tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75224273004565225902024-02-19T01:20:48.808-06:00Janelle's StudioBy wisdom a house is built, and by understanding it is established. Proverbs 24:3Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger135125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522427300456522590.post-19355085585102028792013-07-11T15:14:00.002-05:002013-07-11T15:15:06.047-05:00Corin at 7 monthsCorin has added several things to his skill set in the last month. He can sit up on his own, he can scoot backwards all over the place, and two days ago he pulled himself up to standing! Here are new photos from today's photo shoot:<br />
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These last two I had to include because they were too precious! I am kicking myself that the first one is blurry. In the second one, Corin is looking at Jonathan, out of the frame. He continues to have a special laugh just for Jonathan's silliness. It is very cute to watch the brothers together. <br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522427300456522590.post-61137971253228790552013-06-09T19:16:00.001-05:002013-06-09T19:16:16.175-05:00Corin at 6 monthsCorin is 6 months old today! Hard to believe. He is so responsive now and doing so much. He is a lot of fun, and such a happy baby.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522427300456522590.post-80241638277726465592013-06-09T19:06:00.001-05:002013-06-09T19:06:45.899-05:00Corin at 5 monthsSo, I dropped the ball in April, and didn't get photos of Corin taken at 4 months. Something about moving a few days later, and I totally forgot. So...please accept my apologies, and enjoy (late) photos of him at 5 months. <br />
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Corin with his proud big brother.<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522427300456522590.post-25705897224763601292013-02-09T19:44:00.001-06:002013-02-09T19:44:06.967-06:00Like Father, Like SonFor Christmas, Brian's parents gave us a framed photo of Brian at 2 weeks and 8 months, along with the clothes he wore in the 2 week photo. Today, after we did our 2 month "photo shoot", we dressed Corin in the same outfit and took a photo for Nana. For comparison's sake, here are the two photos:<br />
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And Corin dressed in another outfit that Daddy used to wear:<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522427300456522590.post-87635857232463500422013-01-26T16:32:00.002-06:002013-01-26T16:33:39.054-06:00To-Do or not To-DoI'm a serious believer in To-Do lists. Love them. Live by them. When I was working as an Architect, I literally had a list of To-Do lists. It's so serious that if I get something done that wasn't on the list, I'll write it on the list, just for the satisfaction of marking it off. After all, one rule of the T-Do list is that if it isn't on the list, it didn't happen. <br />
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Well, about 7 weeks ago, a new little person introduced himself into my life:<br />
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Since then, I've noticed a serious decrease in what I'm able to get "done" every day. Take today, for example: my two goals for the day were to balance the budget and fold at least some of the mountain of laundry. So far, at 4:12 PM, none of that has happened. None of it has even been started, actually. I've thought about it - does that count? That can make me feel rather down, since I (wrongly) tend to measure how good my day was by how much I got done. Sometimes I tend to forget that feeding the baby and getting he, our older son and myself alive to the end of the day is a rather important accomplishment in and of itself. <br />
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So, I've decided to create a new To-Do list for myself to help me stay focused on the important work I <i>am </i>getting done every day:<br />
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Feed the baby<br />
Eat breakfast<br />
Get dressed<br />
Start homeschool with Jonathan<br />
Feed the baby, while doing school<br />
Finish school with Jonathan<br />
Feed the baby<br />
Eat lunch<br />
Pick one to attempt: take a nap, run an errand, clean something<br />
Feed the baby<br />
Eat supper<br />
Feed the baby<br />
Take a shower<br />
Feed the baby<br />
Sleep (optional)<br />
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Hmm...when I spell out my day that way, it's not much of a surprise that my house looks the way it does. Maybe I should print out this list and put it up on the fridge (and the bathroom mirror, and over the dirty clothes hampers...). Then perhaps I'll be a little less hard on myself for what doesn't get done every day! Because honestly, these two aren't going to stay like this forever:<br />
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Gotta go...it's time to feed the baby!<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522427300456522590.post-34600935117636422502012-10-09T19:14:00.002-05:002012-10-09T19:15:04.934-05:00Supper TonightTonight we made a really yummy pasta dish with cauliflowers and capers from this recipe:<br />
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<a href="http://beta.abc.go.com/shows/the-chew/recipes/Michael-Symon-Angel-Hair-Cauliflower-Parmesan">Michael Symon's Angel Hair Cauliflower Parmesan</a><br />
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I was a bit skeptical the first time we made it, since I'd never had cauliflower before, and assumed I wouldn't like it. But I was wrong. The cauliflower, and the entire dish is really good. The capers add a really great salty, tangy taste that counter-balances the mildness of the cauliflower and pasta. <br />
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Tonight we added a little twist to the original dish, and made it with purple cauliflower. It was only 50 cents more than white cauliflower at the store, and I figured we could afford that "splurge." I was also hoping that the fun color would help convince Jonathan to eat it, but it didn't work after all. <br />
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We also added some fresh spinach at the end. We needed to use it up, and wanted another vegetable with the meal.<br />
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Overall, it was a very tasty dinner and a very pretty one, and I'm looking forward to left-overs!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522427300456522590.post-41521332842707212112012-09-24T15:01:00.001-05:002012-09-24T15:01:15.393-05:00First Day of SchoolToday marked our first day of "official" homeschooling. We would have started earlier, but the whole moving thing got in the way. Today included starting to learn a Bible verse (Deuteronomy 10:12), math and reading/writing. We're both learning how the process works, and how to keep him engaged. He did a really good job, and I took him to lunch to celebrate his first day of school. Of course, he wanted to know why we won't be able to go out for lunch every day!<br />
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Here's his photo from the first day of 1st Grade:<br />
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522427300456522590.post-87050151940717111102012-07-16T19:47:00.003-05:002012-07-16T19:47:33.612-05:00Cool Cleaning tipOk, today's cool cleaning tip is Baking Soda and Lemon Juice. These two common household ingredients can be combined into a scrubbing paste. <br />
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We set a metal colander in a bowl this weekend to hold ice (the colander holes let the melted ice drip through so that the ice doesn't sit in a puddle) and left it for too long. As Brian was doing dishes tonight, he commented that the colander legs had left rust spots in the bottom of the bowl. I poured a bit of baking soda on the spots, dripped some lemon juice (bottled is fine) on the soda and then scrubbed with our normal dish-washing sponge. After a few minutes, the spots were gone. <br />
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I've also used this combo in our bathroom. We have a toothbrush holder and soap dish mounted on the wall of our bathroom, both 50 years old. They were looking kind of grungy, and I'd just read about the baking soda-lemon juice paste, so I decided to give it a try. I mixed the paste in a small container lid, applied it to the holders and let it sit for a few minutes. I came back in a couple minutes and scrubbed and was rewarded with a shiny set of holders.<br />
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So, next time you have a stubborn spot, say in your kitchen sink, your bathtub, or a bowl, give the baking soda-lemon juice team a try!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522427300456522590.post-57313557349013247322012-03-12T11:45:00.001-05:002012-03-12T11:45:00.880-05:00All packed up...and nowhere to go.Last weekend, I walked into the den to find this...<br />
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In case you can't tell, that's Jonathan lying in a <i>suitcase</i>. We've been looking for replacements for my old ones, and he found this one at Goodwill. It was only after he got it home, that we realized it was way bigger than anything we already had. Big enough, I joked, to pack Jonathan in - that's a couple hundred dollars saved every flight we take! He decided to test it out, and as you can see, he fits! With room to spare, actually - he's got a full-size pillow and a couple blankets in there as well. As you can imagine, the suitcase became his hang-out space for the rest of the morning.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522427300456522590.post-44718407140433006682012-03-11T11:29:00.000-05:002012-03-11T11:29:51.456-05:00OrganizedGo ahead and call me a geek, but one of my favorite things to do is organize. I love transforming a space from total chaos into something neat and orderly. In the last few months, I've been able to do this in two different areas in our house. <div><br />
</div><div>The first space I worked on is our "pantry." Before we bought out house, the garage was converted into a third bedroom. They also carved out a laundry room and another space we call the pantry. Inside the pantry is a closet that we call the pantry inside the pantry. Anyway, the larger pantry holds a tons of stuff, including all of our tools. For the first few years, this space was really disorganized, with toolboxes stacked under recycling boxes, folding chairs sliding down the wall, and all sorts of paper goods spilling everywhere. I didn't take a picture of this embarrassment, so you'll just have to take my word for it. I do, however, have a picture of the final result:</div><div><br />
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</div><div>Yesterday the organizing bug bit me again, and I overhauled my craft supplies storage. I have one corner and most of the closet in our study for my craft table and supplies. But yesterday, the area had gotten so chaotic, I could barely see my table, much less work on it. So I rearranged, cleaned out, and added some more storage, so now I can actually use my table again!</div><div><br />
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I added a cork board to help me keep my lists of things to do and craft ideas organized. If I can see the list, I'm more likely to get stuff done, right? I've also hung my cricut cutting mats on the wall to keep them out of the way and flat.<br />
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</div>One of my favorite challenges while I'm organizing is to do it without having to spend any money to get it done. Yesterday I reorganized everything without buying any new shelves of containers. The shelves below used to hang in our bathroom, but we took them down several months ago, and they've just been sitting in my crafts closet since then. Now they're up in the closet, holding everything from scissors to blank cards, to finished projects waiting to be posted to etsy.<br />
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</div><div>I was also able to re-purpose a set of wire shelves that have been sitting in the top of a closet since we moved in. The wire shelves are the kind of thing sold to hang on the back of a pantry or cabinet door, to hold spices, or cans or other small items. They also happen to be handy for holding glue, punches, and other small containers. You can see that I've saved a few metal containers from the trash, and I'm using them to hold small items. You could also wash out and save glass jars, with the added benefit of being able to see the contents. </div><div><br />
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</div><div>By adding the extra shelves, I was able to pull all of my craft supplies into one corner. Before yesterday, I had most of my things in the closet, but then some were left in a chest of drawers on the opposite side of the room. Now everything is in one place, and much more accessible during a project. </div><div><br />
</div><div>We don't have a door on the closet, so a few months ago I hung a set of curtains in the opening. The curtains hide everything in the closet when I'm not working, and can be pushed off to the side when I do need to get into the closet. They are a lot more convenient than the door would be here.</div><div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Overall, I'm pretty pleased with how things turned out. I really feel like I've made my space one that I can be that much more productive in. Of course, I haven't been able to test out this theory yet - I was too tired after all this organizing to even <i>think </i>about starting another project! </div><div> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522427300456522590.post-87071875745427748172012-02-04T14:55:00.003-06:002012-02-04T15:23:00.935-06:00Hummus!<div>After trying for a while, Brian has finally succeeded in broadening my food likes. At least a little bit. Recently, I've developed a taste for Mediterranean foods, becoming a huge fan of hummus. After buying a food processor a few weeks ago (partly justified by my desire to make hummus at home) I've been browsing for a hummus recipe that seemed authentic and doable. This afternoon I finally decided on a recipe and made some hummus. And I am glad I did!</div><div><br /></div><div>I found the recipe at this website: <a href="http://mideastfood.about.com/od/appetizerssnacks/r/hummusbitahini.htm">http://mideastfood.about.com/od/appetizerssnacks/r/hummusbitahini.htm</a> . The site has lots of recipes for middle eastern foods, including several variations on hummus. I thought I'd start with just a basic recipe for my first attempt, but I've got my eye on several of the variations for future Saturday afternoons.</div><div><br /></div><div>The only modification I would make to the above recipe is to use just a bit less olive oil. The final product was not as thick as we would prefer, but overall very yummy! Or at least Brian and I thought so. Jonathan wasn't convinced!</div><div><br /></div><div>One other note about the recipe: it calls for tahini, a paste made of toasted sesame seeds and olive oil. After reducing the tahini recipe (found elsewhere on the same site) to an amount needed for two batches of hummus, the amount of sesame seeds was too little for the food pro to process. So I just dumped the sesame seeds and olive oil into the bowl with the other hummus ingredients, and the seeds got processed just fine. All in all, a very yummy snack that I will definitely be making again.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522427300456522590.post-19904097299229105502010-05-29T09:46:00.002-05:002010-05-29T09:49:05.756-05:00Saturday Morning at the Franklins'<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC4JhMbIWYtdkckNzjTl292I2WIp1xvOcAN0hCatPlyi63keuDfLPweaRFosJcXETtRdNmcroucg19XXUhYSv7rD_TA5EyoLHkN7yN08LxIpi6-hLD3hOef06NiD82C21zxbS0N7vrC5I/s1600/DSCN6572.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC4JhMbIWYtdkckNzjTl292I2WIp1xvOcAN0hCatPlyi63keuDfLPweaRFosJcXETtRdNmcroucg19XXUhYSv7rD_TA5EyoLHkN7yN08LxIpi6-hLD3hOef06NiD82C21zxbS0N7vrC5I/s400/DSCN6572.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476703785357781250" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522427300456522590.post-78823687878998843722010-02-03T21:01:00.004-06:002010-02-03T21:07:32.782-06:00By My HandsI've been working on a quilt for Jonathan for probably a year now. Tonight, due to a very kind neighbor who watched Jonathan, I finished his quilt!! I think he likes it...<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinKMKNqMkYy-lMESBWPS_FRa2XGXCSnZFoxjp_9lFuT4ehKlYFwr89BNIQFIBU59ipfQrmaolsj9xqKoRA8Cl8Rp71g2ilqACx9kFT1S-rUPo3Dq7sBX9zQua6ZIRxCx3IyX3T9Z8D-o8/s1600-h/December-January+075.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinKMKNqMkYy-lMESBWPS_FRa2XGXCSnZFoxjp_9lFuT4ehKlYFwr89BNIQFIBU59ipfQrmaolsj9xqKoRA8Cl8Rp71g2ilqACx9kFT1S-rUPo3Dq7sBX9zQua6ZIRxCx3IyX3T9Z8D-o8/s320/December-January+075.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434218823712379186" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQbwIEUvKrGTcZVtTpgnKjEjLYH8CKpxcM6s7MPiOwPW_4wJbRQtTeqseNZDOew097XVBfeeGZrbHG2jqA1HvPCg6FSLDTeisijK0poLJtSaSm7qARoqHTzu5Z5vfYFmlnL4x49deE-xo/s1600-h/December-January+076.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQbwIEUvKrGTcZVtTpgnKjEjLYH8CKpxcM6s7MPiOwPW_4wJbRQtTeqseNZDOew097XVBfeeGZrbHG2jqA1HvPCg6FSLDTeisijK0poLJtSaSm7qARoqHTzu5Z5vfYFmlnL4x49deE-xo/s320/December-January+076.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434218818500786306" /></a><br />And then he wanted to take a picture of me. Not too bad all by himself.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6_dlHjk6gSsj86thN01jYw67wxhXOd6vDJzmV0_YDZLIi9R5Gh_-1m33xupsOYmW5emES4T2r5vz9sZBY2L2_2oyD77UIodKr_GL8AyYEO0iQPVTj-vliGzoO_wpvlqUVtUfDDDP74_Q/s1600-h/December-January+077.jpg"></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6_dlHjk6gSsj86thN01jYw67wxhXOd6vDJzmV0_YDZLIi9R5Gh_-1m33xupsOYmW5emES4T2r5vz9sZBY2L2_2oyD77UIodKr_GL8AyYEO0iQPVTj-vliGzoO_wpvlqUVtUfDDDP74_Q/s1600-h/December-January+077.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6_dlHjk6gSsj86thN01jYw67wxhXOd6vDJzmV0_YDZLIi9R5Gh_-1m33xupsOYmW5emES4T2r5vz9sZBY2L2_2oyD77UIodKr_GL8AyYEO0iQPVTj-vliGzoO_wpvlqUVtUfDDDP74_Q/s320/December-January+077.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434218831275164354" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I'm very excited to finally be finished. Now I can work on one of the other half-dozen projects I have going. And it feels like his room is a bit more pulled-together.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522427300456522590.post-88113361443419359122010-01-02T20:17:00.006-06:002010-01-02T20:54:09.556-06:00Put me in the Zoo!<div>We had the opportunity to go to the Houston Zoo on Friday. It was Jonathan's first trip to a zoo, and I'm pretty sure he enjoyed it. </div><div><br /></div><div>We got to see a giraffe, which may have been cooler for Brian and I than Jonathan, since we understand that his initials sound like giraffe, and he doesn't quite get that yet, but he still enjoyed it.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_7KI1-iiL1Agr-mAzcA7cZjqiDpSyTNjZEul9w5Zl4eOuM8teel6cHa5aG7k-xL6bMKKRq8MvVe1_mKMlmopvYqlCheSsQ3Aj0HKO4uyqC0yf98LNdchBcvKnj1Sk1tWflqw8hwFrK9I/s1600-h/December-January+068.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_7KI1-iiL1Agr-mAzcA7cZjqiDpSyTNjZEul9w5Zl4eOuM8teel6cHa5aG7k-xL6bMKKRq8MvVe1_mKMlmopvYqlCheSsQ3Aj0HKO4uyqC0yf98LNdchBcvKnj1Sk1tWflqw8hwFrK9I/s320/December-January+068.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422335311396986386" /></a><br /><div>The last thing we did was ride the train in Herman Park, which may have been the highlight of the whole trip for the Little Guy. Every time we passed a squirrel or bird, he'd wave and yell, "We're riding on a train!" </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilY8KkjtjO2IJ0mC_A8XYcorBelwComiFpVoIoq5tyA2chfXDgMnZXuJVJEE-ICreByRwlmAzIBJDToa-LZMV2FMhJh_0dfRxHiiON3frAjUmQFil30mH6hqY2w1ZtY-H9xO7T_JQ5Ftw/s1600-h/December-January+106.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilY8KkjtjO2IJ0mC_A8XYcorBelwComiFpVoIoq5tyA2chfXDgMnZXuJVJEE-ICreByRwlmAzIBJDToa-LZMV2FMhJh_0dfRxHiiON3frAjUmQFil30mH6hqY2w1ZtY-H9xO7T_JQ5Ftw/s320/December-January+106.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422333458795032754" /></a><br /></div><div>Brian and Jonathan as prairie dogs:</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG_7XjIzYG-YIufWU1DH_ZXdI-PDyUUrZeH2033Qs4D1Hp2ST4UohV_Zm0sH0oj-EMc6IlxGLMV8s3c2k1W-ISCb4XtBA4ME_GiQjfD-YFqg13eqFYYTosQ8ocnkJyWAMUXJLTO7vEIu4/s1600-h/December-January+100.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG_7XjIzYG-YIufWU1DH_ZXdI-PDyUUrZeH2033Qs4D1Hp2ST4UohV_Zm0sH0oj-EMc6IlxGLMV8s3c2k1W-ISCb4XtBA4ME_GiQjfD-YFqg13eqFYYTosQ8ocnkJyWAMUXJLTO7vEIu4/s320/December-January+100.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422333453924881810" /></a><br /></div><div>After Jonathan conquered his fear of the goats in the petting zoo:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWTl0BCcBOJFG4novIIA46lWcT4RPPv1xWXSIujzqMbDpbrdAkTrOyUIXtbzou0jDrzpPdSkRP0dT7wm3vRpZa9Mq4DUP7tajN0ZbOsmIE0vgWf8Omgxj9ptJrhvHGd4MLZ3g1lueMgUo/s1600-h/December-January+091.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWTl0BCcBOJFG4novIIA46lWcT4RPPv1xWXSIujzqMbDpbrdAkTrOyUIXtbzou0jDrzpPdSkRP0dT7wm3vRpZa9Mq4DUP7tajN0ZbOsmIE0vgWf8Omgxj9ptJrhvHGd4MLZ3g1lueMgUo/s320/December-January+091.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422333123448011154" /></a><br /></div><div>The otters were very playful and swam back and forth against the glass showing off for people.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWISf2-LrhyHUNgeQCsd8jvfsgK4xFHS9dLIyQ9BN6eCkEaulnFj-gFJY0Bh2FM0Ne_gOIvdv35yPN-VY381hRlZet0cZTfNVVWjmMJd1YkJTIlBRXVsX-IVEH74hVLYEngxtJoUkaj68/s1600-h/December-January+084.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWISf2-LrhyHUNgeQCsd8jvfsgK4xFHS9dLIyQ9BN6eCkEaulnFj-gFJY0Bh2FM0Ne_gOIvdv35yPN-VY381hRlZet0cZTfNVVWjmMJd1YkJTIlBRXVsX-IVEH74hVLYEngxtJoUkaj68/s320/December-January+084.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422333116607655170" /></a><br /></div><div>Maybe Jonathan's favorite "aminal" was the lion, which did actually roar a bit, making Jonathan's day. Also cool was the fact that the lion's name was Jonathan.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy_gAWFuhBWfjEX9F54KtfDmjQy-6lxDz3FTdkQPARLDHiFPxpZ_MvgTJw0mSvaPL5m5KK8vnbIPwKthMO_M_vtTVhG3RGlLBYS4BiarIRNQD7-x_se3AFva8KVppzR6uNEi1iizBgpoM/s1600-h/December-January+082.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy_gAWFuhBWfjEX9F54KtfDmjQy-6lxDz3FTdkQPARLDHiFPxpZ_MvgTJw0mSvaPL5m5KK8vnbIPwKthMO_M_vtTVhG3RGlLBYS4BiarIRNQD7-x_se3AFva8KVppzR6uNEi1iizBgpoM/s320/December-January+082.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422333113604776690" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUxWo3br1ihoBZh3b5yP5OLqTuRD-juIZ7Xl7osw28WUsj0hNx89duNHykx1nwPRI3yaGitfH_wUghGSwh-WwSelgQHJfZFe4OmSaxGIltBVgqss_z3ocXs60uaviIJK0wjeDTzpzLfoc/s1600-h/December-January+072.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUxWo3br1ihoBZh3b5yP5OLqTuRD-juIZ7Xl7osw28WUsj0hNx89duNHykx1nwPRI3yaGitfH_wUghGSwh-WwSelgQHJfZFe4OmSaxGIltBVgqss_z3ocXs60uaviIJK0wjeDTzpzLfoc/s320/December-January+072.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422333101192932706" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "><br /></span></span></div>We finished up the trip with a visit to Sweet Tomatoes, which is the best salad / soup bar we've ever eaten at. Even Jonathan liked the mac and cheese, pizza bread and soup. All in all it was a very good day. And nice to spend a little bit of time as a family just hanging out.<br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522427300456522590.post-85882482370511448162009-05-07T21:37:00.003-05:002009-05-07T21:45:54.263-05:00Blog Break<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXqDtMbiZyVX6jJtfMjHgcK6bHFTUTRTqP3My7jky1UlG7K6d3PNQZRYJ2T_KwTHYdHVKh7869fanLGkwhngl6fjFehv4fabtodEQDGcEnCNy0qX3kt9xPeGNcOTTfzeCzKTp4VSVxwSA/s1600-h/Easter+2009+015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXqDtMbiZyVX6jJtfMjHgcK6bHFTUTRTqP3My7jky1UlG7K6d3PNQZRYJ2T_KwTHYdHVKh7869fanLGkwhngl6fjFehv4fabtodEQDGcEnCNy0qX3kt9xPeGNcOTTfzeCzKTp4VSVxwSA/s400/Easter+2009+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333277739544810978" border="0" /></a><br />So, in case you haven't noticed, it's been a while since I've blogged. It's not for lack of anything to blog about, but rather we have so much going on, there's no time left for blogging. I'd settle for cleaning and sleeping, but those seem to be getting pushed aside these days as well...<br /><br />Anyway, that brings me to the purpose of this post. This will be my last post for a while. I don't know how long, but I'm going to take a break from the Blog world, at least the creating side of it - I'll still keep up with other blogs on my lunch break. I may drop in from time to time to post a picture of the Little Guy, so the grandmoms can get a fix, but it won't be anything near regular. So until this season passes, here are a couple pics from Easter that our dear friend Marian took:<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimpoA_ZOZCmhTcNuorVjNHIWQZM7GBBInOnjSSEzdMRX3OQcgZ0MXLE5hPNBD53oPtE0A6PreIAdGfJSIEsN0L5XnRIRV2_LeKqKOQQ2yaOac8132mxWrkN3Y7Y7lP9VWi8d-jNl-e8kA/s1600-h/Easter+2009+010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimpoA_ZOZCmhTcNuorVjNHIWQZM7GBBInOnjSSEzdMRX3OQcgZ0MXLE5hPNBD53oPtE0A6PreIAdGfJSIEsN0L5XnRIRV2_LeKqKOQQ2yaOac8132mxWrkN3Y7Y7lP9VWi8d-jNl-e8kA/s400/Easter+2009+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333277733494788562" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc2u0xijMshaeBdo5GoGMRc38yKhu0ucnab3-IHOBrzvwYyUUV_du1bAjhp1ytu8dMYBsB2yaxt-o8kiTWIfomgCp6EjSMawXZhszqENBo5YmMkbSc5Mddo2O48UQ2D1Rui-2c3f3V4nA/s1600-h/Easter+2009+004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc2u0xijMshaeBdo5GoGMRc38yKhu0ucnab3-IHOBrzvwYyUUV_du1bAjhp1ytu8dMYBsB2yaxt-o8kiTWIfomgCp6EjSMawXZhszqENBo5YmMkbSc5Mddo2O48UQ2D1Rui-2c3f3V4nA/s400/Easter+2009+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333277731280348722" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522427300456522590.post-25753682227664041082009-04-05T17:04:00.003-05:002009-04-05T17:14:25.206-05:00His Love Can Never FailI was listening to the "Beams of Heaven" cd this afternoon, and this really popped out at me:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I do not ask to see the way</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"> My feet will have to tread;</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"> But only that my soul may feed</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"> Upon the living Bread.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"> 'Tis better far that I should walk</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"> By faith close to His side;</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I may not know the way I go, But oh, I know my Guide.</span> <i style="font-style: italic;">Refrain</i> <span style="font-style: italic;"> His love can never fail, His love can never fail,</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"> My soul is satisfied to know His love can never fail.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"> My soul is satisfied to know His love can never fail.</span><br /><br />(from the hymn "His Love Can Never Fail")<br /><br />I am always surprised and grateful for the way that God uses music to remind me of his truth and encourage me.<br /><br />And just because I haven't posted any in a while:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYabHYtXUVHTWzdf47myobZy8cFN6WVaO1bmb08luKfFg6WaXZn9JFW-kQebaksIHXwU7njbFo4Pfuijf26QmVB_qlzUDFQ0aC_H8nmkJYUPlV6175DKNo70S1oFltzZuaeZj60CQLbW4/s1600-h/Spring+2009+066.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYabHYtXUVHTWzdf47myobZy8cFN6WVaO1bmb08luKfFg6WaXZn9JFW-kQebaksIHXwU7njbFo4Pfuijf26QmVB_qlzUDFQ0aC_H8nmkJYUPlV6175DKNo70S1oFltzZuaeZj60CQLbW4/s320/Spring+2009+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321333247869123058" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjExW1KijlTIlL6w_HB_49U7z42jB2ohyphenhyphenDuRbc7gxoPvdeywGXl8O9fAkiZM_H80A1y-TWqym7GiJgeAL9caKTgg91f7V0hMBWdNadReXRtxg1Z9hL6wb3u61zZG0hlYCMaCREuWmGOL24/s1600-h/Spring+2009+078.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjExW1KijlTIlL6w_HB_49U7z42jB2ohyphenhyphenDuRbc7gxoPvdeywGXl8O9fAkiZM_H80A1y-TWqym7GiJgeAL9caKTgg91f7V0hMBWdNadReXRtxg1Z9hL6wb3u61zZG0hlYCMaCREuWmGOL24/s320/Spring+2009+078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321333254650050338" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522427300456522590.post-82322286426296357322009-03-17T20:23:00.004-05:002009-03-17T20:30:48.259-05:00(Un)Sensible WivesI'm currently reading a Dorothy Sayers novel about Lord Peter Wimsey, "The Unpleasantness at the Bellona Club" and came across a conversation that made me chuckle.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"A man ought to be just as courteous after marriage as he was before," declared Robert Fentiman, virtuously.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"So he ought, but he never is. Possible there's some reason we don't know about," said Wimsey. "I've asked people, you know - my usual inquisitiveness - and they generally just grunt and say that their wives are sensible and take their affection for granted. But I don't believe women ever get sensible, not even through prolonged association with their husbands."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The two bachelors wagged their heads, solemnly.</span><br /><br />Maybe this makes me laugh because I so often don't feel sensible myself! Maybe after thirty years, instead of three, some of Brian's sensibleness will have worn off on me. ;)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522427300456522590.post-51739299827582050202009-03-06T21:06:00.004-06:002009-03-06T21:11:19.627-06:00Words of WisdomWe were having a discipline moment this evening, and I was trying to explain to Jonathan why we do this, and what I hope he's learning. Suddenly, I realized that the words coming out of my mouth were not my own. I was describing it completely differently than normal - and it was all God giving me words. It was great! And just in case I needed verification that they were given to me by God and not out of my own wisdom, I can't remember anything I said. Only that it was about Jesus, and our need for him. I love it when God answers our prayers in ways we don't expect!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522427300456522590.post-38918212891079676352009-03-06T20:58:00.003-06:002009-03-06T21:04:57.743-06:00No Comment<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimpIklVQLCt-bqdt7RImKi-SxJzGntGbnQVLwuUew7khPLI4Uk5AFGREBy84fG0WMBsMKBkAOMiiYWe38EZKE8MSD_PAYF9wVklsbteapegEdyw9NiivLMzZlEMETQNwsBlwa4c4mkKag/s1600-h/Jonathan+-+by+Heather.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimpIklVQLCt-bqdt7RImKi-SxJzGntGbnQVLwuUew7khPLI4Uk5AFGREBy84fG0WMBsMKBkAOMiiYWe38EZKE8MSD_PAYF9wVklsbteapegEdyw9NiivLMzZlEMETQNwsBlwa4c4mkKag/s400/Jonathan+-+by+Heather.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310275676100772578" border="0" /></a>Thanks Heather!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522427300456522590.post-46561716797217168452009-02-16T21:53:00.004-06:002009-02-16T22:00:13.094-06:00Tantrum TwosAnyone else out there whose kid regularly throws a full-blown tantrum?<br /><br />What do you do? Try to talk to them, ignore it? Discipline or not discipline? Let them flail, or try to hold them down so they don't hurt themselves (or you)? Stay with them, or leave the room?<br /><br />Some nights we get Jonathan into bed and it takes me foever to recover. I was one of those kids who practically cringed at a certain tones of voice or frustrated glance. So watching my son turn into something that resembles JackJack at the end of "The Incredibles" really baffles me. And regardless of the route I choose during the tantrum, when it's over, I almost always feel like I picked the wrong one. And by the time he's done, I no longer remember what started it in the first place.<br /><br />Sigh...raising kids is not for the faint of heart.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522427300456522590.post-7167104198148245142009-02-12T06:47:00.003-06:002009-02-12T06:49:00.614-06:00One of those daysDo you ever have one of those nights that leaves you praying that your children will come to faith in spite of you...<br /><br />...followed by a morning where you think pretty seriously about skipping the mug and drinking straight from the coffee pot?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522427300456522590.post-30957794489162639512009-02-08T21:18:00.008-06:002009-02-08T21:41:17.292-06:00Sweet ThingsWe have officially entered the "Training Twos" with Jonathan. There have been several very hard days and weeks recently. Thankfully, God has been reminding me, and pointing out very sweet things about being Mommy to Jonathan, and I thought I'd share. Maybe if I write them down, I'll be more likely to remember them during the next training moment.<br /><br />We've started bringing Jonathan into the worship service on Sunday mornings. Almost every week I get teary-eyed while singing, as I think about the fact that I'm singing the truths of God and of Scripture into my son's ears.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtmI7lfmOJhhEVKoCerOckkyS784iIVk7dQMxiJXOJXnc1n1MJ_8Wf0oHsSIyCSK4ECnFqni6k3S3KlOmNOIuKo2i5vJ4HRLTrA_3nJBxb593WoxcDdDbRsksJG9530lKFLrCKKBCZdQI/s1600-h/DSCN5607.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtmI7lfmOJhhEVKoCerOckkyS784iIVk7dQMxiJXOJXnc1n1MJ_8Wf0oHsSIyCSK4ECnFqni6k3S3KlOmNOIuKo2i5vJ4HRLTrA_3nJBxb593WoxcDdDbRsksJG9530lKFLrCKKBCZdQI/s320/DSCN5607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300636687842756802" border="0" /></a><br />Jonathan reaching out to hold my hand when he's falling asleep or when I'm riding next to him in the car.<br /><br />He loves babies.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkPoF1jJV_7S3Smb6VFORLEUBM6OvkepTgpI1ScYM6AkMBDT2X0iMBosjsvCsEyV-mw8Rrq3nUs0zjOJZ2eYLSWNtYzPATX-M3Ee8jwSPuJkJPatqTSavriPa4EilGlORhDqOpVZP7Fmw/s1600-h/December+-+Week+2-3+002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkPoF1jJV_7S3Smb6VFORLEUBM6OvkepTgpI1ScYM6AkMBDT2X0iMBosjsvCsEyV-mw8Rrq3nUs0zjOJZ2eYLSWNtYzPATX-M3Ee8jwSPuJkJPatqTSavriPa4EilGlORhDqOpVZP7Fmw/s320/December+-+Week+2-3+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300635822469847282" border="0" /></a><br />His big smile and "Mommy home!" when I come home from work.<br /><br />Singing to him in his bed at night. I have sweet memories of my mom singing to me at night, and it's weird/amazing to think that he'll someday have those memories of me.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Gm88kTBrRgN6Y_meEq6GzS8L8agw8OeT9j5BxEfGT0WZPZz3ToAZOaUQjzAvSlp-AYvCFb0t7alG-CXJ3e1eJG5MTA-gg8b7enVxlE1jNTl7ad5A__4hfqDkqjSZ7o98PFItVvZyqpc/s1600-h/Adoption+and+Thanksgiving+023.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Gm88kTBrRgN6Y_meEq6GzS8L8agw8OeT9j5BxEfGT0WZPZz3ToAZOaUQjzAvSlp-AYvCFb0t7alG-CXJ3e1eJG5MTA-gg8b7enVxlE1jNTl7ad5A__4hfqDkqjSZ7o98PFItVvZyqpc/s320/Adoption+and+Thanksgiving+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300637314578296482" border="0" /></a><br />Cuddling with him. By the time we got Jonathan he had pretty much outgrown the cuddle stage. The only time he wants to cuddle is right after he wakes up, if he's still really tired. This morning he slept really late and then spent an hour curled up in my lap in the recliner, half-awake, half-asleep. It was so sweet. And God allowed me to just enjoy it, instead of spending the whole time thinking of other things I needed to get done.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQl_ssWu2PHN2ZUXhgrACPvBzeGu6ZPQ8dzHKbUJ5WFoPIomRTH9kNT2Mll1qBog6R4zJy23drpMqy8O-KEhN2kA3RCGScgYr3pJlZq9y_i98jd2NAOx9NXT6oxAx7Y1-DiqccXVgJUIw/s1600-h/DSCN5576.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQl_ssWu2PHN2ZUXhgrACPvBzeGu6ZPQ8dzHKbUJ5WFoPIomRTH9kNT2Mll1qBog6R4zJy23drpMqy8O-KEhN2kA3RCGScgYr3pJlZq9y_i98jd2NAOx9NXT6oxAx7Y1-DiqccXVgJUIw/s320/DSCN5576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300636392117723106" border="0" /></a><br />Teaching him a bedtime Bible verse.<br /><br />The way he tilts his head to one side and holds up one finger on each hand when he's asking for cookies for dessert. Too cute!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj5w45nZYhxW1m3xdjWHiQ9l8XaNcTP7YrEA_fY-IRwdwPAx0zZmtSWvfUiGTxS2tHnV3Q1ldaOGqK_SqOy5ecg2AK2BbOghX-8YES4qzjszJ27d3KiqvIk9VP8nPBfa0lrXcI5OaBAZQ/s1600-h/December+-+Week+1+004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj5w45nZYhxW1m3xdjWHiQ9l8XaNcTP7YrEA_fY-IRwdwPAx0zZmtSWvfUiGTxS2tHnV3Q1ldaOGqK_SqOy5ecg2AK2BbOghX-8YES4qzjszJ27d3KiqvIk9VP8nPBfa0lrXcI5OaBAZQ/s320/December+-+Week+1+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300635346151612786" border="0" /></a><br />I could probably go on, but Brian just reminded me not to stay up too late, so I better take his advice and get ready for bed.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7522427300456522590.post-89955064898381141802009-01-05T19:19:00.003-06:002009-01-05T19:21:06.838-06:00Life LessonsTonight I taught Jonathan the very important life skill of Oreo-dunking. I think he enjoyed it...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeu_EkWuUPD9KV8iyeu_6qaZQCmUkBO3ilTqpbvAecP_Z5C4_U71_dU9muL6Td9S5o2qDcGxW5U5USmF_OPOd4pKqLSO_slewEiLTADB88n6-YJ35Naa5_5bON2eKS7qFxeiUpQIH-Rfo/s1600-h/Oreo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeu_EkWuUPD9KV8iyeu_6qaZQCmUkBO3ilTqpbvAecP_Z5C4_U71_dU9muL6Td9S5o2qDcGxW5U5USmF_OPOd4pKqLSO_slewEiLTADB88n6-YJ35Naa5_5bON2eKS7qFxeiUpQIH-Rfo/s400/Oreo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287984478082771026" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4