cone of cookie dough ice cream. For the majority of the cone's life, our faces were smooshed against each other to keep it from melting all over us. But it was very delightful and sweet in a sticky, drippy kind of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TGtAYK1AR8I/AAAAAAAAFV0/VZNm8I7kmfo/s1600/8-14-10+187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506565753358272450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TGtAYK1AR8I/AAAAAAAAFV0/VZNm8I7kmfo/s400/8-14-10+187.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As usual, Gracie was our enthusiastic cheerleader. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fun memories were made of a hot, summer night spent with friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-9007981732580584381?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/9007981732580584381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=9007981732580584381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/9007981732580584381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/9007981732580584381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-baseball-game.html' title='first baseball game'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TGtL_Utul-I/AAAAAAAAFW8/ufxUgz8qdyw/s72-c/8-14-10+178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-3773784114792912684</id><published>2010-08-19T07:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T07:00:02.004-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lily'/><title type='text'>little Proverbs 31 lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TGtGEqx2Q2I/AAAAAAAAFWc/As70nvFUL8c/s1600/8-6-10+200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506572015407350626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TGtGEqx2Q2I/AAAAAAAAFWc/As70nvFUL8c/s400/8-6-10+200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lily learned how to use the sewing machine recently. She has done such a good job and LOVES it! I chose a basic pennant bunting project to teach her. I wanted a project that required straight lines, taught the basics, and it wouldn't matter if the stitches weren't perfect. Ripping out stitches is not something anyone wants to do when they're learning. Ripping out stitches is not something anyone wants to do ever. Or at least I don't. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TGtGECWT1qI/AAAAAAAAFWU/63Z5BF49iNk/s1600/8-6-10+198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506572004554430114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TGtGECWT1qI/AAAAAAAAFWU/63Z5BF49iNk/s400/8-6-10+198.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She caught on quickly, knows how to operate it all by herself, and begs me to sew often. I love how she is almost incapable of concentrating on a project and keeping her tongue in her mouth at the same time. She's just like her daddy. Who tells me that she reminds him more of his mother every day. I love that. And I love this girl who is quickly turning into a young lady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-3773784114792912684?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/3773784114792912684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=3773784114792912684' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/3773784114792912684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/3773784114792912684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2010/08/little-proverbs-31-lady.html' title='little Proverbs 31 lady'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TGtGEqx2Q2I/AAAAAAAAFWc/As70nvFUL8c/s72-c/8-6-10+200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-6480070498832620984</id><published>2010-08-18T07:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T07:00:02.486-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This Mommy&apos;s Heart'/><title type='text'>a quiet afternoon all by myself involves...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TGrV46HfJ1I/AAAAAAAAFVs/GwwR6gBK3wc/s1600/8-6-10+157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506448668063901522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TGrV46HfJ1I/AAAAAAAAFVs/GwwR6gBK3wc/s400/8-6-10+157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{a little bit of this} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TGrV4cprq0I/AAAAAAAAFVk/zuOMFEQT-Fo/s1600/8-6-10+163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 331px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506448660154264386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TGrV4cprq0I/AAAAAAAAFVk/zuOMFEQT-Fo/s400/8-6-10+163.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; {and some of this, naturally}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TGrV3yvs20I/AAAAAAAAFVc/osx6fl27i00/s1600/8-6-10+181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506448648905218882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TGrV3yvs20I/AAAAAAAAFVc/osx6fl27i00/s400/8-6-10+181.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{cleaning up this}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TGrV3Xj86bI/AAAAAAAAFVU/SLck9mO7nZU/s1600/8-6-10+166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506448641608182194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TGrV3Xj86bI/AAAAAAAAFVU/SLck9mO7nZU/s400/8-6-10+166.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; {some of these}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TGrV3E4N7OI/AAAAAAAAFVM/W0KbB5yts5U/s1600/8-6-10+196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506448636592909538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TGrV3E4N7OI/AAAAAAAAFVM/W0KbB5yts5U/s400/8-6-10+196.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;{and a little bit of quality time with these}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{aahh, bliss}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/4897283727088360978-6480070498832620984?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/6480070498832620984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=6480070498832620984' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/6480070498832620984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/6480070498832620984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2010/08/quiet-afternoon-all-by-myself-involves.html' title='a quiet afternoon all by myself involves...'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TGrV46HfJ1I/AAAAAAAAFVs/GwwR6gBK3wc/s72-c/8-6-10+157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-4483964847508209443</id><published>2010-08-16T15:57:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T10:20:32.605-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This Mommy&apos;s Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homeschooling Fun'/><title type='text'>cadence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TGmu4HSaBuI/AAAAAAAAFVE/eu79Vh2avb0/s1600/8-6-10+135+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506124298489300706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TGmu4HSaBuI/AAAAAAAAFVE/eu79Vh2avb0/s400/8-6-10+135+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've been back in full-time school mode for a little bit now, and I have to admit that I love the cadence of life when we do school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's busier&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's more work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It fries my brain by 3pm every day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It means I can't waste time on the computer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It prevents me from spending excess time on other projects&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It means I have to be more disciplined with daily schedule, meal planning, errands, household tasks. But...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506103499843699426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TGmb9eS4AuI/AAAAAAAAFU0/cts7L2mfwqU/s400/8-6-10+145+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is wonderful&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It makes my heart sing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It causes tears to spring up in my eyes and thanks to come to my lips for the precious lives within our home that I get to spend all day, every day with &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It makes the kids desire some quiet time every day &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It means that they build an "Indian fort" with the couch cushions and play together quietly every afternoon as soon as school is over (they miss playing with each other when they have to merely sit near one another working on school) :) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It fits our family like a glove&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It feels like we've "come home" to our "real life"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We wouldn't have it any other way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the best part is: we started school, but we still have a few months of nice weather, nay even a month more of hot summer to enjoy being outside in the afternoon, having breakfast outside and doing schoolwork on the deck, going for afternoon walks and bike rides. I love this life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today this poem showed up in my inbox. (I'm subscribed to a daily classic poem because I'm a word nerd like that). When I was in school, I memorized the last three stanzas, but maybe under a different title (?) because I didn't initially recognize the title when it showed up in the email. Anyhow, the poem reminds us that we're not here to just "get through life" and mindlessly live, flitting from one pursuit to the next. But that we are to actively pursue the tasks that God has given, realizing that others are watching and learning from us. May the Lord richly bless our school year and teach, not just the children, but the parents also, some new things this year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm of Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Henry Wadsworth Longfellow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me not in mournful numbers,&lt;br /&gt;Life is but an empty dream!&lt;br /&gt;For the soul is dead that slumbers,&lt;br /&gt;And things are not what they seem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is real! Life is earnest!&lt;br /&gt;And the grave is not its goal;&lt;br /&gt;Dust thou are, to dust thou returnest,&lt;br /&gt;Was not spoken of the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Is our destined end or way;&lt;br /&gt;But to act, that each tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Find us farther than today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art is long, and Time is fleeting,&lt;br /&gt;And our hearts, though stout and brave,&lt;br /&gt;Still, like muffled drums, are beating&lt;br /&gt;Funeral marches to the grave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the world's broad field of battle,&lt;br /&gt;In the bivouac of Life,&lt;br /&gt;Be not like dumb, driven cattle!&lt;br /&gt;Be a hero in the strife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!&lt;br /&gt;Let the dead Past bury its dead!&lt;br /&gt;Act, - act in the living Present!&lt;br /&gt;Heart within, and God o'erhead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lives of great men all remind us&lt;br /&gt;We can make our lives sublime,&lt;br /&gt;And, departing, leave behind us&lt;br /&gt;Footprints on the sand of time;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Footprints, that perhaps another,&lt;br /&gt;Sailing o'er life's solemn main,&lt;br /&gt;A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,&lt;br /&gt;Seeing, shall take heart again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us then be up and doing,&lt;br /&gt;With a heart for any fate;&lt;br /&gt;Still achieving, still pursuing,&lt;br /&gt;Learn to labor and to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-4483964847508209443?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/4483964847508209443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=4483964847508209443' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/4483964847508209443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/4483964847508209443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2010/08/cadence.html' title='cadence'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TGmu4HSaBuI/AAAAAAAAFVE/eu79Vh2avb0/s72-c/8-6-10+135+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-560640218678082625</id><published>2010-07-31T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T07:00:03.672-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This Mommy&apos;s Heart'/><title type='text'>in a haiku mood</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling a little haikuish lately. I'm sure I'm breaking all kinds of haiku rules with my feeble attempts at haiku, but here is what has been rumbling around in my brain lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doors flying open&lt;br /&gt;They stay that way all day&lt;br /&gt;Good-bye my A/C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frozen chocolate cake&lt;br /&gt;Why do you torment me so?&lt;br /&gt;Crumbs on the counter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright stars in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Water the garden in peace&lt;br /&gt;I love summer nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions abounding&lt;br /&gt;From morning until sunset&lt;br /&gt;Mama's brain collapsed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandals, crocs, flip-flops&lt;br /&gt;They block the steps and doorways&lt;br /&gt;Children play outside&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-560640218678082625?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/560640218678082625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=560640218678082625' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/560640218678082625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/560640218678082625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-haiku-mood.html' title='in a haiku mood'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-4471589990641511587</id><published>2010-07-30T07:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T07:00:00.879-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joey'/><title type='text'>Birthday Dude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TFI_6bHjkSI/AAAAAAAAFUM/3GqpVM7xneE/s1600/7-5-10+110+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499528367917207842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TFI_6bHjkSI/AAAAAAAAFUM/3GqpVM7xneE/s400/7-5-10+110+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Man-Child is 7. The number of perfection. And I think he is perfect. He's cool, laid-back, and deliberate. He's the first child awake every morning. Like his daddy, he sees no reason for conversation in the early mornings. Most mornings, he comes downstairs right away, hangs out with Scott while he reads his Bible, and they two, don't utter a single word for at least a half of an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TE-LC9iA9qI/AAAAAAAAFT0/SZcrGx4G_c0/s1600/7-5-10+111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498766553035896482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TE-LC9iA9qI/AAAAAAAAFT0/SZcrGx4G_c0/s400/7-5-10+111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joey likes to read and play with Legos, animals, weapons, and his sisters. He has always had sensitive ears like Scott, which means that he dislikes loud noises like barking dogs, fireworks, and noisy toys. And it also means that he picks out fine sounds that the rest of us never even notice. Things like quiet musical instruments, hushed voices, and certain subtle noises and tones. It makes him great at imitating sounds, voices, &lt;a href="http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2010/06/hes-talented.html"&gt;barking chihuahuas&lt;/a&gt;, and he can play a mean "mouth trumpet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TE-LCqKkc6I/AAAAAAAAFTs/-2EASGnMrDc/s1600/7-23-10+071+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 365px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498766547837285282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TE-LCqKkc6I/AAAAAAAAFTs/-2EASGnMrDc/s400/7-23-10+071+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joey is our thinker. He sits and ponders things for long periods of time. Sometimes I call this "spacing out" but my husband informs me that it's a highly-tuned form of meditation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 344px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498766536631235314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TE-LCAa1svI/AAAAAAAAFTk/aw1JF7iFAWQ/s400/7-23-10+119+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He lost another front tooth a few days ago which made his adorable lisp even more pronounced. I love it. He proudly displays the "big, old, ugly hole" in his top gum much to the girls' chagrin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TFJCzTpweOI/AAAAAAAAFUU/ZbPUKn5QNO4/s1600/6-4-10+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499531544188975330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TFJCzTpweOI/AAAAAAAAFUU/ZbPUKn5QNO4/s400/6-4-10+036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our boy is a lefty. He writes with his left hand, scooters with his left foot, but eats with his right hand, swings a baseball bat from his right shoulder, and is fairly ambidextrous with everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498766530924720994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TE-LBrKTM2I/AAAAAAAAFTc/MCR5Lj1pKX8/s400/7-23-10+158+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard to believe that our smart, enthusiastic, and determined son has been deeply-rooted in our hearts and lives for seven, whole years. But it's true. We love you, dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-4471589990641511587?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/4471589990641511587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=4471589990641511587' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/4471589990641511587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/4471589990641511587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2010/07/birthday-dude.html' title='Birthday Dude'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TFI_6bHjkSI/AAAAAAAAFUM/3GqpVM7xneE/s72-c/7-5-10+110+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-675883799477091452</id><published>2010-07-29T07:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T10:05:29.963-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures'/><title type='text'>first soccer game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TERzbIJW2tI/AAAAAAAAFRk/keljhKZY6hY/s1600/7-9-10+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495644355179240146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TERzbIJW2tI/AAAAAAAAFRk/keljhKZY6hY/s400/7-9-10+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A few weeks ago, we went to our first "real" soccer game with some friends. It just so happened to be the weekend of the final World Cup game. And it also happened to be the final game in the regular season for this NPSL team. And we also happened to be watching the #1 and #2 teams of the league playing against one another to see who would advance to the play-offs. So... it was a pretty exciting game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TERzakSo-UI/AAAAAAAAFRc/U1aLzodg92s/s1600/7-9-10+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495644345554499906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TERzakSo-UI/AAAAAAAAFRc/U1aLzodg92s/s400/7-9-10+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TERzaOHtrxI/AAAAAAAAFRU/9R6o_xzRlUw/s1600/7-9-10+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495644339603091218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TERzaOHtrxI/AAAAAAAAFRU/9R6o_xzRlUw/s400/7-9-10+020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids were excited! Gracie "caught" one of the little soccer balls that they threw out into the stands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TERzY35iuGI/AAAAAAAAFRM/0I7oSin7hx4/s1600/7-9-10+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495644316458203234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TERzY35iuGI/AAAAAAAAFRM/0I7oSin7hx4/s400/7-9-10+030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495644306666343170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TERzYTa-ywI/AAAAAAAAFRE/vameRFU_OJE/s400/7-9-10+041.JPG" /&gt;We all enjoyed the game, but Gracie was wildly entertained by the thunder sticks, as you can see. We tried to keep her out of swinging distance of any heads. She made a most vivacious cheerleader. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last two minutes, due to some dramatic plays, &lt;a href="http://www.fcsonic.org/"&gt;FC Sonic &lt;/a&gt;(our local team) won the game and advanced to the play-offs. Which they subsequently won and now they are going to the Final Four! This was our kids' first "professional" sporting event and we all had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-675883799477091452?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/675883799477091452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=675883799477091452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/675883799477091452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/675883799477091452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-soccer-game.html' title='first soccer game'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TERzbIJW2tI/AAAAAAAAFRk/keljhKZY6hY/s72-c/7-9-10+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-8759078057002755707</id><published>2010-07-28T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T07:00:05.999-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gracie'/><title type='text'>VBS crafts x 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TE8-A3S7vkI/AAAAAAAAFTU/uXGTHrqkplo/s1600/7-27-10+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498681854606949954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TE8-A3S7vkI/AAAAAAAAFTU/uXGTHrqkplo/s400/7-27-10+031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prairie dog sock puppets... in case you couldn't tell. :) We made them, then they played with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TE8-Aagb7qI/AAAAAAAAFTM/RYAIX85GHE0/s1600/7-27-10+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498681846878957218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TE8-Aagb7qI/AAAAAAAAFTM/RYAIX85GHE0/s400/7-27-10+033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; VBS week is always a lot of work and excitement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TE89_gfX-UI/AAAAAAAAFTE/erhS3-CodTY/s1600/7-27-10+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498681831305247042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TE89_gfX-UI/AAAAAAAAFTE/erhS3-CodTY/s400/7-27-10+034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this year all &lt;em&gt;three &lt;/em&gt;of my children are in attendance. &lt;em&gt;How did that happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TE89_FSKEiI/AAAAAAAAFS8/gAF6mJGVK6s/s1600/7-27-10+041+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498681824002052642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TE89_FSKEiI/AAAAAAAAFS8/gAF6mJGVK6s/s400/7-27-10+041+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids are each other's best friends. They spend hours every day playing together. It warms my heart that they really like each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-8759078057002755707?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/8759078057002755707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=8759078057002755707' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/8759078057002755707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/8759078057002755707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2010/07/vbs-crafts-x-3.html' title='VBS crafts x 3'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TE8-A3S7vkI/AAAAAAAAFTU/uXGTHrqkplo/s72-c/7-27-10+031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-5592804329835683923</id><published>2010-07-27T15:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T15:50:35.445-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gracie'/><title type='text'>what happens when your brother gets handcuffs for his birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TE84T1re6jI/AAAAAAAAFS0/-lMaARQziSE/s1600/7-27-10+024+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 395px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498675583520795186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TE84T1re6jI/AAAAAAAAFS0/-lMaARQziSE/s400/7-27-10+024+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was only a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-5592804329835683923?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/5592804329835683923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=5592804329835683923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/5592804329835683923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/5592804329835683923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-happens-when-your-brother-gets.html' title='what happens when your brother gets handcuffs for his birthday'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TE84T1re6jI/AAAAAAAAFS0/-lMaARQziSE/s72-c/7-27-10+024+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-3175089954407473200</id><published>2010-07-26T07:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T07:00:10.131-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures'/><title type='text'>another cow day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TEUYU7oG3XI/AAAAAAAAFSk/gINUqf-SR7o/s1600/7-9-10+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495825668157922674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TEUYU7oG3XI/AAAAAAAAFSk/gINUqf-SR7o/s400/7-9-10+054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We participated in Cow Appreciation Day at Chick-fil-a once again this year.  Whereby free food may be obtained by dressing like a cow.  Of course we are not above such things, so spots, ears and bells were donned.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TEUYUmJMhPI/AAAAAAAAFSc/ZXkAf-ppIj0/s1600/7-9-10+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495825662391125234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TEUYUmJMhPI/AAAAAAAAFSc/ZXkAf-ppIj0/s400/7-9-10+057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TEUYUL_f5rI/AAAAAAAAFSU/8NkcdErbKjU/s1600/7-9-10+061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495825655371130546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TEUYUL_f5rI/AAAAAAAAFSU/8NkcdErbKjU/s400/7-9-10+061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think we have a pretty cute, little herd. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TEUYTt2UX2I/AAAAAAAAFSM/libg3kolm-M/s1600/7-9-10+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495825647279562594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TEUYTt2UX2I/AAAAAAAAFSM/libg3kolm-M/s400/7-9-10+066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here is my nephew, Mr. Levi as the World's Cutest Baby Calf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-3175089954407473200?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/3175089954407473200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=3175089954407473200' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/3175089954407473200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/3175089954407473200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2010/07/another-cow-day.html' title='another cow day'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TEUYU7oG3XI/AAAAAAAAFSk/gINUqf-SR7o/s72-c/7-9-10+054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-2321767228754649982</id><published>2010-07-23T07:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T07:00:03.078-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exploring God&apos;s World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures'/><title type='text'>summer park days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TERvo8pOgsI/AAAAAAAAFQM/vKgys9P_-dM/s1600/6-25-10+089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495640194563343042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TERvo8pOgsI/AAAAAAAAFQM/vKgys9P_-dM/s400/6-25-10+089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lots &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TERvoeZmDNI/AAAAAAAAFQE/0z6irnI9rok/s1600/6-25-10+090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495640186444713170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TERvoeZmDNI/AAAAAAAAFQE/0z6irnI9rok/s400/6-25-10+090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TERvnwYNOtI/AAAAAAAAFP8/c9gIODazpf8/s1600/6-25-10+095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495640174090861266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TERvnwYNOtI/AAAAAAAAFP8/c9gIODazpf8/s400/6-25-10+095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-2321767228754649982?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/2321767228754649982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=2321767228754649982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/2321767228754649982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/2321767228754649982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-park-days.html' title='summer park days'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TERvo8pOgsI/AAAAAAAAFQM/vKgys9P_-dM/s72-c/6-25-10+089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-1098061311560596591</id><published>2010-07-22T07:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T07:00:12.574-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gracie'/><title type='text'>Gracie, I love you dearly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TERyQVR8-AI/AAAAAAAAFQ8/TCHSg0T5WRE/s1600/7-6-10+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495643070214764546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TERyQVR8-AI/AAAAAAAAFQ8/TCHSg0T5WRE/s400/7-6-10+037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...even though you can't stay out of the sprinklers while we water the lawn on these incredibly hot summer days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love you despite the fact that somehow you get coated with mulch in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love you even though you complain that it feels like there are "bugs sticking to me" and insist on needing a THIRD outfit-change-of-the-day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love you, silly girl. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-1098061311560596591?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/1098061311560596591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=1098061311560596591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/1098061311560596591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/1098061311560596591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2010/07/gracie-i-love-you-dearly.html' title='Gracie, I love you dearly...'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TERyQVR8-AI/AAAAAAAAFQ8/TCHSg0T5WRE/s72-c/7-6-10+037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-2706716192652396697</id><published>2010-07-21T07:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T11:52:24.730-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures'/><title type='text'>summer road trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TEUVJAAG6II/AAAAAAAAFSE/CvfhRhUtcWU/s1600/6-30-10+079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495822164639017090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TEUVJAAG6II/AAAAAAAAFSE/CvfhRhUtcWU/s400/6-30-10+079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TERw0jovXVI/AAAAAAAAFQk/spr8xXxFmRY/s1600/6-30-10+079.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few weeks ago, the kids and I took advantage of some $10 homeschool tickets at &lt;a href="http://www.sight-sound.com/WebSiteSS/getlanguages.do"&gt;Sight &amp;amp; Sound Theaters &lt;/a&gt;and saw a production called the Psalms of David, which we enjoyed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way out, we stopped at our favorite homeschool store, where Joey purchased a boy-toy with his hard-earned money that was burning a hole in his pocket. (No pictures because Mama was rushed after &lt;s&gt;drooling over&lt;/s&gt; looking at the books.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TERw0ObFCuI/AAAAAAAAFQc/eqY5FuAwWQY/s1600/6-30-10+083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495641487826029282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TERw0ObFCuI/AAAAAAAAFQc/eqY5FuAwWQY/s400/6-30-10+083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show, we stopped at one of the girls' favorite, little places. It might be a favorite of mine, too, but I'll never tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TERwzrOWK1I/AAAAAAAAFQU/DpWuEH7Pb9o/s1600/6-30-10+084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495641478377384786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TERwzrOWK1I/AAAAAAAAFQU/DpWuEH7Pb9o/s400/6-30-10+084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wherein some holding, cooing, cradling, oohing, aaahing, sniffing, and general baby-doll-drooling may have taken place also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a fun day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-2706716192652396697?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/2706716192652396697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=2706716192652396697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/2706716192652396697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/2706716192652396697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2010/07/summer-road-trip.html' title='summer road trip'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TEUVJAAG6II/AAAAAAAAFSE/CvfhRhUtcWU/s72-c/6-30-10+079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-1411949126682351241</id><published>2010-07-20T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T07:00:05.937-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><title type='text'>a fun, little project</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TEUPubmoLfI/AAAAAAAAFR8/4jBMvqTfT2k/s1600/DSC_0746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495816210633731570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TEUPubmoLfI/AAAAAAAAFR8/4jBMvqTfT2k/s400/DSC_0746.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TEUPtwpL2oI/AAAAAAAAFR0/Jg7zdqWkRFU/s1600/DSC_0748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495816199101733506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TEUPtwpL2oI/AAAAAAAAFR0/Jg7zdqWkRFU/s400/DSC_0748.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;during &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TEUPtb-UywI/AAAAAAAAFRs/6EKW1npkorc/s1600/DSC_0758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495816193553255170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TEUPtb-UywI/AAAAAAAAFRs/6EKW1npkorc/s400/DSC_0758.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-1411949126682351241?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/1411949126682351241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=1411949126682351241' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/1411949126682351241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/1411949126682351241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2010/07/fun-little-project.html' title='a fun, little project'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TEUPubmoLfI/AAAAAAAAFR8/4jBMvqTfT2k/s72-c/DSC_0746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-7205966786355095471</id><published>2010-07-19T10:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T11:16:22.304-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gracie'/><title type='text'>library time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TERrRSawi0I/AAAAAAAAFPs/ZsF4uMk-QWg/s1600/6-25-10+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495635390044867394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TERrRSawi0I/AAAAAAAAFPs/ZsF4uMk-QWg/s400/6-25-10+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just mommy and Gracie while the big kids have their piano lesson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(How on earth can she sit with her legs in the "M" position like that??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-7205966786355095471?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/7205966786355095471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=7205966786355095471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/7205966786355095471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/7205966786355095471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2010/07/library-time.html' title='library time'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TERrRSawi0I/AAAAAAAAFPs/ZsF4uMk-QWg/s72-c/6-25-10+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-287725122711830650</id><published>2010-07-08T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T10:52:24.447-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>I love music in our house</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dd257d89ea835701" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddd257d89ea835701%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330156685%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1BE964467F089636C0873C6328C02462A9C8572A.51B65BB91C1B2D82C62EB48C7B299FF05987102%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddd257d89ea835701%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqDg3ZJcy9lsVZuADMDLino9VsKY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddd257d89ea835701%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330156685%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1BE964467F089636C0873C6328C02462A9C8572A.51B65BB91C1B2D82C62EB48C7B299FF05987102%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddd257d89ea835701%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DqDg3ZJcy9lsVZuADMDLino9VsKY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our youth pastor and his &lt;a href="http://jackiegable.blogspot.com/"&gt;wife&lt;/a&gt; brought the youth group over last weekend for a Singspiration. We had food, singing, Bible study, dessert and some fireworks. It was a lot of fun and we all really enjoyed having the teens at our house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-287725122711830650?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/287725122711830650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=287725122711830650' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/287725122711830650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/287725122711830650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-love-music-in-our-house.html' title='I love music in our house'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-3518085820449727685</id><published>2010-07-07T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T07:00:11.061-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Delicious'/><title type='text'>our 4th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TDPpmMNFZhI/AAAAAAAAFPE/0cbBbeTSXCg/s1600/7-5-10+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490989213015172626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TDPpmMNFZhI/AAAAAAAAFPE/0cbBbeTSXCg/s400/7-5-10+075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TDPlNQ0YVOI/AAAAAAAAFO8/YSwp-BI8aKA/s1600/7-5-10+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our 4th of July consisted of a lovely church picnic sandwiched in between great morning and afternoon services...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TDPlM_BUoCI/AAAAAAAAFO0/baQDPXisEmk/s1600/7-5-10+091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490984381932937250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TDPlM_BUoCI/AAAAAAAAFO0/baQDPXisEmk/s400/7-5-10+091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special flag cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TDPhFEG75sI/AAAAAAAAFOs/VD8Zta5Pmz4/s1600/7-5-10+096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490979847813195458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TDPhFEG75sI/AAAAAAAAFOs/VD8Zta5Pmz4/s400/7-5-10+096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490979846495500338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TDPhE_MxeDI/AAAAAAAAFOk/XNlwjzeqUbc/s400/7-5-10+099+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...made by these two cuties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TDPhEct4dpI/AAAAAAAAFOc/NKEAtOdchgM/s1600/7-5-10+159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490979837239129746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TDPhEct4dpI/AAAAAAAAFOc/NKEAtOdchgM/s400/7-5-10+159.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That was cream cheese icing. It tasted even better than it looks. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TDPhDyTuwpI/AAAAAAAAFOU/cHcNuOlb614/s1600/7-5-10+152+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490979825855152786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TDPhDyTuwpI/AAAAAAAAFOU/cHcNuOlb614/s400/7-5-10+152+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We hung out, flew a kite, enjoyed some fireworks set off by daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490979817748057858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TDPhDUG2TwI/AAAAAAAAFOM/rJ_Fx7XQgJM/s400/7-5-10+172+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt;And then we headed down to our little village's fireworks display. And we may live in a tiny village, but this village knows how to do a spectacular fireworks show! One of my favorite parts of the display is the mini history lesson that is given over the loud speakers just before it begins. As a great lover of history, it's so inspiring! Each year, a story of one of the lesser-known signers of the Declaration of Independence is read, and I'm brought to tears each time as I think of the great sacrifice that so many "unknown" people have made for our country. And then they read off each of the names of the signers and the state that they were from. It's a really awesome tradition, and one that I look forward to each July 4th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus the pyrotechnics are incredible! Especially for a little village. We were sitting so close that ash was literally raining on us...it was awesome! Ash was in our hair, stuck to our faces, all over our blanket...so cool! We were that close! Firework carnage was lying all around us, too. Joey brought some of the schrapnel home to add to his treasures. :) I have no good pictures of this part of our 4th, because I have no clue how to take photos of fireworks yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a lovely weekend! And the best part was that we woke up Monday morning, and my Man had the day off! A whole day, all of us together, with no festivities...awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had a lovely Independence Day weekend! Happy July!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-3518085820449727685?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/3518085820449727685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=3518085820449727685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/3518085820449727685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/3518085820449727685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2010/07/our-4th.html' title='our 4th'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TDPpmMNFZhI/AAAAAAAAFPE/0cbBbeTSXCg/s72-c/7-5-10+075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-4810164756213771578</id><published>2010-07-06T19:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T19:50:49.851-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>cousin fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TDPA1W7lC2I/AAAAAAAAFOE/PF-Y4EtmhJY/s1600/7-3-10+104+-+Copy+(3).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490944393615838050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TDPA1W7lC2I/AAAAAAAAFOE/PF-Y4EtmhJY/s400/7-3-10+104+-+Copy+(3).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TDPAsxYB5-I/AAAAAAAAFN8/41_EKS9KlAE/s1600/7-3-10+039+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490944246095669218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TDPAsxYB5-I/AAAAAAAAFN8/41_EKS9KlAE/s400/7-3-10+039+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490944233466557154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TDPAsCVA8uI/AAAAAAAAFN0/yxHj3jyEX80/s400/7-3-10+062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490944224835878818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TDPAriLTP6I/AAAAAAAAFNs/PXjuScQzTMM/s400/7-3-10+141+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490944223265892274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TDPArcU_J7I/AAAAAAAAFNk/zedkgXgODf0/s400/7-3-10+158+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490944214371683538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TDPAq7McTNI/AAAAAAAAFNc/VSNFXEvRFBY/s400/7-3-10+152+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-4810164756213771578?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/4810164756213771578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=4810164756213771578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/4810164756213771578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/4810164756213771578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2010/07/cousin-fun.html' title='cousin fun'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TDPA1W7lC2I/AAAAAAAAFOE/PF-Y4EtmhJY/s72-c/7-3-10+104+-+Copy+(3).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-9130566238923926747</id><published>2010-06-28T15:40:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T16:53:44.122-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This Mommy&apos;s Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Stuff'/><title type='text'>do you want to see the fingerprint of God?</title><content type='html'>I mentioned recently that &lt;a href="http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-have-awesome-kids.html"&gt;my family bought me a new bike for Mother's Day &lt;/a&gt;and how much fun I have been having going on bike rides with the kids. And then &lt;a href="http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2010/06/bonus.html"&gt;the Lord provided a bike trailer for us for the low, low price of $10 at a yard sale&lt;/a&gt;. I failed to mention that awhile back, our kind neighbors &lt;em&gt;gave &lt;/em&gt;us a like-new 20" bike for Joey and also a bike rack for the back of our van which enabled us to take our bikes with us when we went camping. You could say that we have had quite a few bike blessings in the last two months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout this time, my low-maintainence Man has remained rather ambivalent about getting a bike for himself. He rides my bike when he wants to go on a bike ride with the kids, but when I would ask him if he wanted a bike for his birthday or Father's Day, he always responded with, "No, I don't need one, I'll just ride yours, I'm fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, when the kids got the brainchild that we could take a bike ride all of the way to our favorite, little park, (which would make a lovely family outing, if only we all had bikes) he turned to me and said, "That's it. I need a bike." Which was all of the green light that I needed to get the man a bike so we could all ride together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night, I checked out some prices online, searched Craigslist, and scouted out the Sunday sales fliers and decided upon a bike that is on sale this week at Target. The kids and I are going to be at Target this week, and they were thrilled with the idea of picking up a bike for daddy as a "surprise." I also looked online for&lt;a href="http://www.allegromedical.com/maternity-care-c527/instep-bicycle-trailer-coupler-p559342.html?engine=froogle&amp;amp;utm_source=froogle&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;CS_003=9164468&amp;amp;CS_010=ff8081811fcdbbb701203e7553ae2e13"&gt; bike trailer couplers &lt;/a&gt;so that we could easily switch out the bike trailer between his bike and mine. I found it a little ironic that I was preparing to spend $10 on a little coupler for the bike trailer, when I only paid that for the trailer, itself. While I was doing my research, I prayed and asked God to direct me to the bike He wanted for us, and if "perchance" He wanted to provide one on Craigslist or elsewhere, would He please make that clear? Then I turned off the computer and put the issue out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I could title this post "Bike Blessing #27." :) You can probably guess where this is going. On the way home from church last night, just as we were turning the corner onto our block, Lily (our little Eagle-eye) shouted out, "Free bike!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, just around the corner from our house, our neighbors were getting rid of a men's bike. It works fine, but the gentlemen hurt his back, and never rides it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487926042879715522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TCkHqON16MI/AAAAAAAAFNU/7PocLVJT4SM/s400/6-28-10+022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are ecstatic to see how &lt;em&gt;GOD&lt;/em&gt; provided a bike for daddy! He hears and answers the silly, little prayers we pray for trivial things! God didn't have to give us a bike for free. We could have gone out and purchased a brand-new one. But I am totally convinced that He did this to remind us how much He loves us and cares for us. To show us and the children that nothing is too small for Him and that He even cares about the little things in life, not just the big things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TCj7Lnb_tOI/AAAAAAAAFNE/5ubXQ9WMqac/s1600/6-28-10+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487912322934486242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TCj7Lnb_tOI/AAAAAAAAFNE/5ubXQ9WMqac/s400/6-28-10+075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids were so crazy-excited that we decided to quickly change and take a "victory lap" around our neighborhood after we gave thanks to God together in our driveway. Just as we were about to leave, I remembered that the only thing we were missing is another trailer coupler, which I could easily go online and order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I looked down at the rear wheel of Scott's new bike. And saw this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TCj7LNUK5vI/AAAAAAAAFM8/_lAtJsIHOMM/s1600/6-28-10+072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487912315922343666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TCj7LNUK5vI/AAAAAAAAFM8/_lAtJsIHOMM/s400/6-28-10+072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The &lt;em&gt;exact &lt;/em&gt;coupler that we need, already attached. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that, my friends, is the fingerprint of God. :) HE is amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-9130566238923926747?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/9130566238923926747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=9130566238923926747' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/9130566238923926747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/9130566238923926747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2010/06/do-you-want-to-see-fingerprint-of-god.html' title='do you want to see the fingerprint of God?'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TCkHqON16MI/AAAAAAAAFNU/7PocLVJT4SM/s72-c/6-28-10+022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-3203963698867134330</id><published>2010-06-24T07:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T07:00:01.847-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exploring God&apos;s World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures'/><title type='text'>spending time in nature...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TBBjThX_wjI/AAAAAAAAFLI/uUHtHvF-Q44/s1600/6-7-10+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480989933537575474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TBBjThX_wjI/AAAAAAAAFLI/uUHtHvF-Q44/s400/6-7-10+021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480989924756996818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TBBjTAqiwtI/AAAAAAAAFLA/_ql2LNgN9tw/s400/6-7-10+029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480989566474842514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TBBi-J9a8ZI/AAAAAAAAFK4/haPmUiK1NSk/s400/6-7-10+052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480989558577643346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TBBi9silP1I/AAAAAAAAFKw/-uyq4UmpcTs/s400/6-7-10+053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480989547615382482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TBBi9Ds-a9I/AAAAAAAAFKo/R5h7UDU7ZxU/s400/6-7-10+067+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480989539921280962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TBBi8nCjv8I/AAAAAAAAFKg/PtiKUtA2Hwo/s400/6-7-10+074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480989529732013378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TBBi8BFP3UI/AAAAAAAAFKY/IVdqT2kSv10/s400/6-7-10+077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of our favorite things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-3203963698867134330?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/3203963698867134330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=3203963698867134330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/3203963698867134330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/3203963698867134330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2010/06/spending-time-in-nature.html' title='spending time in nature...'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TBBjThX_wjI/AAAAAAAAFLI/uUHtHvF-Q44/s72-c/6-7-10+021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-9101275997431921431</id><published>2010-06-23T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T07:00:10.620-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lily'/><title type='text'>Proverbs 31-in-the-making</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TBRLYfM8VWI/AAAAAAAAFMg/B0cd0VNPgG4/s1600/6-12-10+091+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482089530481464674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TBRLYfM8VWI/AAAAAAAAFMg/B0cd0VNPgG4/s400/6-12-10+091+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TBRJPJK-aWI/AAAAAAAAFMI/sLyPw8XbnN0/s1600/6-12-10+088.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;She seeketh wool, and flax, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482089337326412546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TBRLNPpMIwI/AAAAAAAAFMY/0MNExPJHHvo/s400/6-12-10+095+-+Copy.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and worketh willingly with her hands.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--Proverbs 31:13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-9101275997431921431?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/9101275997431921431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=9101275997431921431' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/9101275997431921431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/9101275997431921431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2010/06/proverbs-31-in-making.html' title='Proverbs 31-in-the-making'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TBRLYfM8VWI/AAAAAAAAFMg/B0cd0VNPgG4/s72-c/6-12-10+091+-+Copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-522668349556196241</id><published>2010-06-21T13:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T13:51:30.251-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Man'/><title type='text'>song for dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TSod4fwYkLI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TSod4fwYkLI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Father's Day, the young men of our church sang a special song for their dads! Joey was able to be a part of that, and all of the boys did a GREAT job! Joey is second from the left in the middle row, surrounded by three of his boy cousins. :) The song was so sweet, it brought tears to my eyes. Not just because of the great dads that all of these boys have, but also because I was thinking about the potential that God has given each of these fine, young men! God is so good to entrust us with such gifts to raise for His glory!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And Happy Father's Day to my wonderful dad and awesome husband...the two best men in my life! I love you both!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Thanks, Selena, for taking the video and posting it!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Children's children are the crown of old men; and the glory of children are their fathers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;--Proverbs 17:6&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-522668349556196241?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/522668349556196241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=522668349556196241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/522668349556196241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/522668349556196241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2010/06/song-for-dad.html' title='song for dad'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897283727088360978.post-7345054368358625290</id><published>2010-06-21T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T09:58:47.919-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gracie'/><title type='text'>enjoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TA7uoh0ujhI/AAAAAAAAFGg/MLuk_Qx4IkI/s1600/6-3-10+208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480580176598175250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TA7uoh0ujhI/AAAAAAAAFGg/MLuk_Qx4IkI/s400/6-3-10+208.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When was the last time you enjoyed something like this? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is the day which the LORD hath made;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we will rejoice and be glad in it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--Psalm 118:24&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4897283727088360978-7345054368358625290?l=dearabbi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/feeds/7345054368358625290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4897283727088360978&amp;postID=7345054368358625290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/7345054368358625290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4897283727088360978/posts/default/7345054368358625290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dearabbi.blogspot.com/2010/06/enjoy.html' title='enjoy'/><author><name>Dear Abbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06974643239999181057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TSP7LXJxCQI/AAAAAAAAFro/k2Z8Nu0n9i8/S220/12-11-10%2B003%2B-%2BCopy%2B%25283%2529.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvHILfqAUtY/TA7uoh0ujhI/AAAAAAAAFGg/MLuk_Qx4IkI/s72-c/6-3-10+208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
