<?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-3811083285376754433</id><updated>2012-01-06T23:08:23.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just so I don't forget...</title><subtitle type='html'>"The LORD is the strength of my life..." Psalm 27:1</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-328302205581328080</id><published>2012-01-06T23:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T23:07:53.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That's the trick...</title><content type='html'>Maggie has been having some trouble going number 2 these past several weeks.&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday, she went with no problem and no pain. She was pretty excited about it. She called me into the bathroom to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;We were on our way out &amp;amp; Molly was getting her shoes on.&amp;nbsp; Maggie went over to the door and exclaimed to her sister, "Mowly, I went poo poo!"&lt;br /&gt;Molly then turns to her baby sister with hands on her knees and says,&lt;br /&gt;"Good girl, Maggie.&amp;nbsp; You just have to push it out and then it doesn't come back for a couple of days. Yep, that's the trick!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my girls &amp;amp; all of the conversations to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-328302205581328080?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/328302205581328080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=328302205581328080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/328302205581328080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/328302205581328080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2012/01/thats-trick.html' title='That&apos;s the trick...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-3804156591788939719</id><published>2011-11-30T22:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T22:58:43.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 'whys?' have begun....</title><content type='html'>The Christmas decorations are all up &amp;amp; for the most part have not been played with too much by little people fingers.&amp;nbsp; I set the nativity set up on top of our coffee table this year.&amp;nbsp; Usually, it's underneath the tree a bit and may or may not get kicked around a bit by little feet.&amp;nbsp; The manger was built by my Grandfather and it's one that I'll cherish forever.&amp;nbsp; However, parts of it need to be repaired...the hot glue just isn't holding like it used to.&amp;nbsp; This year, I bought new little nativity people for the manger. Ones that I have had my eye on since last year's craft show.&amp;nbsp; I told the kids that they should NOT touch them...y'all know how long that lasted...so I've changed my mind to "be very careful with those".&amp;nbsp; So far, so good.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo...the other night Maggie was admiring the stable from the couch.&amp;nbsp; Our conversation went a bit like this, "Momma, baby Jesus in there."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, yes He is."&lt;br /&gt;"What's He in?"&lt;br /&gt;"He's in the stable. Jesus was born in a stable."&lt;br /&gt;I can see her trying to figure out what in the world her momma is talking about...I tell her,&lt;br /&gt;"A stable is a barn."&lt;br /&gt;"Why He born in a barn?"&lt;br /&gt;"Because His momma, Mary and Joseph were on a long trip and she started to feel like she was going to have Baby Jesus so she asked to stay at the inn. (Again, I see that she has no idea what an inn is.)&amp;nbsp; She asked to stay at the hotel, but it was very busy in Bethlehem and there were no more rooms at that hotel, but the innkeeper said that she could stay in the barn with the animals."&lt;br /&gt;Maggie thinks on this for a few seconds and then informs me,&lt;br /&gt;"Momma there were buildings up the road to stay in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love that girl.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-3804156591788939719?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/3804156591788939719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=3804156591788939719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/3804156591788939719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/3804156591788939719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2011/11/whys-have-begun.html' title='The &apos;whys?&apos; have begun....'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-4729914966896941304</id><published>2011-10-22T19:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T22:59:25.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple Orchard Time...</title><content type='html'>I did remember to charge my camera battery.&lt;br /&gt;I did remember to grab said battery and camera before we left the house.&lt;br /&gt;Did I remember to PUT said battery inside of the camera before we hopped on the hay ride out to the apples, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;NO! They would have been such sweet pictures, too.&lt;br /&gt;Maggie dragging her sweet little bag of apples behind her in the muddy tractor tracks. &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Molly sitting on the bale of hay with her friend, Kaylynn.&lt;br /&gt;Max hanging off the side of wagon (opposite his mom &amp;amp; dad) with his buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max did spend some time (about 10 minutes) picking apples with his dad while the girls and I went off to pick some golden delicious.&amp;nbsp; After those 10 minutes, Max came down the trail looking for Bella.&amp;nbsp; Bella is a pretty cool 9-year old and we are blessed to that her and her sister our such good buddies with our kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I ask you...WHEN did my son have so many birthdays that he is off with his pals running around the apple orchard? WITHOUT being under his momma's wing??? &lt;br /&gt;When did my girls become so big that they don't need the arm of their daddy to hold them on the hayride wagon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does this time go??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-4729914966896941304?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/4729914966896941304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=4729914966896941304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/4729914966896941304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/4729914966896941304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2011/10/apple-orchard-time.html' title='Apple Orchard Time...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-1496331688145329880</id><published>2011-10-03T22:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T22:43:39.242-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I do so love being a mom...</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Escaping out of bed for the 3rd time tonight, Molly comes up to me &amp;amp; says, "I just have 3 questions for you."  &lt;br /&gt; "Ok. 3 questions and then TO BED."&lt;br /&gt; "Alright Mom. The 1st one I forgot so I'll ask you tomorrow morning.  The 2nd question is 'Does Jesus have to die every time we sin?' "&lt;br /&gt; With tears, I hug her, compose myself and then ask her what her last question is.  She looks up at me, grabs my face and says "this is the last one" and plants a big ol' kiss on my cheek. &lt;br /&gt; I do so love being a mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-1496331688145329880?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/1496331688145329880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=1496331688145329880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/1496331688145329880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/1496331688145329880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-do-so-love-being-mom.html' title='I do so love being a mom...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-8709894446280009941</id><published>2011-05-01T19:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T19:38:53.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Garden Challenge...Month 2...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H1g_qPZShsw/Tb3nQGc0dxI/AAAAAAAABds/QKbvN8Zrb5I/s1600/IMG_5789.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H1g_qPZShsw/Tb3nQGc0dxI/AAAAAAAABds/QKbvN8Zrb5I/s320/IMG_5789.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are, the 2nd month of the &lt;a href="http://www.thehomeschoolvillage.com/category/hsv-garden-challenge"&gt;Homeschool Village's Garden Challenge&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Not much has changed around here, except more rain, more rain &amp;amp; more rain.&amp;nbsp; I am grateful for the rain. It has made everything soooo green. My flowers are loving it. They are perking up more and more &amp;amp; looking fuller &amp;amp; fuller everyday.&amp;nbsp; We did have an 80 degree day a few Sundays ago. It was WONDERFUL!!! I got to go thru the beds a bit and get them weeded &amp;amp; a few things trimmed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WTzkK999Hgs/Tb3nTbHHPVI/AAAAAAAABdw/DyC6bSX3iY0/s1600/IMG_5790.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WTzkK999Hgs/Tb3nTbHHPVI/AAAAAAAABdw/DyC6bSX3iY0/s320/IMG_5790.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FBmD8WPUxnE/Tb3nbJJaL4I/AAAAAAAABd8/uM5ujFqJPeY/s1600/IMG_5794.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FBmD8WPUxnE/Tb3nbJJaL4I/AAAAAAAABd8/uM5ujFqJPeY/s320/IMG_5794.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am just noticing that huge weed to the right of my friendship stone. That did get pulled a few hours ago. Again, this is our "Amanda Garden". This is where we'll be putting all things pink &amp;amp; purple in honor of my best friend.&amp;nbsp; I have been looking at different garden articles at the library (when I escape there kidless).&amp;nbsp; I've just remembered that I didn't write any of the titles of those magazines down.&amp;nbsp; I suppose a trip to the library is in the cards tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ByOmMgtkZ88/Tb3ndigrj7I/AAAAAAAABeA/pp3qwOKdmKA/s1600/IMG_5795.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ByOmMgtkZ88/Tb3ndigrj7I/AAAAAAAABeA/pp3qwOKdmKA/s320/IMG_5795.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This hydrangea is in our front flower beds. I am always so happy to see that first bud.&amp;nbsp; This was my grandmother's hydrangea. It's so beautiful &amp;amp; it gets bigger and bigger every year. LOVE it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vg0hTDbC7cA/Tb3nfggVF-I/AAAAAAAABeE/U1p44QoYvVA/s1600/IMG_5796.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vg0hTDbC7cA/Tb3nfggVF-I/AAAAAAAABeE/U1p44QoYvVA/s320/IMG_5796.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the front of our house. I pulled out whatever was there a few years back. I found a Redbud tree that I would like to put there (we lived in Kentucky for 2 years &amp;amp; one of my favorite trees down there is the Redbud tree...it's the first thing I remember seeing when we drove down there...miss KY so very much...would love to put one somewhere), but I have a feeling that it would go to be way too big for that spot. Thoughts on that? Thoughts too for anything else I could put there. I really do not like either one of the things still growing there.&amp;nbsp; That bush thing (I have fogotten at the moment what it's called) is such a pain to me.&amp;nbsp; It's thorns are as long as my arm. I just want to get rid of it. And...don't get me started on whatever that pine tree/evergreen lookin' thing is.&amp;nbsp; Ideas, please! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-spF3rQfQ9KY/Tb3nY1slmRI/AAAAAAAABd4/-2TOI6VvwEE/s1600/IMG_5793.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-spF3rQfQ9KY/Tb3nY1slmRI/AAAAAAAABd4/-2TOI6VvwEE/s320/IMG_5793.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These bushes (there's 2 of them...just took a pic of the one) are ones that I am sooo excited about.&amp;nbsp; I am not sure what they are. My mom could tell you...(again, failing at my duties on this post). These were ones that I also discovered while living down south. A home near us had these in their front yard. They are beautiful.&amp;nbsp; The ones down south were purple. These didn't bloom last year &amp;amp; I can't remember if the tag told me the color or not. Either way, I am going to be surprised. Another reason, I am excited about the growth on these (and they are growing quickly...2 weeks ago they were still underground) is that we haven't been able to grow much of anything in this part of the flower bed since having a drain system put in several years ago. Have I mentioned that I am excited about these plants???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now that it's May 1st, I am looking forward to more sunshine &amp;amp; not so much rain...but oh how green the rain makes God's treasures!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Can't wait to check out everyone's posts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Gardening!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-8709894446280009941?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/8709894446280009941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=8709894446280009941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/8709894446280009941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/8709894446280009941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2011/05/garden-challengemonth-2.html' title='Garden Challenge...Month 2...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H1g_qPZShsw/Tb3nQGc0dxI/AAAAAAAABds/QKbvN8Zrb5I/s72-c/IMG_5789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-8092985541355627017</id><published>2011-04-28T09:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T09:05:59.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Wrap-Up on Thursday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt; I see the rain. I thought about complaining once again about the stinkin' rain, but then I watched video of those deadly tornadoes down south in Alabama.&amp;nbsp; They have lost 178 people so far. &lt;br /&gt;I'll take the rain. &lt;br /&gt;I love the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking...&lt;/strong&gt; of the dad that lost his life while protecting his daughter from a falling tree in that storm. What a dad. I know&amp;nbsp;we wouldn't think twice about protecting our kiddos &lt;em&gt;from anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful...&lt;/strong&gt; for my husband, his job, our home, our kids, not having to worry about where we are going to lay our head at night. So many out there are still struggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt;I hear Maggie's footsteps. No doubt she is looking for a chocolate bunny to eat for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am wearing...&lt;/strong&gt;my comfy pj bottoms, my shirt from yesterday &amp;amp; perfect black sweater cardigan. I wish I could wear it everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am creating...&lt;/strong&gt;our plan for the next school year. Hope that I can work it so that we start our school year right after Memorial Day. Can't wait for the new school room!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going...&lt;/strong&gt;to begin &lt;a href="http://31daystoclean.com/"&gt;31 Days to Clean&lt;/a&gt; on Sunday, for the entire month of May.&amp;nbsp; I really can't wait. I am hoping that it has as great of effect on me as it has had for others! Go &lt;a href="http://31daystoclean.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to download yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am reading...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Parting &lt;/em&gt;by Beverly Lewis. I think I've mentioned before that I am a huge fan of Amish fiction. I also have another 11 books on hold from the library that are coming my way. I can't wait! Thank you Jesus, for those you have given the gift of writing. I do so enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping...&lt;/strong&gt;and praying that my sweet friend's mom is miraculously healed from the brain tumors that they found a week ago today. To say that she has been through so much would be an understatement. Please pray with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hearing...&lt;/strong&gt;the sound of the garbage truck, a few coughs from upstairs, the fridge...wonder how long that will last :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house...&lt;/strong&gt;I see sooooo much that needs to be picked up.&amp;nbsp; I just keep telling myself that as soon as we are done with school I'll have 3 weeks to take care of it all! I can certainly do it all in 3 weeks, right?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things...&lt;/strong&gt;just laughing with my husband. So often, we are caught up in the day to day stuff that we forget to just have fun. I love when we just hang out, kid, &amp;amp; laugh like we used to do all of the time back in college.....before real responsibility &amp;amp; the wonder of having kiddos :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QCez5p7cAkI/TbllTm_7jnI/AAAAAAAABdk/kI6qtVq3saM/s1600/IMG_5630.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QCez5p7cAkI/TbllTm_7jnI/AAAAAAAABdk/kI6qtVq3saM/s320/IMG_5630.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A4hS2RKhRPQ/TblleD9JE3I/AAAAAAAABdo/INMQd9EL148/s1600/IMG_5661.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A4hS2RKhRPQ/TblleD9JE3I/AAAAAAAABdo/INMQd9EL148/s320/IMG_5661.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-klOUGK1sqDQ/TblkoJ1ziaI/AAAAAAAABdg/tlxhHhpHVC0/s1600/IMG_5677.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-klOUGK1sqDQ/TblkoJ1ziaI/AAAAAAAABdg/tlxhHhpHVC0/s320/IMG_5677.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pictures I am sharing...&lt;/strong&gt;are from Molly's birthday weekend. The first is from her birthday lunch with the girls...the two sisters along with their aunts, nana &amp;amp; me. The second is from after her gymnastics party on Saturday. Max wanted to play with the dolls as well :) And the final picture is of Molly &amp;amp; her "real" bible. She has been so excited about getting one ever since Max got his "real" one on his 6th birthday. She couldn't believe that hers had her name on it &amp;amp; Max's didn't. (They didn't offer embossing back then :) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-8092985541355627017?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/8092985541355627017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=8092985541355627017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/8092985541355627017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/8092985541355627017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2011/04/wednesday-wrap-up-on-thursday.html' title='Wednesday Wrap-Up on Thursday...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QCez5p7cAkI/TbllTm_7jnI/AAAAAAAABdk/kI6qtVq3saM/s72-c/IMG_5630.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-7283483312245253310</id><published>2011-04-20T20:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T20:45:06.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Wednesday Wrap-Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X7FhlQdzxTY/Ta95enWJPVI/AAAAAAAABdc/JRf0SXNsINs/s1600/IMG_3134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; height: 91px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;I have a few blogger &amp;amp; "real-life" friends that do a Wednesday wrap up. Hoping that this will also help me be a more dutiful blogger! :) &lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Here goes...first of many (I hope.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outside my window...&lt;/strong&gt;our Easter eggs are hanging from our tree in the front yard. When we hung them I was&amp;nbsp;having a sort of "how did we end up in the city" day.&amp;nbsp; Then Jesus sent me one of those moments that He so often does (and I so often don't pay enough attention). An older gentleman drove by, honked &amp;amp; gave our family a thumbs up.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Jesus moments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I should cherish them more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6LAw27mjhyE/Ta95J8QtUpI/AAAAAAAABdQ/rg13ioRlN6g/s1600/calctest.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6LAw27mjhyE/Ta95J8QtUpI/AAAAAAAABdQ/rg13ioRlN6g/s320/calctest.bmp" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thinking...&lt;/strong&gt;of precious last conversations.&amp;nbsp; A year ago today, I listened as my best friend told me that she was in the hospital and should be home in a few days. We decided that when she felt better we were definitely going to get together.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJhYD29eDz0/Ta95G0tW_1I/AAAAAAAABdM/MO34v_mdX24/s1600/us.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gJhYD29eDz0/Ta95G0tW_1I/AAAAAAAABdM/MO34v_mdX24/s320/us.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I told her I loved her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;She said, "I love you, too."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;That was the last thing she ever said to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Four days later she passed away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am thankful...&lt;/strong&gt;that God saw it in His plans to bring us home to Michigan before my sweet friend went Home.&amp;nbsp; I fear I may have missed that final good-bye to her.&amp;nbsp; I am thankful that the anniversary of her death is on Easter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/strong&gt;there should be dinner finishing up, but it's just the kids and I tonight....going out sounds so much easier &amp;amp; fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am wearing&lt;/strong&gt;...comfy jeans, short sleeve purple shirt that I need to get rid of b/c of holes, a hoody sweatshirt, and no socks. I do NOT want to be wearing a sweatshirt &amp;amp; I draw the line at wearing socks at the the end of April. At least we don't have 12 inches of the white stuff like they do up north.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am creating&lt;/strong&gt;...well, my brothers-in-law, father-in-law and hubby are creating walls for our schoolroom. I can hardly wait!!! Just seeing the wood nailed to the walls gets me all giddy about it. I can't wait for real walls!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am going&lt;/strong&gt;...to be right here with our families this Easter Sunday. I can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am reading&lt;/strong&gt;...a new author at the moment. I have been reading Amish fiction lately. I LOVE it! However, my newest favorite authors don't have enough books to keep me busy :) My new favs...Amy Clipston, Beth Wisman, Cindy Woodsmall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hoping&lt;/strong&gt;...that there will be a surprise warm up and no rain on Friday evening. I have a date night with my man &amp;amp; I would love to catch a baseball game with him. It's been 4 years since we've been to a Tigers game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am hearing&lt;/strong&gt;...Mat Kearny on grooveshark. I think I like it. &lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; the furnace just kicked on....another "no, no" on April 20th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Around the house&lt;/strong&gt;...I see my 5 year old hopping around. How is she 5 already?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MGZu41IIQeg/Ta95NHK9a4I/AAAAAAAABdU/_HJwrLyvhDg/s1600/IMG_0341.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MGZu41IIQeg/Ta95NHK9a4I/AAAAAAAABdU/_HJwrLyvhDg/s320/IMG_0341.jpg" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of my favorite things...&lt;/strong&gt;being Up North with my sweet family. Can't wait to return there this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tX_eyL5jBnI/Ta95cYH5IDI/AAAAAAAABdY/jl9bJfZXcoY/s1600/IMG_3139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tX_eyL5jBnI/Ta95cYH5IDI/AAAAAAAABdY/jl9bJfZXcoY/s320/IMG_3139.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pictures I am sharing...&lt;/strong&gt;are of my best friend, Amanda. I miss her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Molly when she was about a year and a half old. Where has the time gone???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And the last picture, my favorite family picture....or one of the &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;few that Maggie is actually looking at the camera!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-7283483312245253310?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/7283483312245253310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=7283483312245253310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/7283483312245253310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/7283483312245253310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2011/04/first-wednesday-wrap-up.html' title='First Wednesday Wrap-Up'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6LAw27mjhyE/Ta95J8QtUpI/AAAAAAAABdQ/rg13ioRlN6g/s72-c/calctest.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-5874759660165103159</id><published>2011-04-04T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T22:20:01.702-04:00</updated><title type='text'>World Geography Curriculum Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>I LOVE &lt;a href="http://www.confessionsofahomeschooler.blogspot.com/"&gt;Confessions of a Homeschooler&lt;/a&gt;! I just purchased her &lt;a href="http://confessionsofahomeschooler.blogspot.com/2011/03/road-trip-usa-geography-and-history.html"&gt;USA Geography curriculum&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and she is now giving away one copy of her &lt;a href="http://confessionsofahomeschooler.blogspot.com/2011/04/expedition-earth-world-geography.html"&gt;Expedition Earth curriculum&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Go &lt;a href="http://confessionsofahomeschooler.blogspot.com/2011/04/expedition-earth-world-geography.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to see all of the ways that you can enter to win!!! &lt;br /&gt;I am still deciding whether we are going to travel the nation or the globe next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-5874759660165103159?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/5874759660165103159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=5874759660165103159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/5874759660165103159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/5874759660165103159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2011/04/world-geography-curriculum-giveaway.html' title='World Geography Curriculum Giveaway!'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-8052216492558482434</id><published>2011-04-03T20:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T20:32:38.402-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Garden Challenge!!!! Is it spring yet???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bEMw7IReacw/TZkC6YX_qWI/AAAAAAAABbY/qOAgLGQv40E/s1600/gardenchallenge.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bEMw7IReacw/TZkC6YX_qWI/AAAAAAAABbY/qOAgLGQv40E/s1600/gardenchallenge.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I recently found &lt;a href="http://www.thehomeschoolvillage.com/"&gt;The Homeschool Village&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;through &lt;a href="http://homeschoolcreations.blogspot.com/"&gt;Homeschool Creations&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I thought that &lt;a href="http://www.thehomeschoolvillage.com/category/hsv-garden-challenge"&gt;The Homeschool Village's Garden Challenge&lt;/a&gt; was the perfect way to get back into my blogging that I so often put on the back burner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This is where we'll be digging in as soon as the weather decides to warm up here in Michigan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddfABpbW8Fc/TZkIR21GUTI/AAAAAAAABbc/dkPeX6y_Zlg/s1600/IMG_5508.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddfABpbW8Fc/TZkIR21GUTI/AAAAAAAABbc/dkPeX6y_Zlg/s320/IMG_5508.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is our flower garden. I may try planting some blueberries here, too. We'll see how that turns out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WQfM2-Gy9Q4/TZkIVgkjqiI/AAAAAAAABbg/3562GxwoqX4/s1600/IMG_5509.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WQfM2-Gy9Q4/TZkIVgkjqiI/AAAAAAAABbg/3562GxwoqX4/s320/IMG_5509.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Every year I have grand plans for our flower garden space. I spend time during the winter months ripping pages from various magazines whenever I come across them. They never seem to come to complete fruition, though. My mom is probably my biggest help. We usually spend at least a few Saturdays a summer at the local farmers market picking out just the right flowers to be planted. We have a patch of Black-Eye Susans, beautiful roses (that were planted way before we moved in here 7 years ago), a bunch of other periennels that pop up every year...I have no idea of the names.&amp;nbsp; I love gerbera daisies! I tend to scatter them all over the flower bed. Something about how bright they are...just LOVE that God made them so colorful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with everything that is there, plus other things that my mom suggests, we'll be planting lots of wildflowers and having some fun with &lt;a href="http://shiningdawnbooks.com/available-units/wonderful-wildflowers/"&gt;NaturExplorer's Wonderful Wildflowers&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://shiningdawnbooks.com/available-units/butterflies-flutter-by/"&gt;Butterflies Flutter By&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the sunny/shady corner of our flower garden we'll be putting as many pink flowers as we can possibly fit. My best friend passed away almost a year ago and to say that she LOVED the color pink would be an understatement. Right now it's&amp;nbsp;a dreary little corner and I couldn't bare to post that photo. Can't wait to fill in all of that space with PINK!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i_R3zFk5yTc/TZkJqRrJ-yI/AAAAAAAABb0/pNnzBEbaT48/s320/IMG_1862.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Last year was our first year with a vegetable garden. I loved it when the kids would come in with a handful of cucumbers and tomatoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vULhXg0vAeE/TZkJBM7Y1gI/AAAAAAAABbs/_vxkCHqB6MI/s320/IMG_2116.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mdSAgTAnOpo/TZkJHnjMXmI/AAAAAAAABbw/NjNVgN5SB1c/s1600/IMG_2102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mdSAgTAnOpo/TZkJHnjMXmI/AAAAAAAABbw/NjNVgN5SB1c/s320/IMG_2102.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We planted beans, cucumbers, tomatoes, peppers, corn (I got a little over-zealous with that one), zucchini &amp;amp; squash. The corn toppled and over-shadowed our peppers, squash, and beans. We did get LOTS of tomatoes and cukes, though. This year, we hope to extend the garden a bit to make room for a bit more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XGdW6LQKqNQ/TZkI7iK6PcI/AAAAAAAABbo/d2HKEN1anYo/s1600/IMG_2112_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XGdW6LQKqNQ/TZkI7iK6PcI/AAAAAAAABbo/d2HKEN1anYo/s320/IMG_2112_1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These three kiddos will also be having some fun with the &lt;a href="http://homeschoolcreations.blogspot.com/2011/03/garden-preschool-pack-and-bonus.html#"&gt;Garden Preschool Pack&lt;/a&gt; over at &lt;a href="http://www.homeschoolcreations.blogspot.com/"&gt;Homeschool Creations&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; The kids really enjoy her packs. I know your kids will too!!! If you link up over at &lt;a href="http://www.thehomeschoolvillage.com/category/hsv-garden-challenge"&gt;The Homeschool Village&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;with your own Garden Challenge post, you'll get an additional 15 page bonus pack for your&amp;nbsp;Garden Preschool Pack&amp;nbsp;from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.homeschoolcreations.blogspot.com/"&gt;Homeschool Creations&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;See you back here at the end of April!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i_R3zFk5yTc/TZkJqRrJ-yI/AAAAAAAABb0/pNnzBEbaT48/s1600/IMG_1862.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vULhXg0vAeE/TZkJBM7Y1gI/AAAAAAAABbs/_vxkCHqB6MI/s1600/IMG_2116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-8052216492558482434?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/8052216492558482434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=8052216492558482434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/8052216492558482434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/8052216492558482434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2011/04/garden-challenge-is-it-spring-yet.html' title='Garden Challenge!!!! Is it spring yet???'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bEMw7IReacw/TZkC6YX_qWI/AAAAAAAABbY/qOAgLGQv40E/s72-c/gardenchallenge.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-4026944246789389298</id><published>2011-01-04T23:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T23:46:44.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year...</title><content type='html'>How can it be 2011 already?&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I have a theme building on this blog...I don't blog, I do blog, I don't blog, I promise to blog....and then it's another year gone by.&lt;br /&gt;How could our 4th of July trip already be 6 months behind us???&lt;br /&gt;When did time stop creeping by and when did it start flying and fleeting right before my very eyes???&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I have some cleaning up &amp;amp; editing to do on this blog. It'll have to wait though.&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself that I was going to start having my hind end in bed by 10 pm. I can read when I'm there, but I have to be in bed.&lt;br /&gt;It is currently a quarter to midnight and I am sitting at my kitchen table on this thing.&lt;br /&gt;When will I learn?&lt;br /&gt;Probably the same time that I learn to blog more than a few times every 6 months!&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2011 All!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-4026944246789389298?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/4026944246789389298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=4026944246789389298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/4026944246789389298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/4026944246789389298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year.html' title='A New Year...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-7955900034068269204</id><published>2010-07-11T00:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T00:21:24.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This 4th of July was probably my most favorite in almost 32 years.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We spent the 4th Up North in the U.P. It’s our favorite place in the world.&amp;nbsp; I haven’t been too many places…Aaron, more than me…but I can safely say that we could go anywhere in the world and the shores of Lake Superior would still be our favorite.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It’s the first trip we went on together as a couple. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Aaron was the first person to drive me over the Mackinac Bridge.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He was the first person I went to Mackinac Island with.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The very first time I went blueberry picking up north, I was with Aaron.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That same trip he asked me to marry him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I love Northern Michigan.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We left around 4:30 a.m. on Saturday morning and we were enjoying Burger King breakfast at the bridge by 8:15 a.m.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlFYJEBvcI/AAAAAAAABMw/nC2vwiyhJE4/s1600-h/IMG_2999%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_2999" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2999" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlFYkTs-7I/AAAAAAAABM0/Sj1eA3sVM_E/IMG_2999_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlFZMiJMAI/AAAAAAAABM4/x_CjsVZL5_s/s1600-h/IMG_2981%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_2981" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2981" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlFZoAKhiI/AAAAAAAABM8/0vqACSu43p4/IMG_2981_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlFZ93fiKI/AAAAAAAABNA/kd9YMBXomKg/s1600-h/IMG_2984%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_2984" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_2984" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlFaKvzEoI/AAAAAAAABNE/fb0xaRsBSsQ/IMG_2984_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlFaqRuneI/AAAAAAAABNI/0a59C1u7eAU/s1600-h/IMG_2993%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_2993" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2993" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlFa-N-j9I/AAAAAAAABNM/Xa11YmW87wg/IMG_2993_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We arrived at the falls around 10:30 and took a canoe ride over to the little island.&amp;nbsp; The water was higher and a little more rough than the last time we played here so the kids weren’t able to do as much, but I loved it just the same.&amp;nbsp; It’s the first time Maggie has been to the Falls. Max first visited the Falls when he was just 4 weeks old. 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&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlFn6pezCI/AAAAAAAABPI/JhLho35ezwI/s1600-h/IMG_3031%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3031" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_3031" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlFoB4_IxI/AAAAAAAABPM/ovgnU1Wp9Us/IMG_3031_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlFosgI_nI/AAAAAAAABPQ/yp52IGjKI7A/s1600-h/IMG_3032%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3032" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_3032" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlFoyM5nPI/AAAAAAAABPU/TRqOY1bHEPo/IMG_3032_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlFpH2rnsI/AAAAAAAABPY/32H62SNlkd8/s1600-h/IMG_3000%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3000" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; 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&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We finally made it inside for a snack. Aaron left with Ben &amp;amp; Chaz to do some golfing.&amp;nbsp; Maggie made her successful escape attempt when everyone else was distracted with Uncle J.J. &amp;amp; Uncle Steve’s arrival.&amp;nbsp; She didn’t put her on bathing suit before heading back down to the beach.&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlFxZ_fukI/AAAAAAAABQo/zIfDust-05A/s1600-h/IMG_3090%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3090" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_3090" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlFxu0BpOI/AAAAAAAABQs/ICSqq1pcr7Y/IMG_3090_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlFyG9J0nI/AAAAAAAABQw/adMP5qWyUzc/s1600-h/IMG_3088%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3088" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_3088" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlFynMK9JI/AAAAAAAABQ0/3H5mj7-tuaM/IMG_3088_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlFzXaQ9VI/AAAAAAAABQ4/HLdP_oEiubU/s1600-h/IMG_3082%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3082" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_3082" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlFziy8W4I/AAAAAAAABQ8/1_j37V4qOa8/IMG_3082_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlF0MdlEDI/AAAAAAAABRA/Lg3VG11R6Ds/s1600-h/IMG_3091%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3091" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_3091" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlF0Yh0III/AAAAAAAABRE/vUe7Koi8BIc/IMG_3091_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlF0pGEsBI/AAAAAAAABRI/rHhAUkz2AJM/s1600-h/IMG_3086%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3086" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_3086" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlF1Bh_pvI/AAAAAAAABRQ/7lR134S2G9k/IMG_3086_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;None of them did. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlF1aamcjI/AAAAAAAABRU/BU2JjW9YYQA/s1600-h/IMG_3075%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3075" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_3075" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlF154ha2I/AAAAAAAABRY/kONOQv5fA0s/IMG_3075_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlF2EtLYlI/AAAAAAAABRc/t7fkpx9Nh1s/s1600-h/IMG_3076%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3076" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_3076" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlF2bksfkI/AAAAAAAABRg/bOYuoTnaldU/IMG_3076_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlF23ptC9I/AAAAAAAABRk/ZQZANEh7uYc/s1600-h/IMG_3098%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3098" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_3098" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlF3LoLzmI/AAAAAAAABRo/XBeOz1zbPAU/IMG_3098_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlF3f4gePI/AAAAAAAABRs/Jyxnlgi2jQ4/s1600-h/IMG_3099%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3099" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_3099" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlF3yepXoI/AAAAAAAABRw/mLI4tyuj4IE/IMG_3099_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Max spent a little time burying Molly, but would NOT let anyone bury him.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlF4PTi-fI/AAAAAAAABR0/94cpTVMUAg4/s1600-h/IMG_3101%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3101" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_3101" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlF4vXdNvI/AAAAAAAABR4/ER28UEhJeZo/IMG_3101_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlF4yWMUWI/AAAAAAAABR8/ZDj-P24sq6U/s1600-h/IMG_3103%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3103" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_3103" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlF5KQnKoI/AAAAAAAABSA/AlRijPDNfiQ/IMG_3103_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Always such a helping big brother.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlF5skji9I/AAAAAAAABSE/OD8nPTJsILo/s1600-h/IMG_3104%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3104" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_3104" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlF5x3co_I/AAAAAAAABSI/-Zmy0gMly_Q/IMG_3104_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After getting cleaned up yet again and enjoying another snack we headed out to Uncle Tom’s place. From there we headed out to our first of 2 fireworks.&amp;nbsp; They found some suckers in Uncle Tom’s truck.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlF6X5LvFI/AAAAAAAABSM/ics9AmGxjKQ/s1600-h/IMG_3107%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3107" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_3107" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlF6pMYD2I/AAAAAAAABSQ/YVHl7rQo85U/IMG_3107_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlF6x-V_XI/AAAAAAAABSU/K5q7S_SyAUo/s1600-h/IMG_3108%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3108" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_3108" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlF7BNaWDI/AAAAAAAABSY/78UL7U5di6I/IMG_3108_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (I think Molly looks like such a Jarvie in this photo.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlF7gURITI/AAAAAAAABSc/P3_p9IM6MjQ/s1600-h/IMG_3110%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3110" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_3110" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlF7_2KphI/AAAAAAAABSg/9FOgVnzaKec/IMG_3110_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is one of my favorite photos from the weekend. I love imagining what they could be discussing. Boys, politics, how are fireworks made, where do unicorns live…Love it…almost brings tears to my eyes when I look at it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlF8WX_TpI/AAAAAAAABSk/t-n7Q2KkK5s/s1600-h/IMG_3111%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3111" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_3111" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlF8qQIC_I/AAAAAAAABSo/-CNlbKKAIu4/IMG_3111_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlF83JWMbI/AAAAAAAABSs/5EnAA4a8i0A/s1600-h/IMG_3112%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3112" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_3112" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlF9dHD-sI/AAAAAAAABSw/yYT4_iY-v4w/IMG_3112_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlF9ski0uI/AAAAAAAABS0/bHFqdiy4i-U/s1600-h/IMG_3115%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3115" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_3115" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlF99wvlrI/AAAAAAAABS4/9e3OuhT-M6g/IMG_3115_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Max &amp;amp; cousin David horsing around before the fireworks began.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlF-cX-DtI/AAAAAAAABS8/QAm-kTw5nIo/s1600-h/IMG_3122%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3122" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_3122" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlF--5OdBI/AAAAAAAABTA/uRPxDgNkugU/IMG_3122_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlF_LJavzI/AAAAAAAABTE/xFQTiZDEtpM/s1600-h/IMG_3124%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3124" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_3124" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlF_U0MUJI/AAAAAAAABTI/aTZNMLDNLmA/IMG_3124_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlF_2ZoODI/AAAAAAAABTM/WPfHHwWD48I/s1600-h/IMG_3125%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3125" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_3125" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlGABw4Y5I/AAAAAAAABTQ/nPCgsvTuoWk/IMG_3125_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Maggie was a trooper.&amp;nbsp; This photo was taken around 11:30 p.m. She hung in through the day until zonking out on her sister’s shoulder.&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlGAYZQckI/AAAAAAAABTU/gGesBhIV_w0/s1600-h/IMG_3131%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3131" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_3131" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlGAzxkSgI/AAAAAAAABTY/Kmjg91dtqWg/IMG_3131_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sunday morning, Aaron and I went for a walk on the beach and then I went for a run. I think I could honestly say that I would run almost every morning if I woke up to the beach right outside my window every morning.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We spent the day decorating bikes for the parade, riding/walking in the parade, cooling down from the parade (the weather reports we kept seeing were mid-70’s with a chance of storms….it was in the 90’s), playing in the water and on the beach, grilling out with family, cupcake party for the kids with Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa while Aaron and I headed to the fireworks. &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlGBdUHHPI/AAAAAAAABTc/98iLHM_LieA/s1600-h/IMG_3133%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3133" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_3133" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlGBoPb2bI/AAAAAAAABTg/gVP5Qdxv4LI/IMG_3133_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlGCRdOm1I/AAAAAAAABTk/HXgDmWmtJq8/s1600-h/IMG_3134%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3134" style="border-right: 0px; 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I can’t remember the last time we both slept that late. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We spent the day at the Point, the Pier (where Aaron &amp;amp; Ben thought it would be fun to jump off into the freezing water below), snacking, taking pictures with family, &amp;amp; picking a few blueberries.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlGdcs6DVI/AAAAAAAABYQ/4U9d-bYCBqU/s1600-h/IMG_3360%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3360" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_3360" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlGduXlJFI/AAAAAAAABYU/9A8mHgrEUvA/IMG_3360_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlGePMfK-I/AAAAAAAABYY/KsjfkPepebA/s1600-h/IMG_3363%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3363" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_3363" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlGeb0BMfI/AAAAAAAABYc/0N-xPh3VQT8/IMG_3363_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_3354" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlGvZ6J2qI/AAAAAAAABaw/eTV7hzbhSm8/IMG_3354_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlGv1VNdLI/AAAAAAAABa0/tAXSfopDhkU/s1600-h/IMG_3356%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3356" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_3356" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlGwXUbUEI/AAAAAAAABa4/rb8rp_xcric/IMG_3356_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Max did NOT want to leave. We all thought it a good idea that he have an overnight at Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa’s closer to home before he tries it 5 hours away for the first time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We can’t wait for our next trip up there.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thank you, Lord, for bringing us home and closer to our favorite place on Your Earth.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlGw-SSS3I/AAAAAAAABa8/DINgFQ8Omrg/s1600-h/IMG_3067%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-7955900034068269204?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/7955900034068269204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=7955900034068269204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/7955900034068269204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/7955900034068269204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2010/07/4th-of-july-2010.html' title='4th of July 2010'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDlFYkTs-7I/AAAAAAAABM0/Sj1eA3sVM_E/s72-c/IMG_2999_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-3229260092416062538</id><published>2010-07-08T16:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T16:28:20.849-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where’s the cheese?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yesterday, was a good day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We spent the morning at the library with Steph, Nick &amp;amp; Zachary.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;They came over to our house for lunch and a little Mario baseball.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The kids decided that they would like mac &amp;amp; cheese for lunch.&amp;nbsp; So I put on a pot of water. I was also making orange jello.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was chatting with my sister about the kids, how hot&amp;nbsp; it was outside and how hot my kitchen was just with the water boiling for the jello and mac &amp;amp; cheese.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I stirred up my jello with the boiling water. Added the cold water. Stirred some more.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Steph asked me what I was making because it looked weird. I told her orange jello. I said that it would probably look more like jello after it settled once in the fridge.&amp;nbsp; (I don’t make jello very often.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Right after I put my jello in the fridge, Steph drained the macaroni, dumped it back in the pan, added milk &amp;amp; butter and then asked me where the cheese went.&amp;nbsp; I told her it had to be somewhere around the counter. She asked if I threw it away with the box.&amp;nbsp; Nope. Put the box in the recycling bag. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I checked the recycling pile. No cheese in there.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I walked back into the kitchen and saw the little brown bag of orange gelatin on the counter.&amp;nbsp; Which only meant one thing…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I made cheese jello instead of the orange jello that I had intended.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Needless to say, Steph about peed her pants laughing at me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I used to take pride in my ability to multi-task. Not anymore.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-3229260092416062538?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/3229260092416062538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=3229260092416062538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/3229260092416062538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/3229260092416062538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2010/07/wheres-cheese.html' title='Where’s the cheese?'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-4964636167939354936</id><published>2010-07-06T03:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T03:47:55.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Great Getaway Weekend of the Summer 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This was from the first time we headed to Jess &amp;amp; Jay’s cottage back in the winter of 2007.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDLbRdDAS3I/AAAAAAAABI8/_oqKT6nuKkc/s1600-h/howlatewereweupthatnight%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="howlatewereweupthatnight" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="164" alt="howlatewereweupthatnight" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDLbRp0IiBI/AAAAAAAABJA/S9q2y1bxdfE/howlatewereweupthatnight_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This was from last weekend.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDLbSd6zibI/AAAAAAAABJE/27p-yKauoFQ/s1600-h/IMG_2823%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_2823" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2823" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDLbS6lLrbI/AAAAAAAABJI/SfB6WcK-Z7o/IMG_2823_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Our little Amanda was missed so very much.&amp;nbsp; It was different being there without her.&amp;nbsp; I could only imagine how little Patrick would have chased the older kids as fast as he could on all fours.&amp;nbsp; Maybe next year.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Our first evening there around the bonfire, Jay got down on one knee and proposed to Jessica.&amp;nbsp; It was &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDLbTaa4mHI/AAAAAAAABJM/FDLYIAErj8w/s1600-h/IMG_2663%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_2663" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2663" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDLbTvwNqPI/AAAAAAAABJQ/_V1pZ6Wfp3U/IMG_2663_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;something that we had all been waiting so long for…not to mention Jessica had been waiting too :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It was such a special moment. I am so honored that I was able to share in it with them.&amp;nbsp; I could feel Amanda nudging me in the arm as if to squeal, “This is it!" And then when Jessica kept insisting that Jay wasn’t actually proposing, I could hear her giggling.&amp;nbsp; Love her, miss her!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We all had such a special time.&amp;nbsp; Some tears, a lot of laughter.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDLbUNO98jI/AAAAAAAABJU/6h4eSq-t3Ls/s1600-h/IMG_2939%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_2939" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2939" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDLbUbMz6gI/AAAAAAAABJY/Z7ZPnvaYpR8/IMG_2939_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDLbUr01-kI/AAAAAAAABJc/Asx9XVUgchw/s1600-h/IMG_2918%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_2918" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2918" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDLbVA-5GOI/AAAAAAAABJg/MOb4aAy87JI/IMG_2918_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We spent lots of time on the boat. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We hugged tight.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Uncle Jay took Max &amp;amp; Molly went tubing for the very first time.&amp;nbsp; They LOVED it! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We ate…good stuff….like we always do.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We chatted around the bonfire.&amp;nbsp; I’ll treasure that for a long time to come.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I can’t wait for all the reasons I get to see my girls over the rest of the summer!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Love you all!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-4964636167939354936?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/4964636167939354936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=4964636167939354936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/4964636167939354936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/4964636167939354936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2010/07/first-great-getaway-weekend-of-summer.html' title='First Great Getaway Weekend of the Summer 2010'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TDLbRp0IiBI/AAAAAAAABJA/S9q2y1bxdfE/s72-c/howlatewereweupthatnight_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-2236595844042685512</id><published>2010-06-29T23:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T23:35:27.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is with me???</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I found &lt;a href="http://www.momstoolbox.com/blog/"&gt;Mom’s Toolbox&lt;/a&gt; through &lt;a href="http://homeschoolcreations.blogspot.com"&gt;Homeschool Creations&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Over at Mom’s Toolbox they are beginning the &lt;a href="http://www.momstoolbox.com/blog/bible-in-90-days-reading-schedule/"&gt;90 Day Bible Study&lt;/a&gt; on July 5.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have tried this once before and would love to try it again.&amp;nbsp; I feel like I have enough going on around here, but never enough of the one true important thing, Jesus.&amp;nbsp; So, as we travel over the coming weeks I will try and take advantage of this 5 day lead :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Who’s going to join me???&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-2236595844042685512?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/2236595844042685512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=2236595844042685512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/2236595844042685512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/2236595844042685512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2010/06/who-is-with-me.html' title='Who is with me???'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-5480921518164305834</id><published>2010-06-29T00:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T00:36:21.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maggie’s Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;I am posting this a bit backward, but that’s what I get for waiting so long to post everything.&amp;#160; We have lots of stuff going on and I want to post &amp;amp; keep up. We’ll see if I can do it this time.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;We celebrated Maggie’s 2nd birthday here at her home. It was a VERY warm day. She had a great time with her cousins, grandparents &amp;amp; aunts &amp;amp; uncles.&amp;#160; She fell asleep half way through and we had to nudge the life of the party back to life to enjoy her ice cream sandwich cake and presents.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TCl38_KDIUI/AAAAAAAABIM/0lq9v_6Eelc/s1600-h/IMG_22872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_2287" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_2287" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TCl39PZQYwI/AAAAAAAABIQ/ThgrhKq88KE/IMG_2287_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TCl3-KimP2I/AAAAAAAABIU/TCI2i1FXdf8/s1600-h/IMG_22962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_2296" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2296" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TCl3-c4La7I/AAAAAAAABIY/NEbvmB2csN4/IMG_2296_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2321" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TCl4Bei0tSI/AAAAAAAABIw/Z5UCwW-O6XQ/IMG_2321_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TCl4BsvHYYI/AAAAAAAABI0/QTPLUlEjRSY/s1600-h/IMG_24122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_2412" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2412" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TCl4CM7xXOI/AAAAAAAABI4/lmC78OA8dbg/IMG_2412_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-5480921518164305834?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/5480921518164305834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=5480921518164305834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/5480921518164305834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/5480921518164305834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2010/06/maggies-party.html' title='Maggie’s Party'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TCl39PZQYwI/AAAAAAAABIQ/ThgrhKq88KE/s72-c/IMG_2287_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-6009923433297122838</id><published>2010-06-29T00:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T00:36:51.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maggie Turns 2….And Aaron’s 6th Father’s Day….</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;June 20, 2008&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TCl25j39sJI/AAAAAAAABF8/0vvDdIUd7yU/s1600-h/IMG_34702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3470" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_3470" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TCl26ejQENI/AAAAAAAABGA/RpX1-XhIeb8/IMG_3470_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;June 20, 2009&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TCl26pPTL_I/AAAAAAAABGE/d8fd_RV2TQM/s1600-h/IMG_8254_12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_8254_1" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_8254_1" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TCl27Lv_XMI/AAAAAAAABGI/0tIlMlwhCCI/IMG_8254_1_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;June 20, 2010&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TCl27VRQrvI/AAAAAAAABGM/a3HClJlVA4g/s1600-h/IMG_25242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_2524" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_2524" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TCl272TMqZI/AAAAAAAABGQ/UvH14SQuPFU/IMG_2524_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;What a glorious day Sunday was for us.&amp;#160; We celebrated Aaron’s 6th Father’s Day. We celebrated our Maggie’s 2nd birthday.&amp;#160; It was great just to be with us…the 5 of us.&amp;#160; We started the morning off at church. Maggie drew me a picture or 2. She loves scribbling &amp;amp; I love that she is beginning to understand the difference between my table &amp;amp; walls and good ol’ coloring paper.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;After church, we headed to the zoo for a Father’s Day brunch and birthday celebration. When we finally left the zoo, exhausted, we headed to Applebee’s for a special 2nd birthday treat.&amp;#160; They gave Maggie that huge sundae just for turning 2.&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TCl28Glr-lI/AAAAAAAABGU/5i4dNP6oVPQ/s1600-h/IMG_24682.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_2468" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2468" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TCl28Sl4yvI/AAAAAAAABGY/r4mwBuJ-8WQ/IMG_2468_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TCl29G8bBDI/AAAAAAAABGc/8F09KBZHAcw/s1600-h/IMG_24732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_2473" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="IMG_2473" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TCl29qK83UI/AAAAAAAABGg/RW42RIvLK1o/IMG_2473_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TCl296bgeWI/AAAAAAAABGk/JEYyktjsS8E/s1600-h/IMG_25292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_2529" style="border-top-width: 0px; 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&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Love love love my Sweet Maggie Grace!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Happy 2nd Baby Girl!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-6009923433297122838?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/6009923433297122838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=6009923433297122838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/6009923433297122838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/6009923433297122838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2010/06/maggie-turns-2and-aarons-6th-fathers.html' title='Maggie Turns 2….And Aaron’s 6th Father’s Day….'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TCl26ejQENI/AAAAAAAABGA/RpX1-XhIeb8/s72-c/IMG_3470_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-5146197587450609798</id><published>2010-06-10T01:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T01:12:28.667-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What the…..???</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TBB0CxOcljI/AAAAAAAABFk/7UO8C1KdaEc/s1600-h/IMG_2244%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_2244" style="border-right: 0px; 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&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Oh, our Miss Molly….&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;About a week ago, the kids received a few bucks from Great-Gramma to spend at the Dollar Store. The next day we headed out for the kids to search out the perfect dollar gift for themselves.&amp;#160; They found these inflatable kickboard things.&amp;#160; Molly’s was princess theme, of course.&amp;#160; We go home and the kids wanted to get the pool out and immediately blow up their new treasures.&amp;#160;&amp;#160; The kids had a great time. Jumping in and out of our kiddie pool. Molly attempting to actually try and use her kickboard the correct way in the aforementioned kiddie pool. I was using the time to read and enjoying the spare minutes to get through a page or two.&amp;#160; Molly and everything sweet about her, comes over with her kickboard to chat with me for a few minutes.&amp;#160; I couldn’t tell you what she was chatting about, but whatever it was she was into it.&amp;#160; The next second, the wind picks up and blows the kickboard out of her hand and lands on the patio next to her.&amp;#160; She looks down at it, looks back at me and with a puzzled look on her face says, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;“What the hell?”&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;As soon as the words left her mouth &amp;amp; she saw the look on my face, she came back with, “I’m&amp;#160; sorry. I’m so sorry. I meant ‘What the heck?’&amp;#160; I then turned my head and had to smile…not because of what she said, but the look on her face when she watched the kickboard blow from her hand and land on the ground.&amp;#160; HILARIOUS!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;LOVE THAT GIRL!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-5146197587450609798?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/5146197587450609798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=5146197587450609798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/5146197587450609798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/5146197587450609798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2010/06/what.html' title='What the…..???'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TBB0Defi-eI/AAAAAAAABFo/-leSt7ajP2A/s72-c/IMG_2244_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-7309272805366928827</id><published>2010-06-10T00:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T00:50:35.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School &amp; Last Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;August 3, 2009&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TBBvEb384GI/AAAAAAAABFE/WaQbah1t1Hw/s1600-h/IMG_9065%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_9065" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_9065" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TBBvEjXyL1I/AAAAAAAABFI/ATaTdH0FSbc/IMG_9065_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TBBvE1m4OlI/AAAAAAAABFM/N97nuMda-q4/s1600-h/IMG_9073%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_9073" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_9073" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TBBvFU04MYI/AAAAAAAABFQ/_twCW6SCtgM/IMG_9073_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;June 8, 2010 (although our last day of school was May 27, 2010)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TBBvFpIFMmI/AAAAAAAABFU/EQGnf-4sqs4/s1600-h/IMG_2243%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_2243" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_2243" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TBBvF96L45I/AAAAAAAABFY/Sc09xIsqLAw/IMG_2243_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TBBvGY7YmkI/AAAAAAAABFc/hrrXwWEMPX0/s1600-h/IMG_2249%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_2249" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_2249" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TBBvGu73JkI/AAAAAAAABFg/xWvN7CYUtio/IMG_2249_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-7309272805366928827?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/7309272805366928827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=7309272805366928827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/7309272805366928827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/7309272805366928827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2010/06/first-day-of-school-last-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School &amp;amp; Last Day of School'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TBBvEjXyL1I/AAAAAAAABFI/ATaTdH0FSbc/s72-c/IMG_9065_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-624775338941595615</id><published>2010-06-04T00:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T00:29:23.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Max's 3rd season of t-ball...</title><content type='html'>MAN, I LOVE THIS KID!!! Can't believe we have started our 3rd year of t-ball.&lt;br /&gt;He is doing great &amp;amp; loves his baseball.  My favorite thing about watching him is seeing him get so excited when he does something great &amp;amp; not getting down on himself when he misses a grounder. I am hoping to get a picture of this spirit soon, but until then let me try and paint you a picture.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, a grounder came right to him.  He called out, "I got it! I got it!"  He squatted, put his mitt out, fielded the ball. Then he wound up, kicked out that leg like his daddy taught him &amp;amp; then he threw it to first. He then put his arms up in the air &amp;amp; jumped up and down with a huge smile on his face.  MAN, I LOVE THAT KID!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; May 22, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TAh_rDJDvTI/AAAAAAAABEs/c9R1bBKuhpM/s1600/IMG_1943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478769324250610994" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TAh_rDJDvTI/AAAAAAAABEs/c9R1bBKuhpM/s200/IMG_1943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TAh-8neCWEI/AAAAAAAABEc/zJPHiHZ6_gQ/s1600/IMG_1937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478768526548424770" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TAh-8neCWEI/AAAAAAAABEc/zJPHiHZ6_gQ/s200/IMG_1937.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TAh_qpKRZ5I/AAAAAAAABEk/-oKOqzm2Q8w/s1600/IMG_1939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478769317276379026" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TAh_qpKRZ5I/AAAAAAAABEk/-oKOqzm2Q8w/s200/IMG_1939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May 16, 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TAh-8C1qBUI/AAAAAAAABEU/f8CSWUH6Ydw/s1600/IMG_7870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478768516715382082" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TAh-8C1qBUI/AAAAAAAABEU/f8CSWUH6Ydw/s200/IMG_7870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TAh-7_iB0aI/AAAAAAAABEM/p9utuT_KaOM/s1600/IMG_7865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478768515827749282" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TAh-7_iB0aI/AAAAAAAABEM/p9utuT_KaOM/s200/IMG_7865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May 24, 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TAh-7R00lKI/AAAAAAAABEE/D8tSP9p5k6s/s1600/IMG_3261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478768503558542498" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TAh-7R00lKI/AAAAAAAABEE/D8tSP9p5k6s/s200/IMG_3261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TAh-6_y-5oI/AAAAAAAABD8/oueNRN5Knyk/s1600/IMG_3245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478768498718992002" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TAh-6_y-5oI/AAAAAAAABD8/oueNRN5Knyk/s200/IMG_3245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-624775338941595615?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/624775338941595615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=624775338941595615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/624775338941595615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/624775338941595615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2010/06/maxs-3rd-season-of-t-ball.html' title='Max&apos;s 3rd season of t-ball...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TAh_rDJDvTI/AAAAAAAABEs/c9R1bBKuhpM/s72-c/IMG_1943.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-4760930748621802688</id><published>2010-06-03T00:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T01:27:54.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgot this one...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TAc1z6sN8DI/AAAAAAAABDc/wT7S8XCWZQM/s1600/IMG_2077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478406637763817522" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TAc1z6sN8DI/AAAAAAAABDc/wT7S8XCWZQM/s200/IMG_2077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back on April 16th, the kids had their first ehub production.  They did fantastic.  Max hid behind one of his taller friends for his first class, but he had a huge smile on his face the whole time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids had their regular classes in the a.m. and then the production went until after 4 that afternoon.  Right before leaving the parking lot Max mentioned that he had to go potty.  Aaron told him that he would take him and then Max changed his mind. He said that he could hold it.  I didn't doubt that he could.  The last time he had an accident was when he was potty training.  So we kissed Aaron good-bye and told him that we would see him soon.  Of course, traffic at 4:30 on a Friday afternoon in a construction filled city...I would have lost control of my bladder.  At first Max was just sort of hopping around in his seat.  Then it began to get a bit more serious.  There was no where to turn into the mall. They had all of the entrances closed off on the road we were on.  And of course, we were on a boulevard type road so we couldn't turn around. I tried to get him to pee in the empty water bottle.  No way, no how.  He was not doing that. Can't say that I blame him :)  So by the time we got out of that jam Max was crying, "Momma, I think I went a little bit. I'm so sorry. I should have listened to daddy when he told me to go."  I felt just awful.  I told him that it was alright and that momma should have taken him.  Then I asked him if he went to the bathroom at all while in Miss Ashley's class.  He said no.  I said, "Honey, did you go potty this morning when you woke up?"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My jaw dropped. To this day, I am still hoping that he did in fact go potty that morning and truly didn't go from the night of the 15th to the afternoon of the 16th without using the restroom.  Mom of the year....right here! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...after all of the traffic jams and potty mishaps, we finally pull up to Stacy's house (we were dropping the kids off right after the production b/c Aaron and I had a date night).  The kids and I arrived before Stacy and the kids so we just hung out in the van for a bit and Max changed his clothes. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then this happened:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Max: Momma, I love legos. I love legos even more than Mario. Me: Stunned. Really, even more than Mario. Max: Yep, but you, You I love more than anything Momma. Me: Instant tears and thinking that he will NEVER leave me and get married!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-4760930748621802688?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/4760930748621802688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=4760930748621802688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/4760930748621802688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/4760930748621802688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2010/06/forgot-this-one.html' title='Forgot this one...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/TAc1z6sN8DI/AAAAAAAABDc/wT7S8XCWZQM/s72-c/IMG_2077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-1482576529206568278</id><published>2010-04-25T03:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T22:40:10.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dear &amp; Sweet Friend, Amanda...</title><content type='html'>My sweet and dear friend, Amanda, passed away today, April 24, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/S9uTx7NOXOI/AAAAAAAABDU/1CVJCw6uu1o/s1600/fav.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466125058660261090" style="WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/S9uTx7NOXOI/AAAAAAAABDU/1CVJCw6uu1o/s200/fav.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had been admitted to the hospital for dehydration &amp;amp; miscarriage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just spoke with her on the phone on Tuesday evening. She thought that she'd be home the next day, the lastest Thursday. The last I heard from her on Wednesday morning. She emailed to say that there were no new updates and that the docs may run a few tests. I didn't hear from her the rest of Wednesday and all of Thursday. I spoke with one of my friends Thursday night. We were both worried because neither of us had heard from her in almost 2 days. That was very unusual. I stayed up late that night writing her a card and packaging up a little photo notepad thing I had gotten for her. Thought it might put a small smile on her face after the miscarrage. I never mailed it to her. Early Friday morning, around 2 a.m., we received an email from her mom saying that Amanda was in critical condition and in the ICU. She needed our prayers. I spent all day on the phone...back and forth between friends trying to figure out exactly what had happened. Halfway through the morning we were told that Amanda had had a massive stroke and then they could not get her blood to clot. I just cried. I couldn't do anything else. I wanted to get in my car and head straight for the hospital. Instead, we sat and just waited to hear. Around 12:15 p.m. Amanda's sister-in-law called and told us that they were waiting for her brother to arrive from out of town and they were going to take her off of life support. I went upstairs and just fell on the floor. I couldn't breathe. I just wanted to lay on the floor and cry. Max came upstairs. Right before I got the phone call from her sister-in-law, Max had stapled his finger. The call came in as I was rinsing and cleaning Max's finger. I left the bathroom and headed upstairs. Max came up while I was crying and said, "It's ok, Momma. See? I cleaned it already and put a band-aid on it. It's all better so you don't have to cry." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/S9uTxXiDQzI/AAAAAAAABDM/4i7Tsb4ejik/s1600/howlatewereweupthatnight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466125049083937586" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/S9uTxXiDQzI/AAAAAAAABDM/4i7Tsb4ejik/s200/howlatewereweupthatnight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ended up at the hospital with my 3 other dear friends. We were able to say our good-byes and spend some time with our sweet, goofy, and spirited Amanda. When we left the hospital I couldn't believe that we actually left. We went back to Jess &amp;amp; Jay's. We ordered pizza and drank Miller Lite in honor of our dear friend. The next day we went to breakfast, got pictures around for the service, shopped for matching bracelets for the 5 of us + Amanda's mom. The day dragged on and flew by all at the same time. We kept waiting for an update. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/S9uTwtHJSkI/AAAAAAAABDE/oOrX-jOb6pk/s1600/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466125037696797250" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/S9uTwtHJSkI/AAAAAAAABDE/oOrX-jOb6pk/s200/us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being at Jess &amp;amp; Jay's reminded me of the time that Amanda and I spent the night there a few years ago. We slept in the spare bedroom with Amanda on the regular bed and me below her to the side on the trundle. She said that I kept her up with my strange sleep talking. She just giggled at me the next morning. Not saying anything bad about it. The last time we were there was March 21st. We spent some time on the couch hanging out. Even though we had most of the couch we kinda sat really close :) I am not sure why...just glad that we did. I just really regret not taking more pictures of all of us. We called the hospital a few times that day to see if she was still listed as a patient. She was. I made it across the state and back home around 9:15 pm. I got the call around 10 pm from my dear friend that she had passed. Our sweet Amanda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stayed up until about 4 a.m. just looking at photos of her and writing back and forth to Jax. The next morning we headed to church. It's a church that we have only been to one other time as a family. The pastor read Psalm 23. I almost completely lost it. It was as if Jesus was sitting right next to me holding me up. The message was all about how great our shepherd is. How He has it all taken care of. That He will be our good shepherd no matter our doubt and struggle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday was the service. It was beautiful. When the music began, I recognized the song right away. It was Need You Now by Lady Antebellum. I put the kleenex over my face and lost it. I thought I was good until I looked over and saw Amanda's husband walk into the room with their 8 month old son, Patrick. I couldn't breathe. You could hear all of the gut wrenching cries throughout the room. Aaron said that he thought that there were at least 400-450 people there. I just don't know what to do with the feelings of knowing that her little family lost a momma &amp;amp; a wife. Listening to her mom, brothers, and husband &amp;amp; little man speak about her was unbelieveable. A true memorial for her. It was nice to tell stories about her all evening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/S9uTwJ7yT2I/AAAAAAAABC8/iM8nV_DsrMw/s1600/calctest.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466125028253912930" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/S9uTwJ7yT2I/AAAAAAAABC8/iM8nV_DsrMw/s200/calctest.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She loved my kids like they were her own. She never forgot a birthday, Christmas, special occassion. She always thought of them. She always thought of everyone before herself. In an article written by the local paper, it was reported that she would be able to help 50-70 people with her organ &amp;amp; tissue donation. What an honor it is to tell the world that she was my friend...that God blessed me with Amanda's friendship.&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/3811083285376754433-1482576529206568278?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/1482576529206568278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=1482576529206568278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/1482576529206568278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/1482576529206568278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-dear-sweet-friend-amanda.html' title='My Dear &amp; Sweet Friend, Amanda...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/S9uTx7NOXOI/AAAAAAAABDU/1CVJCw6uu1o/s72-c/fav.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-4066942759684675166</id><published>2010-04-19T22:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T22:52:24.309-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Molly turns 4....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/S80UptUKXCI/AAAAAAAABCM/PmRxu1MSJRI/s1600/IMG_1780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462044629841632290" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/S80UptUKXCI/AAAAAAAABCM/PmRxu1MSJRI/s200/IMG_1780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/S80V4I_fPaI/AAAAAAAABCk/Q7_6rrYISqE/s1600/IMG_1790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462045977300909474" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/S80V4I_fPaI/AAAAAAAABCk/Q7_6rrYISqE/s200/IMG_1790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/S80UqZNMXAI/AAAAAAAABCc/FB7Uv2UlRJY/s1600/IMG_1785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462044641623563266" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/S80UqZNMXAI/AAAAAAAABCc/FB7Uv2UlRJY/s200/IMG_1785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/S80Up4ojzKI/AAAAAAAABCU/YU-cHCScLs4/s1600/IMG_1782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462044632879975586" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/S80Up4ojzKI/AAAAAAAABCU/YU-cHCScLs4/s200/IMG_1782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/S80Uo7wPItI/AAAAAAAABCE/HjPaM2M0rfY/s1600/IMG_1773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462044616537613010" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/S80Uo7wPItI/AAAAAAAABCE/HjPaM2M0rfY/s200/IMG_1773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/S80V4lfrgoI/AAAAAAAABCs/nPYHsaHDrj0/s1600/IMG_1797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462045984952124034" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/S80V4lfrgoI/AAAAAAAABCs/nPYHsaHDrj0/s200/IMG_1797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/S80V5G3zwTI/AAAAAAAABC0/4VEkTtCTZI4/s1600/IMG_1803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462045993911697714" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/S80V5G3zwTI/AAAAAAAABC0/4VEkTtCTZI4/s200/IMG_1803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/S80UoE9lW9I/AAAAAAAABB8/UA9WrwUjHr0/s1600/IMG_1770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462044601829645266" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/S80UoE9lW9I/AAAAAAAABB8/UA9WrwUjHr0/s200/IMG_1770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our sweet &amp;amp; sassy girl turned 4 yesterday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can hardly believe it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems like just the other day that I began feeling contractions around midnight, dozed off until 2 a.m., got up and cleaned a bit, called the doc around 5:30 or so and then called Stace right after to come and stay with Max. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems like just the other day that Dr. Blunden said, "She's a 4...let's break her water and get her going." When I decided it was time for the epidural, my husband asked, "Do you think it's a little early for that?"&lt;br /&gt;I never labored hard with her....well, I'm sure I did, I just didn't feel it with the wonder that is an epidural. I think I did about 3 sets of pushes with her...15 minutes after starting she was out. I felt great. I was able to watch everything around me...the nurses working on her, giving her a bath, wrapping her up, handing her to me....then the picture I'll always remember....Aaron holding his daughter while working a crossword. He was a pro with our newborns. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now...she is a bouncy, full of energy and precious 4 year old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She went to church with Aaron and me and cuddled with her dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We headed to the store to pick out the perfect pink frosted cake and snickers ice cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got home and she got to open the rest of her presents and play with her neighbor friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went out to the "peanut restaurant" where she stood on a chair in the middle of everyone while they all "yee-hawed" for her. On her way back to the table, a kind woman motioned for Molly to come to her table and she gave Mol a dollar. The kindness of some really does overwhelm me at times. Reminds me that I could spread a little kindness of my own to strangers. We returned home and jumped straight into singing happy birthday and eating cake &amp;amp; ice cream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 4 more years...a few days from now....she'll be 8.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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&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/3811083285376754433-4066942759684675166?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/4066942759684675166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=4066942759684675166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/4066942759684675166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/4066942759684675166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2010/04/molly-turns-4.html' title='Molly turns 4....'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/S80UptUKXCI/AAAAAAAABCM/PmRxu1MSJRI/s72-c/IMG_1780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-8961511231046381237</id><published>2010-04-14T23:07:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T23:28:29.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing &amp; forgetting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/S8aHLCAlruI/AAAAAAAABB0/NSti0P9ixcw/s1600/IMG_1588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460200221820956386" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/S8aHLCAlruI/AAAAAAAABB0/NSti0P9ixcw/s200/IMG_1588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/S8aHK3_QyvI/AAAAAAAABBs/F82_X8ppWMA/s1600/IMG_1596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460200219131038450" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/S8aHK3_QyvI/AAAAAAAABBs/F82_X8ppWMA/s200/IMG_1596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/S8aHKRE6dYI/AAAAAAAABBk/L6A8-uhFqaM/s1600/IMG_1595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460200208685757826" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/S8aHKRE6dYI/AAAAAAAABBk/L6A8-uhFqaM/s200/IMG_1595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/S8aHJ68f-sI/AAAAAAAABBc/gJxmfpFqc-o/s1600/IMG_1590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460200202744888002" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/S8aHJ68f-sI/AAAAAAAABBc/gJxmfpFqc-o/s200/IMG_1590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just got finished reading some old posts...ones from June of '08. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The summer of Maggie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still wiping the tears from my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids are growing so fast and I had forgotten almost every single story that I had posted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight while driving and listening to Kari Jobe, Max piped up from the backseat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Momma, can you turn it to number 11? I like it when she says 'Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord Almighty'". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other night we all went into Target to get the sandels that were on sale. Molly found the pink sparkly ones in the sale paper that morning. Max went down the boy aisle and presented the sandels he found and told me that he would like to get those. I asked him if he would like to look at the flip flops I had picked out for him. He said sure and put them on his feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He looked up at me with those eyes, smile and in his goofy voice said, "Momma, these are mommy shoes...flip flops are mommy shoes! I don't want to look like a momma!" I cracked up. So did the ladies in the shoe aisle with us. I put on flip flops as soon as the weather hits 50 degrees and I don't look back until the first snow fall. Max knows this. I told him he could get the black flip flops instead of the brown/tan ones (that looked exactly like mine) if that made him look more like a little man than a mom. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our miss Molly has gotten her ears pierced and hair cut. She looks like she is 9. I can barely stand it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, we headed to Meijer to do some grocery shopping. She wore her new sparkly flip flops and her sunglasses. About halfway through the shopping trip an older gentleman and his wife called her a movie star and talking her up. She LOVED it. She hid a bit behind me, but smiled through the whole thing. They were very friendly people and Maggie couldn't help but smile too. After the couple started walking away, Molly tugged on my shirt and whispered, "Momma, can you go over there and tell them 'Happy Spring' for me?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, my sweet Molly. Will she really be 4 already?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss Maggie, Miss Maggie, Miss Maggie....she has her momma's temper. She can throw quite the temper tantrum. I think I prefer those to the whining though. She is starting to repeat everything....car, bagel, birdie, puppy, Zachary...I wish it wasn't so easy to forget this stage of their life. She is a sweet &amp;amp; comforting little thing. Whenever Max gets upset or hurt or Molly is upset or hurt, she drops whatever she is doing and goes over to them. She pats their back, squats and looks up at their face as if to say, "It's alright. This too shall pass." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How blessed we are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We don't deserve any of this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am one blessed lady!&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/3811083285376754433-8961511231046381237?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/8961511231046381237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=8961511231046381237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/8961511231046381237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/8961511231046381237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2010/04/growing-forgetting.html' title='Growing &amp; forgetting...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/S8aHLCAlruI/AAAAAAAABB0/NSti0P9ixcw/s72-c/IMG_1588.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-346327620495639847</id><published>2010-03-18T22:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T22:22:52.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone call...</title><content type='html'>Tuesday morning, I woke up to hear Molly talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy, this is Molly. Momma, won't wake up and make me Kix cereal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was early...7:15 maybe. I was exhausted from having the lsweet little Molly one in my bed moving all around since 6 that morning. &lt;br /&gt;I thought I was doing a good thing when I taught the children how to get a hold of daddy if they needed to :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-346327620495639847?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/346327620495639847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=346327620495639847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/346327620495639847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/346327620495639847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2010/03/phone-call.html' title='Phone call...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-7680385012845287499</id><published>2010-01-01T23:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T00:06:06.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>January 1, 2009                       January 1, 2010&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sz7S-7-9pPI/AAAAAAAABAw/Gw7ErbREVn8/s1600-h/IMG_6284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422002980096156914" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sz7S-7-9pPI/AAAAAAAABAw/Gw7ErbREVn8/s200/IMG_6284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sz7S_Q06QkI/AAAAAAAABBA/XjK4loU9GVw/s1600-h/IMG_0657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422002985691136578" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sz7S_Q06QkI/AAAAAAAABBA/XjK4loU9GVw/s200/IMG_0657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sz7S-Vq5SsI/AAAAAAAABAo/fUtdrsWB6IQ/s1600-h/IMG_6282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422002969811438274" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sz7S-Vq5SsI/AAAAAAAABAo/fUtdrsWB6IQ/s200/IMG_6282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sz7S_Mdk8_I/AAAAAAAABA4/tZtUdFz1sMI/s1600-h/IMG_0654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422002984519529458" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sz7S_Mdk8_I/AAAAAAAABA4/tZtUdFz1sMI/s200/IMG_0654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-7680385012845287499?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/7680385012845287499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=7680385012845287499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/7680385012845287499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/7680385012845287499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!!'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sz7S-7-9pPI/AAAAAAAABAw/Gw7ErbREVn8/s72-c/IMG_6284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-3993139634658300204</id><published>2009-12-31T09:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T09:50:59.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a year....what a decade....</title><content type='html'>I remember New Years Eve 1999...10 years ago. I was with some great friends, dancing to Prince's "Let's Party like it's 1999" and out until 4 a.m. to ring in 2000.&lt;br /&gt;My oh my how a decade changes things. &lt;br /&gt;The end of 2000 I met my guy.&lt;br /&gt;Two years later, he asked me to marry him, I said yes and we were married 10 weeks later.&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of 2004 we closed on our first home. Thirteen days later we found out that we would be welcoming our first child that fall. September 2004, Max David James changed our lives in way so that we would forever forget how it was when we were childless.  April 2006, our Molly Marie joined our family. I have few memories of us with just Max.  January 2008, we receive word that Aaron has gotten a job in Kentucky. Easter of 2008 we make that move. Three months later in June, Maggie Grace arrived (very quickly).  Kentucky is the only home she has ever known. I will bawl like a baby when it comes time to take our last family picture on our doorstep here.  January of 2010 we will be moving back to Michigan.  I am so very excited, but a bit sad to be leaving here...this small town.&lt;br /&gt;So the planning and phone calls and address forwarding and nagging of my husband :) begins.  The Good Lord has blessed us all so much. I can't wait to see what He has planned for us this year...this decade...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-3993139634658300204?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/3993139634658300204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=3993139634658300204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/3993139634658300204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/3993139634658300204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-yearwhat-decade.html' title='What a year....what a decade....'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-4153965782774190050</id><published>2009-12-16T11:53:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T13:38:49.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dollar Store Finds....</title><content type='html'>****Sorry. I cannot get those pictures to rotate. I did it the same way I do everytime, but it will not rotate.  I apologize for having to crank your heads to see the photo.*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Dollar Store in hopes of finding some plastic storage bins for the kids stuff. I didn't find that, but I did find some GREAT finds. I was really excited. Aaron told me that we better get back to Michigan because we have zero room for what I keep bringing into our little home.&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;First I spotted these maps. They are nice &amp;amp; big. Sorry I didn't take them out to take a picture of the whole thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevertheless, they include maps of:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sykkb9zugNI/AAAAAAAABAA/XM50BnYh_C8/s1600-h/IMG_0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415900089756319954" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sykkb9zugNI/AAAAAAAABAA/XM50BnYh_C8/s200/IMG_0158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Holy Land during New Testament Times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Exodus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Tribes of Israel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paul's Journey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, I was excited to find big bible story cards. They are nine 8x11 cards in each packet. They have bright colorful photos on one side. On the back side is the verse and then the correct number order in the lower left hand corner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SykkbAd2o6I/AAAAAAAAA_w/FbLSGgPdUIM/s1600-h/IMG_0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415900073290015650" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SykkbAd2o6I/AAAAAAAAA_w/FbLSGgPdUIM/s200/IMG_0161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The four I found are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus Walks on Water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noah's Ark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Miracle of the Loaves and Fishes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus Heals a Blind Man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a huge fan of file folder games so I was ecstatic when I found these. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SykkbVuczUI/AAAAAAAAA_4/YvDs6T0swWU/s1600-h/IMG_0160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415900078996770114" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SykkbVuczUI/AAAAAAAAA_4/YvDs6T0swWU/s200/IMG_0160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See the Light is a Bible Matching game. It includes the game board &amp;amp; 40 matching cardPretty self-explanatory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bible Clues is a game of just that, Bible Clues. It contains 1 game board, 4 game pieces &amp;amp; 38 Bible question cards. The questions cards have 3 clues on each one. If the kids can guess the answer after one hint they get to move 3 spaces. If they guess after 2 hints, 2 spaces. After 3 hints, they move 1 space. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God's Kingdom is a Bible Trivia game.  It comes with 1 game board, 5 game pieces and 52 Bible question cards.  Players move one space for each correct answer given. They also follow the instructions on the game board spaces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Lord's Army looks like my favorite. On the inside of the file folder there are two men.  The point of the game is collect all of the pieces of armor for your soldier. The pieces of armor that you must collect are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shield of faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;helmet of salvation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sword of the spirit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;belt of truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;breastplate of righteousness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feet of the gospel of peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Max is going to &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; this one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While digging through all of this great stuff at the Dollar Store, I found some Bible character cut-outs. There are 3 in each package. Again, there is a bright &amp;amp; colorful photo of the person from the Bible along with a brief description. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought the 4 packets they had available. They are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SykkcDaSYxI/AAAAAAAABAI/g4-uO9oD0KM/s1600-h/IMG_0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415900091260232466" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SykkcDaSYxI/AAAAAAAABAI/g4-uO9oD0KM/s200/IMG_0164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sykkcs8wW7I/AAAAAAAABAQ/vxEbaYeHVcE/s1600-h/IMG_0165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415900102410656690" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sykkcs8wW7I/AAAAAAAABAQ/vxEbaYeHVcE/s200/IMG_0165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joseph, Noah &amp;amp; Daniel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;King Saul, Queen Esther &amp;amp; King Solomon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ruth, Mary Magdalene &amp;amp; Hannah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moses, David &amp;amp; Jonah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally I found packets of inspirational posters.  Each packet includes 3 posters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those are:&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 23, The Lord's Prayer &amp;amp; Jesus Loves Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Galatians 5:22-23, Psalm 46:10 &amp;amp; John 8:12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SyklYcCalwI/AAAAAAAABAY/iP8CUUtOASQ/s1600-h/IMG_0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415901128663144194" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SyklYcCalwI/AAAAAAAABAY/iP8CUUtOASQ/s200/IMG_0166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SyklY-isLqI/AAAAAAAABAg/q6G4fnVYmQk/s1600-h/IMG_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415901137925320354" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SyklY-isLqI/AAAAAAAABAg/q6G4fnVYmQk/s200/IMG_0167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to get back to Michigan so that I can hang all of these great new finds up in our spacious classroom! Until then I'll take it out a little at a time and play!&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/3811083285376754433-4153965782774190050?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/4153965782774190050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=4153965782774190050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/4153965782774190050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/4153965782774190050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/12/dollar-store-finds.html' title='Dollar Store Finds....'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sykkb9zugNI/AAAAAAAABAA/XM50BnYh_C8/s72-c/IMG_0158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-2175415815689986252</id><published>2009-12-10T21:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T22:00:22.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The first snowfall of the season...</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday, December 5th, this is what we woke up to:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SyGxfZn5eJI/AAAAAAAAA9c/SUvnhvSaEb4/s1600-h/IMG_0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413803380088338578" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SyGxfZn5eJI/AAAAAAAAA9c/SUvnhvSaEb4/s200/IMG_0140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids LOVED it!!! Of course, it was all gone by noon, but the kids were just so happy to be able to play in it. Maggie loved flicking all of the snow off the bushes. Max &amp;amp; Molly were just giddy being able to throw snowballs at their mommy &amp;amp; daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SyGxfKuMzaI/AAAAAAAAA9U/bITp9o0FvQg/s1600-h/IMG_0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413803376088239522" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SyGxfKuMzaI/AAAAAAAAA9U/bITp9o0FvQg/s200/IMG_0138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SyGxfmDBjWI/AAAAAAAAA9k/pEklyPO7bRc/s1600-h/IMG_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413803383423339874" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SyGxfmDBjWI/AAAAAAAAA9k/pEklyPO7bRc/s200/IMG_0143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SyGxgidd-SI/AAAAAAAAA90/klnEqDhHXQ8/s1600-h/IMG_0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413803399640381730" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SyGxgidd-SI/AAAAAAAAA90/klnEqDhHXQ8/s200/IMG_0149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SyGxgclV_5I/AAAAAAAAA9s/odml6jXxorU/s1600-h/IMG_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413803398062800786" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SyGxgclV_5I/AAAAAAAAA9s/odml6jXxorU/s200/IMG_0147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-2175415815689986252?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/2175415815689986252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=2175415815689986252' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/2175415815689986252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/2175415815689986252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-snowfall-of-season.html' title='The first snowfall of the season...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SyGxfZn5eJI/AAAAAAAAA9c/SUvnhvSaEb4/s72-c/IMG_0140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-6134281880644494794</id><published>2009-12-07T11:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T12:01:32.317-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Maggie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sx00e-u8BeI/AAAAAAAAA88/FdLqVZKiRtw/s1600-h/IMG_0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412540034009794018" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sx00e-u8BeI/AAAAAAAAA88/FdLqVZKiRtw/s200/IMG_0121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sx00fflf16I/AAAAAAAAA9E/SirEn48NPrY/s1600-h/IMG_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412540042828568482" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sx00fflf16I/AAAAAAAAA9E/SirEn48NPrY/s200/IMG_0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few days shy of one and a half. She is growing up so much everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is by best listener as of late. She is really loving her baby dolls and loves taking them on walks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She points and says, "ook".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She picks something up, walks over to me and her daddy and says, "See?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ask her where her nose is and she points somewhere on her face. She smiles, begins to scream and then claps for herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She gives the best hugs and kisses...whenever I ask her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep 'em coming baby girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sx00fgL-MbI/AAAAAAAAA9M/Afh4EKVlvjM/s1600-h/IMG_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412540042989941170" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sx00fgL-MbI/AAAAAAAAA9M/Afh4EKVlvjM/s200/IMG_0097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-6134281880644494794?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/6134281880644494794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=6134281880644494794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/6134281880644494794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/6134281880644494794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-maggie.html' title='My Maggie...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sx00e-u8BeI/AAAAAAAAA88/FdLqVZKiRtw/s72-c/IMG_0121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-1339413365488936517</id><published>2009-12-04T21:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:32:39.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Molly...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SxnF32NrtCI/AAAAAAAAA80/WJ09BLt3mnM/s1600-h/IMG_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411573990498743330" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SxnF32NrtCI/AAAAAAAAA80/WJ09BLt3mnM/s200/IMG_0021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SxnF3o8aoTI/AAAAAAAAA8s/XbT2Z6gKdv4/s1600-h/IMG_0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411573986936660274" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SxnF3o8aoTI/AAAAAAAAA8s/XbT2Z6gKdv4/s200/IMG_0120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, Molly and Max were coloring their latest picture for their Advent projects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We found another stash of colored pencils. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all sat. They colored while I went through and sharpened all of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly picked up two pencils. They were both black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"This doesn't make any sense. Two black ones? That doesn't make any sense."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea why I laughed as hard as I did, but I did.  It's usually the look she has on her face.  I think it's the same one her cousin, Joshua, makes when he does all of his funniest work too!&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/3811083285376754433-1339413365488936517?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/1339413365488936517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=1339413365488936517' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/1339413365488936517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/1339413365488936517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-molly.html' title='My Molly...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SxnF32NrtCI/AAAAAAAAA80/WJ09BLt3mnM/s72-c/IMG_0021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-3807357762876742853</id><published>2009-12-02T23:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:28:16.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Boy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SxnCGGqXkcI/AAAAAAAAA8U/5D5Mp2etTTs/s1600-h/IMG_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411569837385683394" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SxnCGGqXkcI/AAAAAAAAA8U/5D5Mp2etTTs/s200/IMG_0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Max...my only son...my oldest...so sweet...he loves his momma so and I hope that never changes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our days go pretty well until clean-up time comes around. My kids HATE cleaning up...unless of course there is some grand prize at the end of the "clean up what you destroyed" tunnel. Today was no different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Max had taken Maggie's big pink bucket of toys and dumped it out. He laughed. I told him it was indeed funny, but that he would be picking all of those toys up and putting them back into the big pink bucket. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He didn't do it. He didn't do it. He didn't do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I yelled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt awful and went back into my room so that he wouldn't see me feeling awful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to work on cleaning up my room in the hopes that the children would see this as some kind of race against mom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to make my bed and as I pulled off the pillows I found this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SxnCFzD7ITI/AAAAAAAAA8M/kjwMlmlqbzs/s1600-h/IMG_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411569832124162354" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SxnCFzD7ITI/AAAAAAAAA8M/kjwMlmlqbzs/s200/IMG_0118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw him draw that earlier in the day way before any of the yelling had taken place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called him into my room and with tears still rolling down his cheeks he crawled up on my lap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"When did you make this for me?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Today when you were eating lunch. Then I came and put it under your pillow."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tears for me. Did he know that that was going to happen and that he could make me 100 times more guilty if he planted a sweet picture like that right were I would find it at the exact time I would yell at him???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got hugs and kisses and a picture that I will keep forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How blessed I am!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oops! Forgot one more story...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Tuesday before Thanksgiving we rented Santa Buddies. (Our kids LOVE those "Buddies" movies.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, it was all about the spirit of Christmas and believeing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the part where the Scrooge character begins having second thoughts about Christmas, Max turns to me and says, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Momma, I think he is starting to figure out the true spirit of Christmas."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only we all believed like the children.&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/3811083285376754433-3807357762876742853?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/3807357762876742853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=3807357762876742853' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/3807357762876742853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/3807357762876742853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-little-boy.html' title='My Little Boy...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SxnCGGqXkcI/AAAAAAAAA8U/5D5Mp2etTTs/s72-c/IMG_0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-3525404632625050615</id><published>2009-11-19T20:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T20:45:19.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving in a week...is it possible?!?</title><content type='html'>How can Thanksgiving once again be here?&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;Are the years going by faster and faster or is just me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it just supposed to be understood that once you have children the years FLY by?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly piped up today from the back of the van.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Momma, I love fall. It's my favorite season."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amen, daughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the way of temps, it certainly didn't feel like we had much of a fall. However, the colors on the trees were the prettiest I've seen in several years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a great way God has for reminding us to be thankful for all He blesses us with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At least that's what I think of everytime I see His colors of October. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SwXx6OlB2MI/AAAAAAAAA7k/UzspLd--2To/s1600/IMG_9906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405992910376261826" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SwXx6OlB2MI/AAAAAAAAA7k/UzspLd--2To/s200/IMG_9906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessings, thankfulness, grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SwXx4kItrrI/AAAAAAAAA7E/eo3pRB0tTKU/s1600/IMG_9821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405992881803341490" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SwXx4kItrrI/AAAAAAAAA7E/eo3pRB0tTKU/s200/IMG_9821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SwXx5qrvuaI/AAAAAAAAA7c/SHlzMRUCfN0/s1600/IMG_9874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405992900740757922" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SwXx5qrvuaI/AAAAAAAAA7c/SHlzMRUCfN0/s200/IMG_9874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SwXx5KNZF2I/AAAAAAAAA7M/KHL1G4iPmGM/s1600/IMG_9830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405992892023510882" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SwXx5KNZF2I/AAAAAAAAA7M/KHL1G4iPmGM/s200/IMG_9830.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SwXx5QUriFI/AAAAAAAAA7U/FpEgge-RekY/s1600/IMG_9870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405992893664692306" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SwXx5QUriFI/AAAAAAAAA7U/FpEgge-RekY/s200/IMG_9870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been busy in school talking about giving thanks to God for everything that we have. I feel like I should be back in school learning about that. I forget it about a million and one times a day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids have loved learning about the Mayflower, Pilgrims, Indians, the first Thanksgiving, etc. etc. We worked on Thanksgiving Lapbooks. Most of the materials we used to make those we got from &lt;a href="http://www.1plus1plus1equals1.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.1plus1plus1equals1.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; I know that I've mentioned it a lot on my blog, but it really is such a fabulous place to go for great activities for you kids to do and activities to do as a family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SwXzfOjU05I/AAAAAAAAA7s/hnHPtqc8SjU/s1600/IMG_9924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405994645535904658" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SwXzfOjU05I/AAAAAAAAA7s/hnHPtqc8SjU/s200/IMG_9924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SwXzgEumHbI/AAAAAAAAA8E/yuFAMG404wQ/s1600/IMG_9931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405994660078689714" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SwXzgEumHbI/AAAAAAAAA8E/yuFAMG404wQ/s200/IMG_9931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These photos were taking while the kids were pretending to be the Mayflower and Plymouth Rock.  They had a great time doing it.  Although Molly couldn't stand Max not finding her (Plymouth Rock) that she got up and led him back there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SwXzf21-SOI/AAAAAAAAA78/MZ7L9E_9cZQ/s1600/IMG_9929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405994656351537378" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SwXzf21-SOI/AAAAAAAAA78/MZ7L9E_9cZQ/s200/IMG_9929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SwXzfp2mNkI/AAAAAAAAA70/0Pvo20Robq0/s1600/IMG_9926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405994652864493122" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SwXzfp2mNkI/AAAAAAAAA70/0Pvo20Robq0/s200/IMG_9926.JPG" border="0" /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-3525404632625050615?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/3525404632625050615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=3525404632625050615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/3525404632625050615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/3525404632625050615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-in-weekis-it-possible.html' title='Thanksgiving in a week...is it possible?!?'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SwXx6OlB2MI/AAAAAAAAA7k/UzspLd--2To/s72-c/IMG_9906.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-6268198947468680103</id><published>2009-11-08T22:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:58:23.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise the King...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Praise Him in the morning for tall and lofty trees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and praise Him in the evening for children on their knees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh and praise Him in the noonday for gentle birds that sing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, praise Him all ye people, Praise the King&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Praise Him for the peaceful porch and rocking chairs that swing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and praise Him for the rolling hills where children laugh and play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh and praise Him for the wandering soul that never lost their way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh praise Him all ye people, Praise the King.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Praise the King, Praise the King&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let it ring, Praise the King&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Praise the King, Praise the King&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let it ring, Praise the King&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And praise Him for the blood that fell and bloomed a rose that day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And praise Him that He suffered through the guilt, the grief, the shame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh and praise Him that His tender love will still forgive today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh praise Him all ye people, praise the King.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Praise the King, Praise the King&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let it ring, Praise the King&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Praise the King, Praise the King&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let it ring, Praise the King&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Praise the King, oh, Praise the King&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let it ring, Praise the King&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Praise the King, Praise the King&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let it ring, Praise the King&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a song by Travis Cottrell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is the worship leader for Beth Moore and he is fantastic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I absolutely LOVE this song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I felt a bit like the wandering soul that he speaks of in the song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So blessed that my King doesn't let me wander too far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-6268198947468680103?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/6268198947468680103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=6268198947468680103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/6268198947468680103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/6268198947468680103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/11/praise-king.html' title='Praise the King...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-4420659835846488411</id><published>2009-11-07T20:49:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:21:48.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little Halloween...</title><content type='html'>We had some fun this Halloween. &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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found a few new ideas this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One &lt;a href="http://1plus1plus1equals1.blogspot.com/2009/10/raising-rock-stars-halloween.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; making Christian pumpkins from &lt;a href="http://1plus1plus1equals1.blogspot.com/"&gt;1+1+1=1&lt;/a&gt;. It is a FABULOUS blog if you haven't checked it out yet. It also has links to her other blogs which I am just as crazy about too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here the kids are making theirs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SvYla3SvhII/AAAAAAAAA48/LR4Quz7YMwY/s1600-h/IMG_9749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401545946526876802" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SvYla3SvhII/AAAAAAAAA48/LR4Quz7YMwY/s200/IMG_9749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SvYlb4u16VI/AAAAAAAAA5U/vYBWaoJSKow/s1600-h/IMG_9753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401545964093040978" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SvYlb4u16VI/AAAAAAAAA5U/vYBWaoJSKow/s200/IMG_9753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SvYlbQK_fKI/AAAAAAAAA5E/QLOveQH99mw/s1600-h/IMG_9750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401545953205255330" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SvYlbQK_fKI/AAAAAAAAA5E/QLOveQH99mw/s200/IMG_9750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SvYlcLvkVQI/AAAAAAAAA5c/aNg_TGVJLP8/s1600-h/IMG_9755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401545969196356866" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SvYlcLvkVQI/AAAAAAAAA5c/aNg_TGVJLP8/s200/IMG_9755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SvYlbi5TWsI/AAAAAAAAA5M/qORUfluZHvc/s1600-h/IMG_9751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401545958231333570" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SvYlbi5TWsI/AAAAAAAAA5M/qORUfluZHvc/s200/IMG_9751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SvYmt3pAWmI/AAAAAAAAA5k/VR446TlZOAI/s1600-h/IMG_9757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401547372549397090" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SvYmt3pAWmI/AAAAAAAAA5k/VR446TlZOAI/s200/IMG_9757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SvYmufCvW0I/AAAAAAAAA50/6y_llrIQpkU/s1600-h/IMG_9761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401547383126317890" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SvYmufCvW0I/AAAAAAAAA50/6y_llrIQpkU/s200/IMG_9761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SvYmuAwRd9I/AAAAAAAAA5s/AIo1zrzjBPU/s1600-h/IMG_9759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401547374995797970" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SvYmuAwRd9I/AAAAAAAAA5s/AIo1zrzjBPU/s200/IMG_9759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have also been working on a Thanksgiving lapbook. The majority of the ideas came from her website. You can find it &lt;a href="http://1plus1plus1equals1.blogspot.com/search/label/Thanksgiving"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. We have been working on them this week and will continue to do so the next couple of weeks. Updates to follow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We headed to Knoxville Zoo for Boo at the Zoo the weekend before Halloween. We had a great time. I always seem to get a bit on edge when we go to things like that. I think mostly because of the number of people, the greater potential for losing one of my kiddos within all of those people AND because the kids are never interested in posing nicely for their momma with the camera. I LOVE PICTURES and when the 3 of them do cooperate it revs me up a bit. Just ask the husband. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SvYoHZR6YYI/AAAAAAAAA6U/MkhWncGn0X8/s1600-h/IMG_9769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401548910587699586" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SvYoHZR6YYI/AAAAAAAAA6U/MkhWncGn0X8/s200/IMG_9769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SvYoHu-zu6I/AAAAAAAAA6c/G-tuk1tiBk4/s1600-h/IMG_9772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401548916413152162" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SvYoHu-zu6I/AAAAAAAAA6c/G-tuk1tiBk4/s200/IMG_9772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SvYoIGANPGI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9PxLD4-MPo0/s1600-h/IMG_9774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401548922593033314" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SvYoIGANPGI/AAAAAAAAA6k/9PxLD4-MPo0/s200/IMG_9774.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SvYouAqkYUI/AAAAAAAAA60/9Aa0LpXqOqY/s1600-h/IMG_9802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401549573995127106" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SvYouAqkYUI/AAAAAAAAA60/9Aa0LpXqOqY/s200/IMG_9802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SvYoISNpc_I/AAAAAAAAA6s/JhWsTBkPIyA/s1600-h/IMG_9794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401548925870633970" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SvYoISNpc_I/AAAAAAAAA6s/JhWsTBkPIyA/s200/IMG_9794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SvYouXiqqlI/AAAAAAAAA68/yUYzo0_QyI8/s1600-h/IMG_9804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401549580136000082" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SvYouXiqqlI/AAAAAAAAA68/yUYzo0_QyI8/s200/IMG_9804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before heading to the zoo though, I made these bags for the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SvYmvI1JBzI/AAAAAAAAA6E/1Kec6O3BSfg/s1600-h/IMG_9766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401547394343569202" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SvYmvI1JBzI/AAAAAAAAA6E/1Kec6O3BSfg/s200/IMG_9766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SvYmusIyGRI/AAAAAAAAA58/oRIChl6MqCU/s1600-h/IMG_9765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401547386641324306" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SvYmusIyGRI/AAAAAAAAA58/oRIChl6MqCU/s200/IMG_9765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SvYoHOAARQI/AAAAAAAAA6M/hydc4MOAQ-A/s1600-h/IMG_9767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401548907559798018" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SvYoHOAARQI/AAAAAAAAA6M/hydc4MOAQ-A/s200/IMG_9767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm not sure why this wouldn't rotate...had to put it in here anyhow because Molly was very concerned that Maggie only had one picture on her bag.  I wanted to get this year's photos ironed on, but haven't yet....Molly seemed better knowing that soon she'll have 2 photos.)&lt;br /&gt;I found this idea in the October 2009 issue of Family Fun magazine. It's a great magazine filled with tons of ideas every month. It's a magazine that you can store away and use it for &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;ideas the next year. It's considerably cheap, too. I think you can get it for 10 bucks right now for a 12 month subscription. Every once in awhile you can find it for half that on-line. I suppose you could google it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also spent some time reading The Pumpkin Patch Parable and making coloring books based on the inspiring story.  You can find those coloring pages, &lt;a href="http://1plus1plus1equals1.blogspot.com/2009/10/raising-rock-stars-pumpkin-patch.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, again at &lt;a href="http://www.1plus1plus1equals1.blogspot.com/"&gt;1+1+1=1&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have really been looking forward to talking and teaching (and in turn, learning myself) about Thanksgiving.  We have been having a great time this week.  So many great activities to do out there...it's hard to fit them all in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy November all!!!&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/3811083285376754433-4420659835846488411?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/4420659835846488411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=4420659835846488411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/4420659835846488411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/4420659835846488411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-halloween.html' title='A little Halloween...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SvYla3SvhII/AAAAAAAAA48/LR4Quz7YMwY/s72-c/IMG_9749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-651702286680165816</id><published>2009-10-28T22:03:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T00:51:18.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuing my catch-up in October...</title><content type='html'>Can it really be possible for November to be only 3 days away?!?!&lt;br /&gt;I suppose spending half of the month away can make it fly by.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a look back at most of October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukVQWpGveI/AAAAAAAAA2E/shv6wnnKVbs/s1600-h/IMG_9397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397868999080328674" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukVQWpGveI/AAAAAAAAA2E/shv6wnnKVbs/s200/IMG_9397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukVQut0StI/AAAAAAAAA2M/4eOmTT2OD-s/s1600-h/IMG_9398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397869005542542034" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukVQut0StI/AAAAAAAAA2M/4eOmTT2OD-s/s200/IMG_9398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A visit to Blake's.  Oh I miss that place...the donuts mostly.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukVQ7uN8nI/AAAAAAAAA2U/WT3IekfTz4c/s1600-h/IMG_9415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397869009033884274" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukVQ7uN8nI/AAAAAAAAA2U/WT3IekfTz4c/s200/IMG_9415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukVRNabO6I/AAAAAAAAA2c/jfyqJdxVxXE/s1600-h/IMG_9445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397869013782707106" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukVRNabO6I/AAAAAAAAA2c/jfyqJdxVxXE/s200/IMG_9445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Hanging out with cousins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukVRqxzz6I/AAAAAAAAA2k/nH3D2IOdMvs/s1600-h/IMG_9464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397869021665415074" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukVRqxzz6I/AAAAAAAAA2k/nH3D2IOdMvs/s200/IMG_9464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukbAXgjmFI/AAAAAAAAA4s/yCVJ2TX3aHw/s1600-h/IMG_9745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397875321504766034" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukbAXgjmFI/AAAAAAAAA4s/yCVJ2TX3aHw/s200/IMG_9745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukbAiMCvPI/AAAAAAAAA40/MoXKO68rKJ0/s1600-h/IMG_9747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397875324371516658" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukbAiMCvPI/AAAAAAAAA40/MoXKO68rKJ0/s200/IMG_9747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rehearsing for a very special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukWorS-xxI/AAAAAAAAA20/GPjo1R4dFTk/s1600-h/IMG_9494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397870516453164818" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukWorS-xxI/AAAAAAAAA20/GPjo1R4dFTk/s200/IMG_9494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukWo_pd9tI/AAAAAAAAA28/b5IYsL8XlpE/s1600-h/IMG_9507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397870521916192466" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukWo_pd9tI/AAAAAAAAA28/b5IYsL8XlpE/s200/IMG_9507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukWoU2ICjI/AAAAAAAAA2s/BVjIyuh3Ko4/s1600-h/IMG_9501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397870510426556978" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukWoU2ICjI/AAAAAAAAA2s/BVjIyuh3Ko4/s200/IMG_9501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A special cake just for Max from Dru. I will treasure this face all the days of my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukWpFTR8jI/AAAAAAAAA3E/3u8b8bLNoRc/s1600-h/IMG_9524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397870523433742898" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukWpFTR8jI/AAAAAAAAA3E/3u8b8bLNoRc/s200/IMG_9524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukWpipR5PI/AAAAAAAAA3M/z4x_B87G9qU/s1600-h/IMG_9531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397870531310642418" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukWpipR5PI/AAAAAAAAA3M/z4x_B87G9qU/s200/IMG_9531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukX8oq9ZiI/AAAAAAAAA3U/VOCnmbYHXMw/s1600-h/IMG_9560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397871958857442850" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukX8oq9ZiI/AAAAAAAAA3U/VOCnmbYHXMw/s200/IMG_9560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukX9DNuFVI/AAAAAAAAA3c/2squPaleIfE/s1600-h/IMG_9558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397871965982561618" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukX9DNuFVI/AAAAAAAAA3c/2squPaleIfE/s200/IMG_9558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukX9hf9pqI/AAAAAAAAA3k/sbjJKs7KDfk/s1600-h/IMG_9602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397871974112143010" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukX9hf9pqI/AAAAAAAAA3k/sbjJKs7KDfk/s200/IMG_9602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukX94dxbWI/AAAAAAAAA3s/UAKb9lDbqnM/s1600-h/IMG_9644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397871980276968802" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukX94dxbWI/AAAAAAAAA3s/UAKb9lDbqnM/s200/IMG_9644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukX-alTW5I/AAAAAAAAA30/f4eZiVisibk/s1600-h/IMG_9673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397871989435358098" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukX-alTW5I/AAAAAAAAA30/f4eZiVisibk/s200/IMG_9673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time spent at a blessed wedding. It was such an honor to be a part of this couple's start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukZ_aS0-WI/AAAAAAAAA38/m2GHGoabYFk/s1600-h/IMG_9703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397874205560994146" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukZ_aS0-WI/AAAAAAAAA38/m2GHGoabYFk/s200/IMG_9703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukZ_3JT9QI/AAAAAAAAA4E/wsBobO5B0qo/s1600-h/IMG_9704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397874213305709826" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukZ_3JT9QI/AAAAAAAAA4E/wsBobO5B0qo/s200/IMG_9704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukaAAQnXWI/AAAAAAAAA4M/jzWPcwWULZA/s1600-h/IMG_9710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397874215752260962" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukaAAQnXWI/AAAAAAAAA4M/jzWPcwWULZA/s200/IMG_9710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukaAfs9bxI/AAAAAAAAA4U/NccgQttvn7Y/s1600-h/IMG_9711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397874224192646930" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukaAfs9bxI/AAAAAAAAA4U/NccgQttvn7Y/s200/IMG_9711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukZ_3JT9QI/AAAAAAAAA4E/wsBobO5B0qo/s1600-h/IMG_9704.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukaAp5Q86I/AAAAAAAAA4c/Kj6ma2BXXUA/s1600-h/IMG_9717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397874226928612258" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukaAp5Q86I/AAAAAAAAA4c/Kj6ma2BXXUA/s200/IMG_9717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Relaxin' and having fun on the remainder of our trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukaAfs9bxI/AAAAAAAAA4U/NccgQttvn7Y/s1600-h/IMG_9711.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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/3811083285376754433-651702286680165816?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/651702286680165816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=651702286680165816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/651702286680165816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/651702286680165816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/10/continuing-my-catch-up-in-october.html' title='Continuing my catch-up in October...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SukVQWpGveI/AAAAAAAAA2E/shv6wnnKVbs/s72-c/IMG_9397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-367010465715989983</id><published>2009-10-27T01:23:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:03:10.585-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing catch-up and wondering....</title><content type='html'>My word...how many times do I vow to stay on top of this blogging and those vows vanish in a day or two.&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;I am left here wondering how in the world some of these amazing moms stay on top of 2, 3, 4 blogs! What am I doing wrong?!? I can't write more than a few posts, if that, a month for one blog! Geez!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, here is a bit of catch-up for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homeschooling is going better than I ever thought it would. There is just so much out there and sometimes I forget that my kiddos are preschooler/kindergarten age. I do have some time to feed it all to them. They began co-op and LOVE it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The end of September was filled with preparing for our long trip to Michigan and visiting with my in-laws. It was a great weekend and a great visit. The kids LOVE it when their grandparents come to visit. We are so blessed that they are all a big part of each one of their lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Suj02UmlpbI/AAAAAAAAA00/atDb_FnarSM/s1600-h/IMG_9260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397833367484212658" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Suj02UmlpbI/AAAAAAAAA00/atDb_FnarSM/s200/IMG_9260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Suj03MCVlwI/AAAAAAAAA1E/a6PQ_Y8nkmw/s1600-h/IMG_9266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397833382364550914" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Suj03MCVlwI/AAAAAAAAA1E/a6PQ_Y8nkmw/s200/IMG_9266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Suj021vspkI/AAAAAAAAA08/oudetxJkptI/s1600-h/IMG_9262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397833376380790338" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Suj021vspkI/AAAAAAAAA08/oudetxJkptI/s200/IMG_9262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We really do live in a beautiful part of the country. God's work in the fall is nothing short of amazing. We are hoping to get back there before all of the gorgeous fall colors we are having this year disappear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Max celebrated his 5th birthday in September. Five. Oh my. All of a sudden he has grown up and has become this little man. Yes, he still taunts his sister, but that aside he did a little growing when I blinked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Suj03ckQOVI/AAAAAAAAA1M/MkI8TCsr4Gw/s1600-h/IMG_9307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397833386801772882" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Suj03ckQOVI/AAAAAAAAA1M/MkI8TCsr4Gw/s200/IMG_9307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Suj03r-XrjI/AAAAAAAAA1U/uxqDhVX_htM/s1600-h/IMG_9319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397833390937845298" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Suj03r-XrjI/AAAAAAAAA1U/uxqDhVX_htM/s200/IMG_9319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Suj2Fk5fs3I/AAAAAAAAA1c/JJpQHIc4bkk/s1600-h/IMG_9322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397834729068147570" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Suj2Fk5fs3I/AAAAAAAAA1c/JJpQHIc4bkk/s200/IMG_9322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Suj2F2whdjI/AAAAAAAAA1k/GLOj48-uZG0/s1600-h/IMG_9338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397834733862352434" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Suj2F2whdjI/AAAAAAAAA1k/GLOj48-uZG0/s200/IMG_9338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly began her new gymnastics class. She loves it and can't wait to begin ballet. I think that's why she spends much of her time dancing around the room wishing she was four. (That's how old she has to be to begin ballet. That's ok with me.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Suj2GpbX8NI/AAAAAAAAA10/JtwjiDIYoNU/s1600-h/IMG_9383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397834747463856338" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Suj2GpbX8NI/AAAAAAAAA10/JtwjiDIYoNU/s200/IMG_9383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maggie is growing, growing, growing. I am not sure where the last year has gone. How can she be so close to a year and a half. I broke down in tears not too long ago when I packed away a bunch of baby clothes.  I love all the new discoveries and stages, but why can't I remember what the past held? Their baby stage.  It is such a fleeing moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Suj2GygPviI/AAAAAAAAA18/-U-gPWxoMZU/s1600-h/IMG_9390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397834749900209698" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Suj2GygPviI/AAAAAAAAA18/-U-gPWxoMZU/s200/IMG_9390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Suj2GGQEPfI/AAAAAAAAA1s/1N_hNdBpKqU/s1600-h/IMG_9369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397834738021187058" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Suj2GGQEPfI/AAAAAAAAA1s/1N_hNdBpKqU/s200/IMG_9369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-367010465715989983?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/367010465715989983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=367010465715989983' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/367010465715989983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/367010465715989983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/10/playing-catch-up-and-wondering.html' title='Playing catch-up and wondering....'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Suj02UmlpbI/AAAAAAAAA00/atDb_FnarSM/s72-c/IMG_9260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-2894324644562542382</id><published>2009-09-15T23:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T23:48:49.119-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates &amp; Little Stories...</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it, but we are finishing up our 6th week of homeschooling.  The kids are really enjoying it and I am a bit surprised at how much I am enjoying it as well.  Honestly, I am a little shocked at how my sanity still seems to be intact. &lt;br /&gt;We began August 3rd and are rolling around to our fall break here in a few weeks. &lt;br /&gt;The kids are amazing in the memorization work.  Their bible verses seem to stick into their hungry brains immediately and stay there.  They are actually memorizing each other's verses along with theirs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max is doing fantastic in reading.  I love sitting with him while he reads through his 8 page readers.  Sometimes I look at him and he is 4 months old and hanging out with his momma on our bed in our bungalow. &lt;br /&gt;He will be 5 in 6 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly sometimes tells me that she pretends I am wearing teacher clothes. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know where that came from.  She says it with such a cute smile on her face that I can't help but give her a giant hug when she says that. &lt;br /&gt;One day in one of our first weeks of school we were in the dark bathroom with a flashlight talking about how God made everything.  Light, grass, animals, the sky, the seas, etc. etc.  I asked her who made momma?  Max said, "God!" &lt;br /&gt;Molly then replied, "no, Nana made momma!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie will be 15 months in 5 days.  She is quite something.  Not walking, but wants to and certainly doesn't let that fact slow her down.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight the kids had on a Tom &amp;amp; Jerry video.  All of a sudden Jerry throws a pie at Tom and it hits him in the side of his face.  Maggie just starts giggling.  One of those laugh from the belly sort of giggles. &lt;br /&gt;Music to my ears!&lt;br /&gt;God's music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month from Thursday is our 7 year wedding anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;How.Blessed.Am.I????&lt;br /&gt;My Man. What a gift!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for all you've blessed me with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have begun an online bible study.  Check out details at &lt;a href="http://www.audreycaroline.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.audreycaroline.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The book is &lt;u&gt;Crazy Love&lt;/u&gt;. Check it out at &lt;a href="http://www.crazylovebook.com/"&gt;www.crazylovebook.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-2894324644562542382?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/2894324644562542382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=2894324644562542382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/2894324644562542382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/2894324644562542382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/09/updates-little-stories.html' title='Updates &amp; Little Stories...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-4358415409199363317</id><published>2009-08-16T23:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T23:15:15.644-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Go here for your chance to win...</title><content type='html'>Now, of course, you'll have to read this post within the next hour in order to enter the contest to win one of these brand new &lt;a href="http://shiningdawnbooks.com/"&gt;NaturExplorers&lt;/a&gt; studies.  Click &lt;a href="http://shiningdawnbooks.com/2009/08/09/new-units-and-new-pricing/comment-page-2/#comment-188"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to check out the 3 newest studies from them.  You will also find their other 12 studies in the right hand column.  We have &lt;a href="http://shiningdawnbooks.com/available-units/hard-as-a-rock/"&gt;Hard as a Rock&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://shiningdawnbooks.com/available-units/animal-signs/"&gt;Animal Signs&lt;/a&gt;.  Our kids love putting on their backpacks, grabbing their waterbottles and taking off for about an hour on a hike. &lt;br /&gt;You can really see the hard work, time and effort these women put into these studies.  It truly is worth every penny.  Sometimes I forget just how beautiful God's world is and everything that He put in it for us.  They have done such a careful job of reminding us of it all.&lt;br /&gt;Even if you don't read this within the next hour or so and miss the contest deadline, be sure to go and take a look at the website.  The studies are inexpensive and the kids and you both will love them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-4358415409199363317?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/4358415409199363317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=4358415409199363317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/4358415409199363317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/4358415409199363317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/08/go-here-for-your-chance-to-win.html' title='Go here for your chance to win...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-4794763597171470048</id><published>2009-08-11T00:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T01:22:44.932-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What encourages me...</title><content type='html'>Writers from a few of the blogs that I keep up with are a part of a new site launched just today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.incourage.me/"&gt;www.incourage.me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Check out the new button in the margin).&lt;br /&gt;Checking out this site was quite the treat.  I can't wait to have a little more free (quiet) time to dive further into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED encouragement daily.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn't. I wish I were just that positive and optimistic without giving it a second thought.  And honestly, most days the places from which I gather that encouragement takes a backseat to everything else going on in our home.&lt;br /&gt;It should be the very first thing I do EACH and EVERY MORNING.&lt;br /&gt;Some days, I do.&lt;br /&gt;Some days, I am up before everyone else sitting at the kitchen table or the back porch with my hot cocoa, bible, prayer notebook and pen in hand. &lt;br /&gt;Some days, I am not. &lt;br /&gt;You can probably guess the better days in our home. &lt;br /&gt;You got it.&lt;br /&gt;The days where I open up my day thanking my Father for everything He has blessed me with, begging Him to be with me and my family everyday and praying for Him to watch over all who need Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what encourages me?&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, The Word.&lt;br /&gt;Second to that, my husband.  God made him just for me.  He made him to love me as Jesus loved the church.  Encouraging!!!&lt;br /&gt;Those women out there who love Jesus and blog about it daily.&lt;br /&gt;Other moms who know exactly what you are going through.  You could call them up crying and you don't have to say a word.  (Those would be my 2 sisters)&lt;br /&gt;And my newest encouragement?  Those fantastic homeschooling websites out there.  What an encouragement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my list of links:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/"&gt;www.biblegateway.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/"&gt;www.aholyexperience.com&lt;/a&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/2009/06/conversation-how-can-i-be-better-wife.html"&gt;http://www.aholyexperience.com/2009/06/conversation-how-can-i-be-better-wife.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/2008/09/place-for-everything.html"&gt;http://www.aholyexperience.com/2008/09/place-for-everything.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.likeawarmcupofcoffee.com/"&gt;www.likeawarmcupofcoffee.com&lt;/a&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;a href="http://www.likeawarmcupofcoffee.com/home/?p=904"&gt;http://www.likeawarmcupofcoffee.com/home/?p=904&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livingproofministries.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.livingproofministries.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.homeschoolcreations.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.homeschoolcreations.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.1plus1plus1equals1.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.1plus1plus1equals1.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ourlifestyleoflearning.com/"&gt;www.ourlifestyleoflearning.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-4794763597171470048?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/4794763597171470048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=4794763597171470048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/4794763597171470048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/4794763597171470048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-encourages-me.html' title='What encourages me...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-1681739999419861294</id><published>2009-08-05T00:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T00:18:48.331-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My 100th post...</title><content type='html'>I suppose that there should be more to my 100th post, but with preparing for homeschooling I just haven't had too much leftover time to be creative with the blog. &lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to drop a few little stories here before I forgot them.  I can't believe I have been so lax in blogging about our camping trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow....&lt;br /&gt;We finally made it back to church this past Sunday.  Once we were in the car I asked the kids how their Sunday School was.  Molly said it was good and then she talked about her little friend.  When we got home I asked her about her bible story worksheet.  She pointed at it and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Jesus had 12 disciples.  That's a lot of helpers!"&lt;br /&gt;Love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Max and I were working on his phonics and Molly was nearby working on coloring by number.  Max was going through his review pages....ran, tan, fan, Jan....He got to Jan and I said,&lt;br /&gt;"That's Nana's name. Did you know that buddy?"  Before he could answer Molly turns her body, puts her hands on her hips, and replies with,&lt;br /&gt;"Momma, Nana calls her daddy Jim and I don't like it.  She should call him Papa."&lt;br /&gt;Oh when she is cute she is right on.  It's when she isn't that I am concerned about my mental health!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-1681739999419861294?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/1681739999419861294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=1681739999419861294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/1681739999419861294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/1681739999419861294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-100th-post.html' title='My 100th post...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-6268636178377913548</id><published>2009-07-18T21:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T21:31:32.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting back on track....</title><content type='html'>Exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;We traveled 5 out of 8 days that we were on vacation. &lt;br /&gt;Friday...drove 7.5 hours north to MI.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday...I wouldn't have counted this as a travel day until we got stuck in traffic for 3.5 hours.  Yes, it took us 45 minutes to get to my in-laws.  It took us 3.5 hours to get back to my sisters.  We pulled into her driveway at one a.m.   In between travel though, we had a great day.  The kids LOVED fishing with their daddy, uncle and grandpa.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday...we enjoyed some time with my family and a few friends we haven't seen in some time.&lt;br /&gt;Monday....we were off to west Michigan.  The 4 additional hours was worth it. Beautiful!  I love Lake Michigan.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday....4 more hours back to the other side of Michigan.&lt;br /&gt;Friday....7.5 hours back to KY.&lt;br /&gt;What a great vacation we had.  My thoughts and memories to come soon.&lt;br /&gt;We ended up leaving Thursday night b/c the rain and cold was heading in on Friday. &lt;br /&gt;If you camp, especially tent camp, I do NOT recommend packing up camp in the rain. We did that a few years back.  It wasn't pleasant.  We got some great pics of Max &amp;amp; Joshua playing in the rain, but the rest of it was not fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Molly and I spent most of the afternoon grocery shopping.  We went to 5 different places and enjoyed a girls lunch at Subway.  Today while we were down the frozen foods aisle a gentleman pushed his cart by us and smiled at Molly.  A few seconds later (hopefully enough seconds later) Molly says to me,&lt;br /&gt;"Momma, that guy doesn't have any hair on top of his head!"&lt;br /&gt;Oh goodness.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't turn. Or maybe I turned first so he didn't see my red face. &lt;br /&gt;Out of the mouths of babes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to do a few more things before sleep takes over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-6268636178377913548?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/6268636178377913548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=6268636178377913548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/6268636178377913548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/6268636178377913548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/07/getting-back-on-track.html' title='Getting back on track....'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-6140586689969243755</id><published>2009-07-02T20:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T20:53:27.361-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit of catching up....</title><content type='html'>This little girl had her 12 month check up yesterday. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sk1Q2rfHTUI/AAAAAAAAAzo/6X7RjCX3et4/s1600-h/IMG_8460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354024432329772354" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sk1Q2rfHTUI/AAAAAAAAAzo/6X7RjCX3et4/s200/IMG_8460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is doing great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is 31 inches and 19 pounds 6 ounces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really can't believe she is as big as she is. It seems like just yesterday and a million years ago that she was born. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sniff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The oldest two were sooooo well behaved during the appointment. I was very proud of them. I told them before we went in that momma was going to have to talk with the doctor and that while the doctor was checking over Maggie and I was talking with her that they were to just look at their books, color if they wanted, just &lt;u&gt;no&lt;/u&gt; interrupting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Again....so proud of them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was only one teeny tiny interruption and he said excuse me and whispered.  His request was so funny that there was no way I was getting upset.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the doctor went to check Maggie's ears, eyes, &amp;amp; throat I took the opportunity to throw away some get away cheerios.  I crossed the room and threw them away.  Max saw his chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Momma, Momma, excuse me."  He whispered.  After that all I heard him whisper was something about video game and mario kart.  All I was thinking was, "please don't start talking about all of mario kart you've been playing this summer with all of the rain (trying to justify it) in front of the pediatrician".  I gave him a sweet smile and told him I'd take care of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The doctor finished up her exam and said her good-byes and see you next time.  She was gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Max looks at me with that look of confusion of "why didn't my mom do what I told her to do?"  He says in absolute seriousness, "Momma, you didn't tell Maggie's doctor about how she always goes after the video game when me and daddy are playing and what she's gonna do about it".  I couldn't help but get a huge smile on my face.  Always so concerned about his baby sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day Maggie kept going after his game.  No matter what he did, what toy or book he brought to her all she wanted was that game.  He looked at me and said, "Momma, I don't want a baby anymore".  Five minutes later he was laying next to her reading.  Oh my boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a nice and relaxing week.  Well, almost.  Tuesday we got a ticket in the mail from a city in Tennessee.  I won't go into detail because I think my head almost exploded on Tuesday when this all happened.  Long and short of it....on Father's Day we went the scenic route down to Tennessee.  We had a great weekend.  We celebrated Maggie's birthday and Father's Day....see post below....fast forward 9 days....I go and get the mail.  As a SAHM one of the highlights of my day is the mail.  I see an envelope with the return address "Photo Enforcement blah blah blah".  I know what it is right away but know that if it is I will be furious.  Well, it was and I was.  Just ask my sister. I'm sure I blew her eardrum with the way that I was venting to her about all of this.  We got a ticket from a camera. Then they mailed it to us 9 days later.  Please. I realize that we were probably speeding.  However, what if we weren't?  What stops them from tweeking their computers just a tad so that they can set up their camera, no human needed, to get more money?  Oh...so furious.  I hope that they enjoy their 50 bucks....it'll be the only 50 bucks that town ever sees from us.  It was creepy getting a piece of mail where your license plate is zoomed in and then it lists the web address where you can actually watch it.  Weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I wouldn't have been upset one iota if a REAL cop had pulled us over in an ACTUAL cop car with lights and all...if in fact we were speeding.  Ugh!!! See, I'm getting upset all over again.  Gotta move on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on...it was an absolute gorgeous week.  It was sunny, breezy, no humidity, pleasant, no rain. We spent some much needed time outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sk1Q35FiQAI/AAAAAAAAA0A/37S-d5rtBh4/s1600-h/IMG_8453-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354024453160452098" style="WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sk1Q35FiQAI/AAAAAAAAA0A/37S-d5rtBh4/s200/IMG_8453-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sk1Q4AsTodI/AAAAAAAAA0I/AGIl0bSCS4w/s1600-h/IMG_8452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354024455202120146" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sk1Q4AsTodI/AAAAAAAAA0I/AGIl0bSCS4w/s200/IMG_8452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My other find the last week and a half or so was school desks.  As soon as we decided to homeschool, I wanted to find desks for the kids.  Craigslist had them listed of course so the emails began.  I finally ended up scheduling a pick up of two desks and two chairs with a woman about an hour north of here for tonight.  Today the kids and I went out with their 6 quarters in hand to search out garage sales.  At the first one, Molly found a nice princess game.  Max didn't find a thing so we went searching for garage sale #2.  They ended up each picking out a desk and saving their momma 4 bucks and an hour long car ride (although I was looking a little forward to the long car ride with just my music turned up just a tad too loud :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sk1Q3C857bI/AAAAAAAAAzw/s0PnfAb45G4/s1600-h/IMG_8457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354024438628740530" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sk1Q3C857bI/AAAAAAAAAzw/s0PnfAb45G4/s200/IMG_8457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sk1Q3gpvJbI/AAAAAAAAAz4/YeZ_lKPUs1o/s1600-h/IMG_8459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354024446601405874" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sk1Q3gpvJbI/AAAAAAAAAz4/YeZ_lKPUs1o/s200/IMG_8459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Max sat proudly in his and asked if school could begin now.  I told him we could do a few things of course, but that we were going to go on vacation first.  He agreed that was an okay idea.  So we go their new desks in the car and we headed for home.  They helped me clean their desks.  Then Molly leaned a little too far on hers and it toppled.  I figure the earlier they do that the sooner they'll learn not to lean on their desks.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOPE YOU ALL HAVE A WONDERFUL &amp;amp; HAPPY 4TH OF JULY!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-6140586689969243755?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/6140586689969243755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=6140586689969243755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/6140586689969243755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/6140586689969243755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/07/bit-of-catching-up.html' title='A bit of catching up....'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sk1Q2rfHTUI/AAAAAAAAAzo/6X7RjCX3et4/s72-c/IMG_8460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-3408569955522240589</id><published>2009-06-22T13:56:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:24:32.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two bargin items &amp; more importantly....Father's Day</title><content type='html'>We had a FANTASTIC weekend!&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;First, on Saturday we celebrated Maggie's first birthday. Again, something so hard to believe...another year gone by. I spent the morning getting some things for her birthday...mostly waiting for Walmart to finish her PETITE cake....they called me at 6:30 a.m. b/c the woman who took my order failed to put any details on the order sheet other than the price. This cake is all of about 4 inches high....over 6 hours later I got the cake. They told me at 11:20 a.m. that it wasn't quite finished yet. At 10 to noon they told me they were just starting it...I got it 12:35. I was no longer quite sure why they called me at 6:30 a.m. acting like they had to know &lt;em&gt;that second&lt;/em&gt; what the cake entailed. Anyhooo.....while going around getting a few things for the day's celebration I spotted a 'sale' at a local church. I pulled in and the woman told me a buck fifty for this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_HaVrLLrI/AAAAAAAAAxA/2U5vTLLW7wQ/s1600-h/IMG_8425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350214137648197298" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_HaVrLLrI/AAAAAAAAAxA/2U5vTLLW7wQ/s200/IMG_8425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_Haw0M2nI/AAAAAAAAAxI/jt7JQBGvBmM/s1600-h/IMG_8426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350214144933812850" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_Haw0M2nI/AAAAAAAAAxI/jt7JQBGvBmM/s200/IMG_8426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited. I also found a brand new, not even opened, dvd of Sleeping Beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent the afternoon grilling &amp;amp; eating (inside....way too hot out lately for anything outdoors unless there is a pool involved) &amp;amp; swimming. We headed to the "duck pool" that is finally open after a few repairs. The kids had a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_KW-cdqNI/AAAAAAAAAxY/tW-zQXO0FYA/s1600-h/IMG_8342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350217378407753938" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_KW-cdqNI/AAAAAAAAAxY/tW-zQXO0FYA/s200/IMG_8342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_KXfc-syI/AAAAAAAAAxg/dHZTpe7izfs/s1600-h/IMG_8281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350217387268289314" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_KXfc-syI/AAAAAAAAAxg/dHZTpe7izfs/s200/IMG_8281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_KWmtgS4I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/TfipKs6eDs8/s1600-h/IMG_8257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350217372036778882" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_KWmtgS4I/AAAAAAAAAxQ/TfipKs6eDs8/s200/IMG_8257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday, we headed to Pigeon Forge for some shopping &amp;amp; a Tennessee Smokies game. We took the scenic route down to TN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was gorgeous...we stopped off at a scenic point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_KXj4YnLI/AAAAAAAAAxo/c2XdzvdaxKM/s1600-h/IMG_8356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350217388456975538" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_KXj4YnLI/AAAAAAAAAxo/c2XdzvdaxKM/s200/IMG_8356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_M0a_fz5I/AAAAAAAAAx4/vs9R5YWNV-4/s1600-h/IMG_8352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350220083310350226" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_M0a_fz5I/AAAAAAAAAx4/vs9R5YWNV-4/s200/IMG_8352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_KX9qgSEI/AAAAAAAAAxw/jFRrW_tCoas/s1600-h/IMG_8357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350217395378079810" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_KX9qgSEI/AAAAAAAAAxw/jFRrW_tCoas/s200/IMG_8357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_M0kfcluI/AAAAAAAAAyA/tkRxVfqfNGE/s1600-h/IMG_8354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350220085860275938" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_M0kfcluI/AAAAAAAAAyA/tkRxVfqfNGE/s200/IMG_8354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did a little shopping and then headed to the ball game. We knew that there was a small chance that rain was coming. It was a beautiful drive down. Sun, no rain.  As soon as we made the left hand turn into the parking lot to shop....downpour.  Soaking wet just getting the kids out of the van.  It poured and then it cleared up.  Blue sky, pretty clouds.  We thought it had passed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got to the ball park around 3:30 or so.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_M1IAn5gI/AAAAAAAAAyI/1SWB410YypE/s1600-h/IMG_8358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350220095394670082" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_M1IAn5gI/AAAAAAAAAyI/1SWB410YypE/s200/IMG_8358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since it was Father's Day they were allowing kids and their dads down on the fields to play catch.  Wonderful!  So we get our tickets (love that Molly is still free in the eyes of the Tennessee Smokies), get in the ball park and find our way down to the field.  As soon as we step foot in the outfield it starts sprinkling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Max seems to mind a bit more than I thought he would.  He usually loves playing in the rain.  Not on Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_M1U36vpI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/wXcvImq73A4/s1600-h/IMG_8359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350220098847817362" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_M1U36vpI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/wXcvImq73A4/s200/IMG_8359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly seemed to just enjoy playing catch with her dad and didn't mind the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_M1mxl9EI/AAAAAAAAAyY/HgFQovcszPM/s1600-h/IMG_8360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350220103653127234" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_M1mxl9EI/AAAAAAAAAyY/HgFQovcszPM/s200/IMG_8360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were a little bummed though that after about 2 or 3 throws back and forth between Molly &amp;amp; her daddy the clouds decided to dump everything they had on top of this ball field.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_PVhcQktI/AAAAAAAAAyg/e_02NefYbWY/s1600-h/IMG_8361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350222851000537810" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_PVhcQktI/AAAAAAAAAyg/e_02NefYbWY/s200/IMG_8361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_PWL_O8AI/AAAAAAAAAyo/nrhNai7hHYQ/s1600-h/IMG_8362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350222862421520386" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_PWL_O8AI/AAAAAAAAAyo/nrhNai7hHYQ/s200/IMG_8362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We headed over to the cafe in park and had an early dinner.  The skies cleared and it was a great night for a ball game.  It started an hour late but the kids didn't mind. They kept busy with little games that they had set up for all of the little ones there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It ended up being a great Father's Day Night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_PWYnx1iI/AAAAAAAAAyw/S7HrleupIz0/s1600-h/IMG_8377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350222865812805154" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_PWYnx1iI/AAAAAAAAAyw/S7HrleupIz0/s200/IMG_8377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_PW4GuEPI/AAAAAAAAAy4/vzdVCKtZERY/s1600-h/IMG_8378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350222874264080626" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_PW4GuEPI/AAAAAAAAAy4/vzdVCKtZERY/s200/IMG_8378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_Qlih2GLI/AAAAAAAAAzY/Tf8VWC1b6j0/s1600-h/IMG_8393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350224225681938610" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_Qlih2GLI/AAAAAAAAAzY/Tf8VWC1b6j0/s200/IMG_8393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_PW4GuEPI/AAAAAAAAAy4/vzdVCKtZERY/s1600-h/IMG_8378.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_Ql7tTPII/AAAAAAAAAzg/mvVW4rsEoLE/s1600-h/IMG_8411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350224232440872066" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_Ql7tTPII/AAAAAAAAAzg/mvVW4rsEoLE/s200/IMG_8411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_Qlih2GLI/AAAAAAAAAzY/Tf8VWC1b6j0/s1600-h/IMG_8393.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_PXL3wPEI/AAAAAAAAAzA/WslxRy_7VGI/s1600-h/IMG_8390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350222879570017346" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_PXL3wPEI/AAAAAAAAAzA/WslxRy_7VGI/s200/IMG_8390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_Qk-dPwYI/AAAAAAAAAzI/GiZfsg9BJnk/s1600-h/IMG_8391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350224215998972290" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_Qk-dPwYI/AAAAAAAAAzI/GiZfsg9BJnk/s200/IMG_8391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_QlDTOHOI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ugoe4luAgiM/s1600-h/IMG_8392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350224217299098850" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_QlDTOHOI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ugoe4luAgiM/s200/IMG_8392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_PXL3wPEI/AAAAAAAAAzA/WslxRy_7VGI/s1600-h/IMG_8390.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How blessed we are to have Aaron in our family.  God is SO good!&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/3811083285376754433-3408569955522240589?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/3408569955522240589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=3408569955522240589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/3408569955522240589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/3408569955522240589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/06/two-bargin-items-more.html' title='Two bargin items &amp; more importantly....Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj_HaVrLLrI/AAAAAAAAAxA/2U5vTLLW7wQ/s72-c/IMG_8425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-1421822304248692161</id><published>2009-06-20T21:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T21:49:50.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 1ST BIRTHDAY MAGGIE GRACE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj2Rcfm_FzI/AAAAAAAAAw4/wiYHWEn7cQY/s1600-h/IMG_8268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349591851093399346" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj2Rcfm_FzI/AAAAAAAAAw4/wiYHWEn7cQY/s200/IMG_8268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj2PE4j-F6I/AAAAAAAAAww/njomY3Xp4nI/s1600-h/IMG_8337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349589246451521442" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj2PE4j-F6I/AAAAAAAAAww/njomY3Xp4nI/s200/IMG_8337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj2PEUUyf7I/AAAAAAAAAwo/k46-7VSF-Pk/s1600-h/IMG_8314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349589236724170674" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj2PEUUyf7I/AAAAAAAAAwo/k46-7VSF-Pk/s200/IMG_8314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj2PDo2GRNI/AAAAAAAAAwY/n7tfKKlpvCQ/s1600-h/IMG_8275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349589225052718290" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj2PDo2GRNI/AAAAAAAAAwY/n7tfKKlpvCQ/s200/IMG_8275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj2PEEm7E8I/AAAAAAAAAwg/ufswpPsLrKk/s1600-h/IMG_8278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349589232505263042" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj2PEEm7E8I/AAAAAAAAAwg/ufswpPsLrKk/s200/IMG_8278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj2LKq25WMI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/svpFE70BYrM/s1600-h/IMG_8289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349584947805509826" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj2LKq25WMI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/svpFE70BYrM/s200/IMG_8289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj2LJ4yuXSI/AAAAAAAAAwA/39h-ZtIbzfY/s1600-h/IMG_8261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349584934366240034" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj2LJ4yuXSI/AAAAAAAAAwA/39h-ZtIbzfY/s200/IMG_8261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj2LKOSnXmI/AAAAAAAAAwI/HDcWT-orSEg/s1600-h/IMG_8271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349584940137143906" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj2LKOSnXmI/AAAAAAAAAwI/HDcWT-orSEg/s200/IMG_8271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj2LJi7zA9I/AAAAAAAAAv4/FfR7lCh1748/s1600-h/IMG_8287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349584928498713554" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj2LJi7zA9I/AAAAAAAAAv4/FfR7lCh1748/s200/IMG_8287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj2LJLehSTI/AAAAAAAAAvw/sS2OGjpJ95M/s1600-h/IMG_8257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349584922201901362" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj2LJLehSTI/AAAAAAAAAvw/sS2OGjpJ95M/s200/IMG_8257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday Baby Girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We LOVE you!!!!&lt;br /&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/3811083285376754433-1421822304248692161?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/1421822304248692161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=1421822304248692161' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/1421822304248692161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/1421822304248692161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-1st-birthday-maggie-grace.html' title='HAPPY 1ST BIRTHDAY MAGGIE GRACE!!!'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sj2Rcfm_FzI/AAAAAAAAAw4/wiYHWEn7cQY/s72-c/IMG_8268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-1379085010526459642</id><published>2009-06-17T08:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T10:19:16.599-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet boxes...</title><content type='html'>I was sent this idea from my &lt;a href="http://momentsinthedaytoday.blogspot.com/"&gt;sister&lt;/a&gt;. She got this idea from &lt;a href="http://www.keeperofthehome.org/2009/03/quiet-time-bins.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. They are bins that they use for quiet time.  Max has not taken a nap for quite some time. When Molly was a baby and still taking a nap herself, Max would go in his room for quiet time.  Then we moved &amp;amp; away went Molly's nap &amp;amp; Max's quiet time.  Maggie came and with them all sharing one room and it being right next to ours her nap time took priority over everything.  So the kids ended up staying downstairs and playing.  Good-bye to quiet time. &lt;br /&gt;Now I really want quiet time back.  I think I am going to put the older two in our room for some quiet time with their new daily boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SjjocWD5GnI/AAAAAAAAAvg/anUxEazvtg0/s1600-h/IMG_8227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348280131158350450" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SjjocWD5GnI/AAAAAAAAAvg/anUxEazvtg0/s200/IMG_8227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SjjocmFd4CI/AAAAAAAAAvo/7ifCMXozIPA/s1600-h/IMG_8228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348280135459921954" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SjjocmFd4CI/AAAAAAAAAvo/7ifCMXozIPA/s200/IMG_8228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each one has crayons, paper, books, puzzles, and then a special activity to do.&lt;br /&gt;Such as:&lt;br /&gt;stamps/stamp pads&lt;br /&gt;foam sticker pieces with foam bookmarks, visors, doorknob hangers, etc.&lt;br /&gt;doll that you dress (shown above...has different clothing for her....all magnetic...love it!)&lt;br /&gt;dominos&lt;br /&gt;lacing pieces (ours are farm animals)&lt;br /&gt;beads &amp;amp; pipe cleaners (making bracelets &amp;amp; necklaces....swords, for Max)&lt;br /&gt;Noahs Ark game&lt;br /&gt;small coloring pads&lt;br /&gt;colored clothespins (for sorting, pattern making, counting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got most of this stuff at the Dollar Store of course.&lt;br /&gt;Oh...and I put our puzzles in zip loc bags.  I cut the picture of the puzzle and then dump it all in a baggie.  It helps with fitting the puzzle in the bin, but I started doing it several years agao after Max would destroy the box in which the puzzle came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;If you think of anything else fun &amp;amp; exciting to put in the boxes please let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-1379085010526459642?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/1379085010526459642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=1379085010526459642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/1379085010526459642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/1379085010526459642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/06/quiet-boxes.html' title='Quiet boxes...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SjjocWD5GnI/AAAAAAAAAvg/anUxEazvtg0/s72-c/IMG_8227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-6444344218052284082</id><published>2009-06-14T23:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T00:17:34.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantastic info &amp; some updated kiddo info....</title><content type='html'>...or at least I think so.&lt;br /&gt;Have come across some FABULOUS sites, info, ideas, etc. over the past several days.  Now that I am finally getting around to posting some of it, well, blogger is about to shut down.  We'll see how much I get done before that happens.  Ok...here goes....in no particular order of fabulousness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shiningdawnbooks.com/"&gt;www.shiningdawnbooks.com&lt;/a&gt;  They have nature themed books.  I bought two of them at a homeschool fair yesterday.  I purchased Hard as a Rock &amp;amp; Animal Signs.  Go to their site to learn all about it.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ourlifestyleoflearning.com/"&gt;www.ourlifestyleoflearning.com&lt;/a&gt; An on-line forum for homeschooling moms.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Yes, I'm sure you're noticing a theme &amp;amp; yes, Aaron and I have discussed homeschooling the kids.  And, yes, I believe that we are going to do it.  Very excited, scared, mostly psyched!!! )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://thecurriculumchoice.com/"&gt;http://thecurriculumchoice.com/&lt;/a&gt;  Haven't had enough time to really explore the site, but I am looking forward to the few minutes I may have tonight/this a.m. to check it out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.keeperofthehome.org/"&gt;www.keeperofthehome.org&lt;/a&gt; This one I got from my &lt;a href="http://www.momentsinthedaytoday.blogspot.com/"&gt;sister&lt;/a&gt;. Again, haven't had too much time to get to far into it, but my dear sis did send &lt;a href="http://www.keeperofthehome.org/2009/03/quiet-time-bins.html"&gt;this post &lt;/a&gt;to me.  The kids and I ventured out to the Dollar Store tonight and got the bins and a few things to put inside of them.  Looking forward to them working!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know that there is more, but I can't find my list at the moment.  I'm sure I'll think of it as soon as I shut the computer down.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maggie is growing so big! Where did the past 51 weeks go? Only 6 more days until she is a big one year old!  We recently started rolling the ball back and forth where she was getting the concept. She will smile so big and try so hard to roll that ball back only to have her little baby arms bring it right back to her.  Tonight we were doing a little rolling and the kids and I would clap for her.  Oh her smile was so big.  Around the 4th time or so the kids and I didn't clap fast enough. She looked at us, smiled big &amp;amp; then clapped for herself.  Then when she rolled it back I said, "Momma caught the ball. What do you do?"  Maggie immediately started clapping.  Oh, my heart.  I love how little ones clap too.  The take their arms all the way back, bring their arms forward &amp;amp; then barely connect their hands.  LOVE IT!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't wait to celebrate her 1st birthday this weekend!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-6444344218052284082?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/6444344218052284082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=6444344218052284082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/6444344218052284082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/6444344218052284082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/06/fantastic-info-some-updated-kiddo-info.html' title='Fantastic info &amp; some updated kiddo info....'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-7485496746398587298</id><published>2009-06-08T23:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T00:01:29.359-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And it begins....</title><content type='html'>My baby girl is 12....almost 11....short days away from her 1st birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Today her first biting victim was her sister.&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you that Molly was NOT happy.&lt;br /&gt;Maggie LOVES Dora, Blues Clues, her Praise Baby videos &amp;amp; Veggie Tales.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever one of these comes on the television her little body moves so fast to that t.v. that no one can catch her. &lt;br /&gt;Now when she does this the other 2 kids feel threatened that she is going to change the channel, turn off the tv or dvd player, etc. etc.  Well, Molly let her know that she did not like her racing up to the tv like that.  This has been common in our house for some time so I didn't think much of it.  Plus, Aaron was right there so I turned back into the kitchen to continue working on dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I hear is crying.  The crying is coming from Molly while Maggie's little body is right up to the tv looking happy as could be. She wasn't concerned with her sister at all.&lt;br /&gt;I hear Molly bawling.&lt;br /&gt;She says, cries rather, through her tears, "She bit me". &lt;br /&gt;She is holding her arms and I didn't think I heard her correctly so I asked Aaron what she said.&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough Molly's upper arm had 2 little almost 1 year old teeth marks on it.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but smile a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;They have been picking on Maggie since the day she was born.&lt;br /&gt;I guess she's had enough.&lt;br /&gt;It begins...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-7485496746398587298?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/7485496746398587298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=7485496746398587298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/7485496746398587298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/7485496746398587298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-it-begins.html' title='And it begins....'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-8587641476050109127</id><published>2009-06-08T08:48:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T12:41:44.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1st day of tball 5-24-08&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Si0KidJnBDI/AAAAAAAAAu0/MGD3uZlQWsg/s1600-h/IMG_3246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344939919815410738" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Si0KidJnBDI/AAAAAAAAAu0/MGD3uZlQWsg/s200/IMG_3246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day of tball.....5-16-09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Si0KhhoTTmI/AAAAAAAAAuc/r18EgGResrc/s1600-h/IMG_7867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344939903838015074" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Si0KhhoTTmI/AAAAAAAAAuc/r18EgGResrc/s200/IMG_7867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day of school...8-20-08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Si0KiACYgEI/AAAAAAAAAus/2xsJ7H1OtEY/s1600-h/IMG_4504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344939912000471106" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Si0KiACYgEI/AAAAAAAAAus/2xsJ7H1OtEY/s200/IMG_4504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Last day of school...5-21-09&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Si0KhxrqoyI/AAAAAAAAAuk/sJ8INFO6Iu8/s1600-h/IMG_7891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344939908147094306" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Si0KhxrqoyI/AAAAAAAAAuk/sJ8INFO6Iu8/s200/IMG_7891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-8587641476050109127?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/8587641476050109127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=8587641476050109127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/8587641476050109127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/8587641476050109127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/06/growing.html' title='Growing....'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Si0KidJnBDI/AAAAAAAAAu0/MGD3uZlQWsg/s72-c/IMG_3246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-4245248115453733830</id><published>2009-06-02T09:56:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T08:41:06.954-04:00</updated><title type='text'>May came and May went...</title><content type='html'>What a great month!!! We had company, headed north, visited with family, headed home, t-ball began, went to Florida and visited with my grandma. &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;Max's t-ball season kicked off on May 16th. He is really having a great time this year. The season seems to be shortened at bit, but that's ok with me. The t-ball games get a little long...I think for the kids and the parents :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SiUyKhrcDiI/AAAAAAAAAtU/oi6hKRk_2JA/s1600-h/IMG_7867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342731689365605922" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SiUyKhrcDiI/AAAAAAAAAtU/oi6hKRk_2JA/s200/IMG_7867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SiUyKURAKgI/AAAAAAAAAtM/n9Wk_d2vq5g/s1600-h/IMG_7833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342731685765065218" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SiUyKURAKgI/AAAAAAAAAtM/n9Wk_d2vq5g/s200/IMG_7833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SiUyK-dy2qI/AAAAAAAAAtc/x_T2QuECN4I/s1600-h/IMG_7834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342731697093008034" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SiUyK-dy2qI/AAAAAAAAAtc/x_T2QuECN4I/s200/IMG_7834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Max also finished up his first year of preschool. I know that according to the schools he is old enough to begin kindergarten in the fall, but I am so glad that we made the decision not to start him until he is 6. I can't imagine sending him off to kindergarten in a few short months. I can't believe that Molly will be going to preschool with him next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Si0CwmQAD3I/AAAAAAAAAt0/LLPzGQ6-0JM/s1600-h/IMG_7892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344931366683283314" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Si0CwmQAD3I/AAAAAAAAAt0/LLPzGQ6-0JM/s200/IMG_7892.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Si0CwzHFXgI/AAAAAAAAAt8/gYx76RT8CvQ/s1600-h/IMG_7902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344931370135543298" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Si0CwzHFXgI/AAAAAAAAAt8/gYx76RT8CvQ/s200/IMG_7902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Florida was fantastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Si0CxS3TYtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/tcdQIObFHrE/s1600-h/IMG_7942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344931378659287762" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Si0CxS3TYtI/AAAAAAAAAuE/tcdQIObFHrE/s200/IMG_7942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SiUyLRde8jI/AAAAAAAAAts/v1DoKJ2ztC0/s1600-h/IMG_7956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342731702191977010" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SiUyLRde8jI/AAAAAAAAAts/v1DoKJ2ztC0/s200/IMG_7956.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Si0CxmrthDI/AAAAAAAAAuM/UpCNuLdPVLU/s1600-h/IMG_8051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344931383979377714" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Si0CxmrthDI/AAAAAAAAAuM/UpCNuLdPVLU/s200/IMG_8051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Si0Cx_SwUXI/AAAAAAAAAuU/vevn8XEg45Q/s1600-h/IMG_8006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344931390585590130" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Si0Cx_SwUXI/AAAAAAAAAuU/vevn8XEg45Q/s200/IMG_8006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hadn't seen my grandma since Molly's first birthday. It was so strange to visit with her and not have my grandpa there. In my whole life I never saw the 2 of them apart. They always did everything together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SiUyLIzogdI/AAAAAAAAAtk/h1n7K9L74pk/s1600-h/IMG_7922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342731699868959186" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SiUyLIzogdI/AAAAAAAAAtk/h1n7K9L74pk/s200/IMG_7922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite the sadness I felt when I gave myself a moment to think about it, the kids loved hanging out with their great-grandma. We went to the water park and the beach. I am convinced that if we lived near the beach the kids would live there all summer long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now June is here and we are struggling with looking at the empty calendar. Nothing to take our mind off of what might be, what we want to be. So we spend a lot of our time talking about what we'll do when we get back. Not so much time spent on what we'll do if we don't get back.&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/3811083285376754433-4245248115453733830?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/4245248115453733830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=4245248115453733830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/4245248115453733830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/4245248115453733830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/06/may-came-and-may-went.html' title='May came and May went...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SiUyKhrcDiI/AAAAAAAAAtU/oi6hKRk_2JA/s72-c/IMG_7867.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-304764201640211721</id><published>2009-05-16T20:10:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T20:53:02.609-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip North, Graduation, Mother's Day &amp; More Rain...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite the rain that has been coming for 3 straight weeks, we've had a good couple of weeks. May has certainly been busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend we headed north for my brother-in-law's graduation from college. It was the longest we've gone being away from Michigan. It didn't possible that January to May could fly by that quickly...it did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent Friday hanging out with cousins and having mom's homemade pizza. That alone is worth the long car journey back to MI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sg9Y6BAOaUI/AAAAAAAAAsU/ptGF6EnGKlA/s1600-h/IMG_7742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336581837182363970" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sg9Y6BAOaUI/AAAAAAAAAsU/ptGF6EnGKlA/s200/IMG_7742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sg9Y6V_N4-I/AAAAAAAAAsc/1OF5fZQeepM/s1600-h/IMG_7747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336581842815280098" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sg9Y6V_N4-I/AAAAAAAAAsc/1OF5fZQeepM/s200/IMG_7747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we enjoyed some chocolate popsicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sg9Y6xN5dyI/AAAAAAAAAsk/ChuAotAbiv4/s1600-h/IMG_7768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336581850124613410" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sg9Y6xN5dyI/AAAAAAAAAsk/ChuAotAbiv4/s200/IMG_7768.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some enjoyed them more than others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sg9Y7DINwDI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Y_Y4kuxt6Mk/s1600-h/IMG_7775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336581854932615218" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sg9Y7DINwDI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Y_Y4kuxt6Mk/s200/IMG_7775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sg9Y670AdnI/AAAAAAAAAss/9CK3_hBWNVQ/s1600-h/IMG_7772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336581852968810098" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sg9Y670AdnI/AAAAAAAAAss/9CK3_hBWNVQ/s200/IMG_7772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday we left for our alma mater early. I wanted to see the new buildings that had gone up around campus and allow myself extra moments to go back in time. I formed my best friendships on that campus and met my husband there. I loved walking through the building that my beloved says he first saw and met me. It brings a smile to my face everytime I think about the story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a bit nervous about the kids being well-behaved. I couldn't have asked for better behaved children. My mother-in-law got us the best seats....the bottom part of the bleachers. We sat on the bottom bench and the kids played on the floor. It was perfect for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday, Mother's Day, we headed back home. I really wanted to leave Saturday night so that we didn't have to spend mommy's day in the car. I also wanted to be at the baby dedication ceremony at church on Sunday a.m. (I've recently been reminded that complaining is a selfish trait...I've been trying hard to refrain.) Aaron got us home in less than 6 hours though. Again, I couldn't have asked for a better car ride. I've never napped that much on one trip. My beloved knew how much I didn't want to be in the car on that particular day and got us home safe, sound &amp;amp; quickly. We arrived home in enough time to get the car unloaded and freshened up for church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sg9bOOAV8sI/AAAAAAAAAs8/LRCckrqd4MI/s1600-h/IMG_7809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336584383293158082" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sg9bOOAV8sI/AAAAAAAAAs8/LRCckrqd4MI/s200/IMG_7809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a nice evening at church and then headed to Applebees for a Mother's Day treat....a variety of appetizers and some ice cream shooters. After we ordered our treats, the kids were so excited to present me with my gifts that they had picked out. Aaron got me a beautiful cross and a fun blender type thing. After I finish this post, I am off to use it for the first time and make myself an ice cream shake. The kids were arguing over whose gift I would open first. I told Max I would open his first b/c he was my firstborn. It was a blue candle. Molly was next. I had an idea of what the gift was. She told me what she got me the night that Aaron took the kids out. She got me a blue, yellow &amp;amp; purple candle. The were little tea light candles in the shape of flowers. They were extremely proud of their gifts and I will treasure them forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Max also presented this to me after school on the Thursday before Mother's Day. I can't believe that I didn't get a picture of it with my boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sg9bObjI16I/AAAAAAAAAtE/cC1RP93lDE8/s1600-h/IMG_7810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336584386928760738" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sg9bObjI16I/AAAAAAAAAtE/cC1RP93lDE8/s200/IMG_7810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favorite moments in motherhood came just a few weeks ago. I wrote about it &lt;a href="http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/05/couldnt-help-tears.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now Max wants to give all of his toys away to his buddies at school. I told him that most of his buddies probably have plenty of toys just like him. So we decided that we would give them to someone who didn't have any. He seemed to think that his mom was onto something good and agreed with me wholeheartedly.&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/3811083285376754433-304764201640211721?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/304764201640211721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=304764201640211721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/304764201640211721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/304764201640211721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/05/trip-north-graduation-mothers-day-more.html' title='Trip North, Graduation, Mother&apos;s Day &amp; More Rain...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sg9Y6BAOaUI/AAAAAAAAAsU/ptGF6EnGKlA/s72-c/IMG_7742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-9174005058902574217</id><published>2009-05-12T08:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T10:16:10.444-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray...</title><content type='html'>I just recently found their blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The faith of some absolutely floors me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how you go through something like this without faith in Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for &lt;a href="http://www.kayleighannefreeman.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Freeman Family&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-9174005058902574217?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/9174005058902574217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=9174005058902574217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/9174005058902574217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/9174005058902574217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/05/pray.html' title='Pray...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-3775002162669182047</id><published>2009-05-04T23:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T20:45:21.449-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And the rain just keeps coming...again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sf-3TIGLelI/AAAAAAAAAsM/9_MsH8wa-Jw/s1600-h/IMG_7714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332182023048755794" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sf-3TIGLelI/AAAAAAAAAsM/9_MsH8wa-Jw/s200/IMG_7714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sf-3SyBs83I/AAAAAAAAAsE/a-pM7YY2snE/s1600-h/IMG_7717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332182017124397938" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sf-3SyBs83I/AAAAAAAAAsE/a-pM7YY2snE/s200/IMG_7717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sf-3SZX07WI/AAAAAAAAAr8/XQKSt95-WGk/s1600-h/IMG_7735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332182010506308962" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sf-3SZX07WI/AAAAAAAAAr8/XQKSt95-WGk/s200/IMG_7735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sf-3SHvtOQI/AAAAAAAAAr0/S0VE6m7eNyU/s1600-h/IMG_7732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332182005774629122" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sf-3SHvtOQI/AAAAAAAAAr0/S0VE6m7eNyU/s200/IMG_7732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sf-3R44t4qI/AAAAAAAAArs/rRrdCgFgnPY/s1600-h/IMG_7730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332182001785889442" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sf-3R44t4qI/AAAAAAAAArs/rRrdCgFgnPY/s200/IMG_7730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, I have had another post with this same title. I'll have to go and check that post. I just told someone from church that I thought the weather was to clear up tomorrow. I just checked the weather...oops...looks like it'll be raining right through the week. I think it's been raining since last Wednesday or Thursday. We aren't talking a sprinkle here and there. I think it's been raining 95% of the time. I just keep telling myself that the farmers need rain and the flowers and trees wouldn't be as beautiful as they are without the rain from the sky. We are going through a bit of vitamin D withdraw here in the home so we may just go out and dance in the rain tomorrow afternoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a nice weekend. Molly and I did some "garage saleing" on Saturday morning. I had planned to go by myself, but she was laying on the floor right outside the bathroom door when I opened it that morning. So we decided to go together. She got dressed right away, woke her daddy and told him that the girls were going out and we were off. We stopped at McD's for breakfast and got to our first sale about 8:05 a.m. She did very well. She got a little tin type purse and a whole bag of braclets to put inside. At our first stop she found a cute little stationary set. She told me that she could write all of her thank you notes on that paper. That did the trick. She found a cool monster truck for Max and a pair of Dora pjs for a quarter. I asked her if she was having a good time. "Yes momma. I am finding everything I've ever wanted!" She was definitely ready to go home and see her daddy after a few houses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday evening, our family arrived. A few hours after that my sister and I were off to the movies. We could barely stand up after the movie was over. Our bodies aren't used to sitting that long. Sunday morning we headed to church. I love taking our family to church. It has been such a blessing to us and I so enjoy having our friends here finally meet our family and vice versa. We spent some of the afternoon at the hotel swimming. The rain came down, but the kids didn't mind. They loved the pool. We didn't like seeing our family leave today, but will be seeing them again very soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little side note....Molly ran up to me today and declared, "I am king of kings." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told her that she could be the king of something but not of kings. I told her that Jesus already had that job. She told me, "nope, I am king of kings". Oh, my Molly. Well, Jesus created her so I He knows better than I do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-3775002162669182047?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/3775002162669182047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=3775002162669182047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/3775002162669182047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/3775002162669182047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-rain-just-keeps-comingagain.html' title='And the rain just keeps coming...again'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sf-3TIGLelI/AAAAAAAAAsM/9_MsH8wa-Jw/s72-c/IMG_7714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-483876059143713233</id><published>2009-05-01T23:22:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:54:30.674-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Couldn't help the tears...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;If you all don't keep up with Beth Moore's blog, &lt;a href="http://livingproofministries.blogspot.com/"&gt;Living Proof Ministries&lt;/a&gt;, you need to take a look. Beth Moore's daughter, Melissa, is on a trip with &lt;a href="http://www.compassion.com/"&gt;Compassion International &lt;/a&gt;and has been blogging about her experience. It truly is difficult to look at some of the pictures without feeling some sort of guilt over all that we have. After reading that day's entry, I clicked over to the &lt;a href="http://www.compassion.com/"&gt;Compassion&lt;/a&gt; website. I saw a little boy and clicked on his name. About the time I was doing this, Max walked into my room and asked me what I was doing. Last night, I was telling him about the girl that we sponser over in Ecuador. I was telling him what she likes to do, how many kids live in her home, what her house may be like, etc. Well, this morning when he walked in he asked who the boy was. I told him his name and that he lives in the same country as friend that we write to and send pictures. The conversation between mother and son went a little like this: &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Max: "How old is he momma?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: "He's 6."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Six!!!! That means he gets to go to kindergarten!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I then tell him some of the things that the little boy likes to do, like, playing marbles, ball, and hide-n-seek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I love doing all those things momma!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And without missing a beat, my son asks me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Momma, do you think he has spiderman pajamas?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Probably not buddy. He probably doesn't have any pajamas."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I could send him my old pair of spiderman pajamas. The ones with the shorts and the black stuff hanging down from the arms with the little holes in it." (The black stuff hanging down with the holes is the mesh material to make the "webs" under "Spidermans" arms...we won't send the little guy clothes with a bunch of holes in it.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And with that, he was already in his room getting the pajamas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While he left his mom with tears rolling down her cheeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little while later I sent out an email with that story and my mom emailed Max back telling of a mission trip a friend of hers is taking soon. She told her friend that Max really wanted to give his spiderman pjs to a little guy who needed them. I called Max upstairs and read his nana's email to him. I asked him if he wanted to mail them to his Nana so that she could get them to someone who could give them to a little boy who didn't have any pjs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He nodded his head yes and got that sweet Max smile and cuddled up into the crook of my arm. Once again he ran off to get the pajamas, but then stopped in his tracks because he remembered that he had already gotten them a few hours earlier and left them in my room. He was off playing with Maggie again while I sat there with the pjs in my hands, bawling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you Lord for putting the Holy Spirit to work right there in my son's heart. May he continue to grow in You. Thank you for blessing this mom with that little guy. Amen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfvCKRZl5sI/AAAAAAAAArc/4rNvVXec0io/s1600-h/IMG_7698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331068065648338626" style="WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfvCKRZl5sI/AAAAAAAAArc/4rNvVXec0io/s200/IMG_7698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot figure out why this picture wil not rotate. It's driving me nuts, but I am bound and determined to get a May 1st post date....so it'll gotta do.&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/3811083285376754433-483876059143713233?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/483876059143713233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=483876059143713233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/483876059143713233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/483876059143713233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/05/couldnt-help-tears.html' title='Couldn&apos;t help the tears...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfvCKRZl5sI/AAAAAAAAArc/4rNvVXec0io/s72-c/IMG_7698.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-4080258013447411295</id><published>2009-04-27T23:23:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:09:22.732-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok...well it had been 3 weeks...</title><content type='html'>I started my previous post on the 19th....it's now about 45 minutes away from being the 28th. Geez! Where did April go. Hopefully, it won't take me another 9 days to catch up on the last 2 weeks. Here goes...(no wonder I titled this blog the way I did!&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&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;We spent the week following Easter getting ready for family and most importantly, Molly's 3rd birthday party!!! Before we hit on the birthday though a few other things happened that week that I need to take note of so that a few years down the road I still remember them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, Tuesday the 14th, I was looking forward to getting my haircut. I was supposed to go on Good Friday and get it cut, but since my hubby stayed home the Monday before b/c I was sick he couldn't take Friday off as well so.....by that next Tuesday, I was really ready to just sit down and have a nice long chat with the wonderful woman who cuts my hair. Earlier in the day Molly had found a quarter and took it to Max's school to show him. When we got out of the car to go pick him up, Molly said that she wanted a coin to give to Max and surprise him. So I found a nickel and gave it to her. She presented it to him as soon as we walked into the classroom. He was excited and they both held onto their respective coins for the remainder of the day. Aaron got home that afternoon and I said good-bye to everyone and raced out to the car to go and relax and get my haircut. For some reason I came back into the house. I have no idea why, but I ran upstairs (maybe I was looking for a cd) and then came back downstairs ready to head out again. I look over at Max and he is sitting on the floor crying and there is a little pile of vomit in front of him. I ask him if he is alright? If he feels sick? He suddenly cries out, "my money, my money." I looked at him, with huge eyes I'm sure, and say, "Did you swallow your coin?" He nods his head and says, "Hm Hmmm". Yes. Yes, he did. I, of course, freak. Then I am a bit annoyed b/c why can't I just get out the door and get my haircut. I did. Aaron called the nurse at the hospital (b/c of course my kids do these things after 5 pm). She said don't worry about it. He'll pass it in a few days. Well, Thursday came. Max went. I got myself some plastic bags around my hands up to my elbows and two of the jumbo popscicle sticks from our craft box. Of course...no nickel. On Friday, I called the doctor office b/c the girl at the hospital said 2-3 days or we need an x-ray. I didn't want him going the entire weekend if I needed to be getting him an xray. The nurse at the doctor office said it could take up to 2 weeks. Excuse me? I really have to get my plastic bags and jumbo popscicle sticks out for up to 2 weeks???? To be continued.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So still on Thursday...before sporting the plastic bag hands....I finally told Molly that we are going to get Maggie's photo done. I decided I was just going to go to Walmart and get a picture taken of her so that I didn't completely neglect the 3rd child. Max &amp;amp; Molly have pics at 6 wks, 3, 6, 9, 12, maybe 15, and 18 months....Maggie has only a photo of when she was 4 months hanging on the wall. I wanted to get it done at 9 months and ended up getting it taken 4 days shy of her 10 month b'day. Oh well. Anyhow, the girl takes a few cute shots of Maggie, but nothing with a great smile. Everything this poor girls was doing was making Molly and me laugh like crazy. Maggie...not so much. They did some shots of her sitting up and then had her lay on her belly. Molly started hanging out with the photographer and making Maggie laugh. She got a &lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt; pic of her. I turned to look at it on the screen. Turned back. Maggie had crawled right off the platform. Oh I felt awful. She was screamin and a hollerin. I was standing right next to that platform. I will never scoff at all of the signs they have posted about watching your kid at all times again. She got over it and we were done take pictures. We sat down in front of the computer and looked over the ones she had taken. My sweet baby girl started waving to herself. She was so sweet with that little hand just a wavin and a big crocodile tear coming down her cheek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright...back to the birthday celebration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was so excited. She got a few cards early in the week and on Thursday she got 2 packages in the mail. First, was a cute little animal hospital from my dear friend, Amanda. Molly loves carrying it around on her shoulder and then stopping whereever she pleases to tend to her animals. It's a wonderful gift. It came with all sorts of vet "tools" and a little dog (that Molly named Spots). Max and her spent about an hour straight playing with it. They decided to put it up for a while when Maggie started chewing on the bones. Even Maggie loved it. She couldn't figure out why she couldn't grab Max's puppy through the "window".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfZ5AciTpdI/AAAAAAAAAmY/u08QnszSdR4/s1600-h/IMG_7417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329580257606608338" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfZ5AciTpdI/AAAAAAAAAmY/u08QnszSdR4/s200/IMG_7417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfZ5AnJw_3I/AAAAAAAAAmg/nHxPkq1FBg8/s1600-h/IMG_7419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329580260456464242" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfZ5AnJw_3I/AAAAAAAAAmg/nHxPkq1FBg8/s200/IMG_7419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfZ5A78Ak0I/AAAAAAAAAmo/J-wgGA9q5jI/s1600-h/IMG_7422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329580266035909442" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfZ5A78Ak0I/AAAAAAAAAmo/J-wgGA9q5jI/s200/IMG_7422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About two hours after Spots arrived, the doorbell rang again. This time there was a package from Aunt Sheri and Uncle Mike. There is a reason I get worried when presents come from there house. This dear friend of mine feels the need to send packing peanuts with EVERY gift...she could be mailing toilet paper to my children and she would still send in packed in peanuts or some kind of confetti that is ready to shoot out at me. I feel as if I should learn with every envelope and/or package that arrives on my front stoop. I really think that I make the honest effort to get that stuff out of my children's reach as soon as possible. However....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfZ5BOG1K2I/AAAAAAAAAmw/aRmmjWzA3NE/s1600-h/IMG_7424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329580270913137506" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfZ5BOG1K2I/AAAAAAAAAmw/aRmmjWzA3NE/s200/IMG_7424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that they have inspector gadget arms and legs when their momma is not looking. It's ridiculous!!! Nevertheless....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfsZEOXVLDI/AAAAAAAAArA/GfoF47Ca_X0/s1600-h/IMG_7432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330882144289238066" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfsZEOXVLDI/AAAAAAAAArA/GfoF47Ca_X0/s200/IMG_7432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly got a fabulous writing tablet from them. She forbids Max from using any of it. She LOVES practicing her writing. I'm so happy she loves doing it and doesn't get frustrated easily (with her handwriting at least.) She also received a guinea pig from Aunt Sheri and Uncle Mike. She named her Sally and was all to excited and ready to take her to her new animal hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfZ5Ba0qhqI/AAAAAAAAAm4/JqTgQo30z70/s1600-h/IMG_7430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329580274326603426" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfZ5Ba0qhqI/AAAAAAAAAm4/JqTgQo30z70/s200/IMG_7430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday we were up early getting ready for the big day. Nana, Aunt Stephy, Nick and Zachary were all on their way. We got the house all cleaned up, meals taken care of, baths done and then the door bell rang. Some good friends stopped by a few hours before the party to bring Molly her gifts and to visit for a little while. They brought her God's Little Princess Bible. I love it and so does Molly. She loves flipping through it and then I sit and read her a few of the stories from it. If you have a little girl in your life that you get gifts for, I definitely recommend that Bible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had Molly's party at the park and it ended up being a perfect day for it all. She had two little boys come to her party. Several weeks back, Molly had said that she only wanted girls at her party. When I told her that the two people she was really excited about having were boys, she decided to change her mind so that the boys could come too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfZ66SabQGI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/xAvp_08d2RA/s1600-h/IMG_7443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329582350833238114" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfZ66SabQGI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/xAvp_08d2RA/s200/IMG_7443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfZ66jaJMZI/AAAAAAAAAnY/mGCokSfcR84/s1600-h/IMG_7462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329582355395457426" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfZ66jaJMZI/AAAAAAAAAnY/mGCokSfcR84/s200/IMG_7462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfZ9JQRkbKI/AAAAAAAAAno/pHpJXyNdS_w/s1600-h/IMG_7467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329584806980512930" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfZ9JQRkbKI/AAAAAAAAAno/pHpJXyNdS_w/s200/IMG_7467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sfr8VuhDkLI/AAAAAAAAAo4/GX0LlR7rbKg/s1600-h/IMG_7436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330850559140532402" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sfr8VuhDkLI/AAAAAAAAAo4/GX0LlR7rbKg/s200/IMG_7436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sfr8WJJ2h9I/AAAAAAAAApA/Es19J4cagdo/s1600-h/IMG_7455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330850566290966482" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sfr8WJJ2h9I/AAAAAAAAApA/Es19J4cagdo/s200/IMG_7455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was Molly's actual birthday. The boys awoke to give Molly birthday kisses. (Yes, they had a slumber party here the first night...I think they all finally ended up going to bed around 11:30...yikes!) We went to a community celebration down at the park and enjoyed construction trucks, 4 wheelers, fire trucks, inflatables, freezy pops from the concession. Then it was time for a rest. We headed back to the house for a bit of a rest before heading out and grilling at the state park. There we gave Molly her scooter from her Mommy and Daddy. She loved it and I was so happy. She just kept saying, "It's just what I wanted. I am going practice." And she would. SOOOOOO slowly. She's getting the hang of it though. I want her to always have joy in the little stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfZ9J8BTDrI/AAAAAAAAAnw/hJWLtS-ytv0/s1600-h/IMG_7485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329584818723425970" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfZ9J8BTDrI/AAAAAAAAAnw/hJWLtS-ytv0/s200/IMG_7485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfZ9KlGLzbI/AAAAAAAAAoI/16guxwl9A9Y/s1600-h/IMG_7561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329584829749775794" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfZ9KlGLzbI/AAAAAAAAAoI/16guxwl9A9Y/s200/IMG_7561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfZ9KChETZI/AAAAAAAAAn4/JDQo3AvLYVQ/s1600-h/IMG_7503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329584820467289490" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfZ9KChETZI/AAAAAAAAAn4/JDQo3AvLYVQ/s200/IMG_7503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfZ9KXvkvAI/AAAAAAAAAoA/PKA6cDsBBYQ/s1600-h/IMG_7538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329584826165279746" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfZ9KXvkvAI/AAAAAAAAAoA/PKA6cDsBBYQ/s200/IMG_7538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sfr8WdeNfQI/AAAAAAAAApI/KCQqIwTPCjA/s1600-h/IMG_7551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330850571745066242" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sfr8WdeNfQI/AAAAAAAAApI/KCQqIwTPCjA/s200/IMG_7551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday morning we headed to church. I was a little nervous about the boys going with Max &amp;amp; Molly. Zachary did end up staying with us and slept on Aaron the entire church service. He looked very sweet. Nick walked right in to children's church with Max and Aaron. Max was the one that Aaron had to peel off his leg. After church we took the clan to Wendy's, home for another rest and then to the hotel for a nice long swim. The kids had a blast swimming. I can't wait to see them all on our camping trip. We went back to the house to have dinner and watch Bolt. We said our good-byes before they headed back to the hotel and out early the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfZ_VCi2SEI/AAAAAAAAAow/FPy5vE9D_js/s1600-h/IMG_7594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329587208476575810" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfZ_VCi2SEI/AAAAAAAAAow/FPy5vE9D_js/s200/IMG_7594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfZ_T475BiI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/vHE-WM0SGDc/s1600-h/IMG_7567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329587188717389346" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfZ_T475BiI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/vHE-WM0SGDc/s200/IMG_7567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfZ_UHGyiUI/AAAAAAAAAoY/wSBLK7B0a84/s1600-h/IMG_7580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329587192521197890" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfZ_UHGyiUI/AAAAAAAAAoY/wSBLK7B0a84/s200/IMG_7580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfZ_UdWjXYI/AAAAAAAAAog/cZGvgOlL-xs/s1600-h/IMG_7588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329587198492892546" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfZ_UdWjXYI/AAAAAAAAAog/cZGvgOlL-xs/s200/IMG_7588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfZ_UvGG8WI/AAAAAAAAAoo/DgnZK7t4N_0/s1600-h/IMG_7590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329587203255759202" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfZ_UvGG8WI/AAAAAAAAAoo/DgnZK7t4N_0/s200/IMG_7590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday, Aaron left us for a business trip. The kids and I enjoyed some fun alone time and got all outfits ready for the entire week before heading out and getting mommy a few chick flicks to watch while daddy was out of town. The kids and I played most of the afternoon, then had a fun kid dinner, then baths. Finally we were ready to get out the door to go and pick up a movie for momma (and have the car ride lull them to sleep). Max and Molly were headed down the stairs and Max didn't look so good. I asked him if he was ok. He said he needed to go #2. I told him ok but that he had to go in Molly's little toilet b/c I had to go thru "it" and see if the nickel came out. He started crying. He didn't like going in Molly's toilet b/c when he did "it" the first time it touched him b/c let's face it, that toilet is just for potty training...not big ol 4.5 year olds. So we got a book and kept him distracted. He was happy to finally have had gone. So out came the plastic bags and popscicle sticks again. He asked if he could stay and watch. I told him no, but that if I found the nickel I'd be sure to call him. I spent what felt like quite a long time searching for that nickel. I was about to give up and just wait until next time when I found it. I called him in there. He yelled and told Molly, but then informed me that we couldn't keep it. I thought that was fabulous idea. He was happy to have it out and back to normal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday morning, Papa got into town and we surprised Max at his school. They wore Papa out before heading out to eat and taking Max to Awana. Thursday was another day except Papa was there. The girls had a blast having him to themselves while Max was at school. Max, Papa and I played a few games of Candyland while the girls slept and we waited for Aaron to return home. We took everyone out to eat and began enjoying our long weekend. Papa left and went to rest up for our visit soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sfr8Wq9sTYI/AAAAAAAAApQ/JKVFNSWbtfs/s1600-h/IMG_7602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330850575366770050" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sfr8Wq9sTYI/AAAAAAAAApQ/JKVFNSWbtfs/s200/IMG_7602.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had an awesome weekend. Aaron took Friday off. Molly and I headed to the doctor for her 3 year check-up. She discovered he daddy's Bible in our room and spent some time looking at it. When we were all ready to go she decided she wanted to take it with her. I figured she'd leave it in the car when we reached the doc office. Nope. She took it in with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sfr8WxXgwzI/AAAAAAAAApY/vKPDS4AwufM/s1600-h/IMG_7606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330850577085678386" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sfr8WxXgwzI/AAAAAAAAApY/vKPDS4AwufM/s200/IMG_7606.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfsWx3weI0I/AAAAAAAAApo/77spDrjBI_Q/s1600-h/IMG_7610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330879629959766850" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfsWx3weI0I/AAAAAAAAApo/77spDrjBI_Q/s200/IMG_7610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfsWyIX6d7I/AAAAAAAAApw/38-fRNv-uYg/s1600-h/IMG_7616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330879634420168626" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfsWyIX6d7I/AAAAAAAAApw/38-fRNv-uYg/s200/IMG_7616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfsWylg_3TI/AAAAAAAAAqA/zBbiZD9SIuc/s1600-h/IMG_7621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330879642242899250" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfsWylg_3TI/AAAAAAAAAqA/zBbiZD9SIuc/s200/IMG_7621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather was great and we spent the majority of it outside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfsWxt7QPLI/AAAAAAAAApg/XuqEzp0rBRA/s1600-h/IMG_7627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330879627320638642" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfsWxt7QPLI/AAAAAAAAApg/XuqEzp0rBRA/s200/IMG_7627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfsWycBG2CI/AAAAAAAAAp4/AMSaUYh8Eik/s1600-h/IMG_7619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330879639693219874" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfsWycBG2CI/AAAAAAAAAp4/AMSaUYh8Eik/s200/IMG_7619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfsYLf-IvpI/AAAAAAAAAqI/LBkdC2d4RVw/s1600-h/IMG_7637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330881169762860690" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfsYLf-IvpI/AAAAAAAAAqI/LBkdC2d4RVw/s200/IMG_7637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfsYLyWYwXI/AAAAAAAAAqY/v-vZKhTVECQ/s1600-h/IMG_7643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330881174696411506" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfsYLyWYwXI/AAAAAAAAAqY/v-vZKhTVECQ/s200/IMG_7643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfsYMXv6Y-I/AAAAAAAAAqg/c2T7nyfbioM/s1600-h/IMG_7647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330881184735585250" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfsYMXv6Y-I/AAAAAAAAAqg/c2T7nyfbioM/s200/IMG_7647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfsYMWrUbuI/AAAAAAAAAqo/hi32kh9i4IY/s1600-h/IMG_7649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330881184447885026" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfsYMWrUbuI/AAAAAAAAAqo/hi32kh9i4IY/s200/IMG_7649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfsYLf-IvpI/AAAAAAAAAqI/LBkdC2d4RVw/s1600-h/IMG_7637.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfsYLsyV44I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/BK8CT9zovgA/s1600-h/IMG_7641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330881173203051394" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfsYLsyV44I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/BK8CT9zovgA/s200/IMG_7641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfsZD5PSb_I/AAAAAAAAAq4/qY5K4jn2RH4/s1600-h/IMG_7653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330882138618359794" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfsZD5PSb_I/AAAAAAAAAq4/qY5K4jn2RH4/s200/IMG_7653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfsWyIX6d7I/AAAAAAAAApw/38-fRNv-uYg/s1600-h/IMG_7616.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfsZDmh3DBI/AAAAAAAAAqw/AspoW_UXhC0/s1600-h/IMG_7650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330882133595982866" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfsZDmh3DBI/AAAAAAAAAqw/AspoW_UXhC0/s200/IMG_7650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfsYLyWYwXI/AAAAAAAAAqY/v-vZKhTVECQ/s1600-h/IMG_7643.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am flying through this, but I really just want to get this posted before May 1st and that starts in 10.5 short hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday night we thought the kids were sleeping and we were having a chatting session downstairs in the living room at about 9:30 or so. Max comes down whimpering. He shows me his finger. It's the &lt;a href="http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2008/08/there-is-no-place-like-home.html"&gt;same finger &lt;/a&gt;he injured back in August while we were visiting MI. He mumbles something. I asked him if it was a hang nail and did he bite it off. He shook his head no. Aaron asked him something. He said no. Then he said something about a pencil. Something clicked. He had gotten in trouble a little bit earlier in the day for fooling around with my eyeliner pencil sharperner. Yep. He put his finger in the sharperner and turned it. It cut off part of his fingernail and caused to bleed. We got a band-aid on him and fixed him up before he headed back to bed. Goodness! Keep your fingers out of my stuff and that won't happen! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday night, Max wrapped up his first year of AWANA. What a blessing that has been.  He has learned so much and memorized more of God's Word than me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's see...what else this month???? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maggie is waving like crazy. Still not saying Mama, but she is waving and smiling and laughing and busy being the sweet thing she is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok...I am signing off and saying good-bye to April. I WILL have more than 2 posts next month. We have so much going on....I can't wait to write all about it and then forget and then re-read my blog, remember it all again and smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FINALLY!!! IT'S MAY 1ST AROUND 12:15 P.M. AND I HAVE FINALLY FINISHED MY ONLY 2 POSTS OF APRIL. RIDICULOUS!!! NO WONDER I HAVE TO HAVE A BLOG TO REMIND ME OF ALL THE WONDERFUL THINGS MY KIDS DO. HELLO MAY!!!!&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&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/3811083285376754433-4080258013447411295?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/4080258013447411295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=4080258013447411295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/4080258013447411295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/4080258013447411295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/04/okwell-it-had-been-3-weeks.html' title='Ok...well it had been 3 weeks...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfZ5AciTpdI/AAAAAAAAAmY/u08QnszSdR4/s72-c/IMG_7417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-5638457911926762721</id><published>2009-04-19T21:32:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:17:11.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 weeks gone by...oh my...</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe it's 3 weeks since I last posted. Time is certainly flying by and dragging all at the same time. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's see...the last few weeks...Max had spring break the first week. We didn't do a whole heck of a lot. Just hung out until daddy got home. The end of the week they spent time getting Easter eggs ready for Max's class and the hunt at church the day before Easter. We spent all the time we could outside. It was a gorgeous weekend. Saturday we grilled out and then decided to do it all over again after church on Sunday.&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Se5ae0ea2OI/AAAAAAAAAjY/q2_AWfIfO_A/s1600-h/IMG_7178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327294894754683106" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Se5ae0ea2OI/AAAAAAAAAjY/q2_AWfIfO_A/s200/IMG_7178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Se5afDmSleI/AAAAAAAAAjg/V6YTYYxFgIs/s1600-h/IMG_7182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327294898814227938" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Se5afDmSleI/AAAAAAAAAjg/V6YTYYxFgIs/s200/IMG_7182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Se5afQmojjI/AAAAAAAAAjo/k6tYe53y2b8/s1600-h/IMG_7199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327294902305328690" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Se5afQmojjI/AAAAAAAAAjo/k6tYe53y2b8/s200/IMG_7199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Se5afm36ysI/AAAAAAAAAjw/Zsyg4emw_Jw/s1600-h/IMG_7200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327294908283407042" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Se5afm36ysI/AAAAAAAAAjw/Zsyg4emw_Jw/s200/IMG_7200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Se5af1wRrYI/AAAAAAAAAj4/536Ve1yxRe0/s1600-h/IMG_7209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327294912277884290" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Se5af1wRrYI/AAAAAAAAAj4/536Ve1yxRe0/s200/IMG_7209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second week, Aaron stayed home Monday morning b/c I was not feeg well at all. That was the day that Max decided he wanted to put on a little skit for his sick momma. The previous Sunday, the kids had learned about Palm Sunday at church and each had made a palm leaf out of green construction paper. Max decided that Daddy was going to be the camel (Aaron had to remind him it was a donkey), he was going to be Jesus and Molly was going to be the "palm leafer" saying, "Hosanna, Hosanna, blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!" He rode back and forth across the living room while Molly waved her palm leaf and he reminded her of what she was to say. Then they switched. Molly was now playing the part of Jesus and Max was the palm leafer. It was absolutely adorable. One of my all time kid favorites!Aaron told me to come downstairs if I was feeling up to it. I wouldn't have missed that for the world. Aaron said that Max told everyone what to do. My heart was filled with a pride only a momma could experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday, the 7th, Molly had her first gymnastics class. She couldn't wait! She loved it and of course her momma took all sorts of pictures. I couldn't help myself. She got do somersaults, cartwheels, back bends, the balance beam, a little mini vault jumping thing. She now wakes up every morning asking if it's Tuesday again so she can go back to "gynnastics".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327297236809759778" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Se5cnJT3PCI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/l04vU-hHfe4/s200/IMG_7281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Se5cnj_As-I/AAAAAAAAAkg/OwRcXkONW2w/s1600-h/IMG_7287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327297243970057186" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Se5cnj_As-I/AAAAAAAAAkg/OwRcXkONW2w/s200/IMG_7287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Se5cm5Ui7UI/AAAAAAAAAkI/hy-Y0bW-kBY/s1600-h/IMG_7280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327297232517655874" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Se5cm5Ui7UI/AAAAAAAAAkI/hy-Y0bW-kBY/s200/IMG_7280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Se5cmjQR-TI/AAAAAAAAAkA/4ypBlENneMg/s1600-h/IMG_7276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327297226594187570" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Se5cmjQR-TI/AAAAAAAAAkA/4ypBlENneMg/s200/IMG_7276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Se5cnVK66JI/AAAAAAAAAkY/8myM7fhdaww/s1600-h/IMG_7286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327297239993477266" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Se5cnVK66JI/AAAAAAAAAkY/8myM7fhdaww/s200/IMG_7286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come Wednesday, I was still not feeling all that hot, but us moms only get a 24 hour period to be out sick, if any. That morning, Max wanted to wear the "fish" shirt that he wore to school the previous day and wore to bed that night and woke up in on Wednesday morning. No. I told him that he was free to wear it the next time I washed it. Him attending school that day was up in the air until at the very last second he decided to change. He loves school and does not like missing. The girls and I go to pick him up that day and as I am walking in the door Max is running &amp;amp; jumping on his buddy. He then gets up and sprints to his cubby and pulls the whole drawer out. One of his teacher's says, "um...no one give him sugar." Seriously. He was on speed. His teacher takes me aside and says that he has had some problems listening to instructions. Big NO NO in our family. I have a HUGE problem with my kids not listening to their elders. I definitely want my kids listening to my direction, however, it is 100 times worse in my book if they are doing it to others. She said she didn't want to use the word defiant, but that is exactly what he spent the next several days being. His actions were defiant. He wasn't sassing back so much as simply looking at us, testing us, and doing the complete opposite of what we asked him to do, if he did anything at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Good Friday, we spent time talking with the kids about the great sacrifice made. I feel like sometimes I expect this great deal of understanding from my 3 &amp;amp; 4 year olds. When in all reality, they know so much more about the Easter holiday than I did when I was a teenager. Later that evening we colored eggs. I love the look on Maggie's face as she is peering over the edge of the cup. Oh the curiosity of little children! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Se_UYMpUivI/AAAAAAAAAlI/4GK7Tjtf-7U/s1600-h/IMG_7353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327710396379073266" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Se_UYMpUivI/AAAAAAAAAlI/4GK7Tjtf-7U/s200/IMG_7353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Se_UXeUyimI/AAAAAAAAAkw/c6js1xkrDF4/s1600-h/IMG_7359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327710383944927842" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Se_UXeUyimI/AAAAAAAAAkw/c6js1xkrDF4/s200/IMG_7359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Se_UX-Nsq_I/AAAAAAAAAlA/RtVDvKmWea8/s1600-h/IMG_7343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327710392505117682" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Se_UX-Nsq_I/AAAAAAAAAlA/RtVDvKmWea8/s200/IMG_7343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Se_UXladO9I/AAAAAAAAAk4/6J74zgGrd_s/s1600-h/IMG_7340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327710385847745490" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Se_UXladO9I/AAAAAAAAAk4/6J74zgGrd_s/s200/IMG_7340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Se_UW1TkmXI/AAAAAAAAAko/Bq380WOLP2s/s1600-h/IMG_7347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327710372933966194" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Se_UW1TkmXI/AAAAAAAAAko/Bq380WOLP2s/s200/IMG_7347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327714085826215586" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Se_Xu86EPqI/AAAAAAAAAlw/2ed2wwUb8uw/s200/IMG_7354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday, was the Easter egg hunt at church. It was supposed to be outside, but it poured on Good Friday (always seems to and I think it's somewhat fitting.) The kids were not any less excited to have to go inside a building for the Easter egg hunt. They had fun. Didn't matter if it was inside a classroom or on a baseball field. They even shared with Maggie.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Se_Xuo_zvBI/AAAAAAAAAlo/nzyQq3wQrmI/s1600-h/IMG_7378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327714080481590290" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Se_Xuo_zvBI/AAAAAAAAAlo/nzyQq3wQrmI/s200/IMG_7378.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Se_XuLOb_BI/AAAAAAAAAlY/7rsuSTOyGJs/s1600-h/IMG_7363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327714072489884690" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Se_XuLOb_BI/AAAAAAAAAlY/7rsuSTOyGJs/s200/IMG_7363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327714076439237858" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Se_XuZ8CVOI/AAAAAAAAAlg/vzxS_2kjL-0/s200/IMG_7367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Easter Sunday was a beautiful day. We came home and had a nice little dinner just the 5 of us. We had a wonderful day. The kids even cooperated and took some fantastic pictures for their momma. I couldn't have asked for anything more. It was a day to reflect on all that He did for us and gave for us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What a gift our awesome God gave us that day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Se_XtxQc_zI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/WhohQ8Aei4g/s1600-h/IMG_7394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327714065519017778" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Se_XtxQc_zI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/WhohQ8Aei4g/s200/IMG_7394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329574532901038754" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfZzzOWI6qI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/TG3SkZNEBNY/s200/IMG_7413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfZzyN7IkWI/AAAAAAAAAl4/omYyarH3b8I/s1600-h/IMG_7402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329574515607900514" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfZzyN7IkWI/AAAAAAAAAl4/omYyarH3b8I/s200/IMG_7402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfZzy_xdbmI/AAAAAAAAAmI/bBeAjYaV_1k/s1600-h/IMG_7409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329574528989097570" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfZzy_xdbmI/AAAAAAAAAmI/bBeAjYaV_1k/s200/IMG_7409.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfZzyvct_oI/AAAAAAAAAmA/HxmbnuYpg_c/s1600-h/IMG_7407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329574524607135362" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SfZzyvct_oI/AAAAAAAAAmA/HxmbnuYpg_c/s200/IMG_7407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aaron and I watched The Passion of the Christ shortly after Easter. I had seen it when it first came out in the theaters. What an emotional movie. You don't feel like doing anything afterwards except reflecting on what He did for us. Actually, at the end of the movie, all I can keep thinking is &lt;em&gt;He did that for me&lt;/em&gt;. I wasn't even thinking about everyone else.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He did that because He loves me that much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow!&lt;/p&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/3811083285376754433-5638457911926762721?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/5638457911926762721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=5638457911926762721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/5638457911926762721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/5638457911926762721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/04/3-weeks-gone-byoh-my.html' title='3 weeks gone by...oh my...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Se5ae0ea2OI/AAAAAAAAAjY/q2_AWfIfO_A/s72-c/IMG_7178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-1989112687541554543</id><published>2009-03-28T14:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T15:47:24.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>According to the pattern....</title><content type='html'>I was blessed to be able to awake this morning and head to church to hear my new dear friend, Wini, speak on God's pattern for our lives.  Of course, the time went by way too quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few notes from the gathering:&lt;br /&gt;There are 4 parts of the the pattern that God establishes for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pattern 1. God is Holy&lt;br /&gt;Pattern 2. God desires to dwell among His people.&lt;br /&gt;Pattern 3. God's people desperately need the presence of God.&lt;br /&gt;Pattern 4. God's people need each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her talk was based on the book of Exodus, when God delivered the Israelites from Egypt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pattern 1: God is Holy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exodus 3:2-5&lt;br /&gt;God is totally holy.  We have a very limited understanding of His holiness and faithfulness.&lt;br /&gt;Our idea of holy, loving, &amp;amp; faithfulness is tainted.&lt;br /&gt;God is perfectly holy, perfectly loving, and perfectly faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pattern 2: God desires to dwell among His people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't want to be distanced from His people. He wants to be close to us.&lt;br /&gt;Exodus 25:8-9 (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;"Then have them make a sanctuary for me, and I will dwell among them. Make this tabernacle and all its furnishings exactly like the pattern I will show you."&lt;br /&gt;God is expressing to the people that He wants the people to be aware of Him in their camp.&lt;br /&gt;John 1:14 (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;"The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the One and Only, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth."&lt;br /&gt;Jesus pitched his tent among us. Instead of His Holiness killing us, He died for our sins.&lt;br /&gt;The God that is so Holy &lt;em&gt;lives within us&lt;/em&gt; if we are believers!!!&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 3:16&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you know that you yourselves are God's temple and that God's Spirit lives in you?"&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 6:19-20&lt;br /&gt;"Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your body."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pattern 3: God's people desperately need the presence of God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exodus 33:15-16 (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;"Then Moses said to him, 'If your Presence does not go with us, do not send us up from here. How will anyone know that you are pleased with me and with your people unless you go with us? What else will distinguish me and your people from all the other people on the face of the earth?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing without my God. I may think I want something, but if God isn't on board I don't want to go there.&lt;br /&gt;I spend a lot of time looking at everything else going on in my world. I look at and worry about the job I am doing as a wife, mother, sister, friend, daughter.  I do all of this without focusing on Him. I worry about my ability to do what He has called me to do.  &lt;em&gt;He has the strength and the ability&lt;/em&gt;. Our eyes &lt;em&gt;must&lt;/em&gt; be on God.  He is with us and within us. He is sufficient and good.&lt;br /&gt;I know who I am without God. I remember the person I was before I truly asked God into my life. I know that I need His presence in my life &lt;em&gt;all of the time.&lt;/em&gt; I cannot be wife, mom, sister, friend, and daughter without Him.  For anything truly important to happen, He must be a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;All of my frustration and feeling discouraged and impatient over the last several weeks have been because I am depending on myself and waiting on others.  I wait until the last very second before I crack to call out to Him.  Why? If I would just do it first thing, I would save myself (and my husband) a lot of grief.  Why do that when God can just give me the simple reminder that even though I may be forgetful, scrambled, and downright crazy; He is not.  God wants to keep a teeny bit of that desperation there so that we come searching Him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;6 ways our lives are to be distinguished by the Spirit&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. study the word of God-we can't recognize Him if we don't get to know Him&lt;br /&gt;2. yield to God's control-don't be stiff necked, have to be teachable. You can't be so sure of who y&lt;br /&gt;    you are so that God can't mold you.&lt;br /&gt;3. pray for clear leadership and specific directions&lt;br /&gt;4. pray to recognize that direction&lt;br /&gt;5. make plans but hold them loosely&lt;br /&gt;6. learn to recognize peaces as a sign of God's will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live a life that God approves of. I want to please Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pattern 4: God's people need each other&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one person could accomplish/finish the tabernacle. It involved all of the skills of all of the people.&lt;br /&gt;Exodus 35:29&lt;br /&gt;Exodus 12:35-36&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 12:4-6&lt;br /&gt;"There are different kinds of gifts, but the same Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;There are different kinds of service, but the same Lord.&lt;br /&gt;There are diferent kinds of working, but the same God works all of them in all men."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take note of the people in your life who follow the pattern.&lt;br /&gt;Paul says, in 1 Corinthians 11:1, "Follow my example, as I follow the example of Christ."&lt;br /&gt;Look for the pattern in others who are following the pattern of our Lord.  A pattern for how to be a more godly wife, mom, daughter, sister, friend. &lt;br /&gt;As soon as Wini said that I immediately wrote down 4 women who have been that for me in my life since the moment I met them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are watching you to see who you're imitating...even if it's Christ in someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few notes added to the end of the conference:&lt;br /&gt;1. Sometimes God leads us into the wilderness. It's a way for God to bring you to Him so that we&lt;br /&gt;    can focus on Him.  He will make us desperate for Him so that we can be more intimate with&lt;br /&gt;    Him.&lt;br /&gt;2. We don't have to be "here" (in the santuary) to be in the sancutary.  Wherever you are you&lt;br /&gt;    can make it a sanctuary. God is right in the middle of whatever you are in.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Make it a sanctuary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-1989112687541554543?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/1989112687541554543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=1989112687541554543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/1989112687541554543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/1989112687541554543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/03/according-to-pattern.html' title='According to the pattern....'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-6604502765443997433</id><published>2009-03-25T23:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T12:10:29.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Because God made it that way....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/ScuoZGZfYeI/AAAAAAAAAjM/XAe3avF9tSI/s1600-h/IMG_7138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317528934208725474" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/ScuoZGZfYeI/AAAAAAAAAjM/XAe3avF9tSI/s200/IMG_7138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/ScuoZNVkOwI/AAAAAAAAAjE/ABNmKSctuwo/s1600-h/IMG_7145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317528936071314178" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/ScuoZNVkOwI/AAAAAAAAAjE/ABNmKSctuwo/s200/IMG_7145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/ScuoYtGZO9I/AAAAAAAAAi8/T7PlqOyP59g/s1600-h/IMG_7144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317528927417744338" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/ScuoYtGZO9I/AAAAAAAAAi8/T7PlqOyP59g/s200/IMG_7144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/ScuoYWh-0aI/AAAAAAAAAi0/p4C85ZOEBkk/s1600-h/IMG_7143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317528921359438242" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/ScuoYWh-0aI/AAAAAAAAAi0/p4C85ZOEBkk/s200/IMG_7143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/ScuoXhLFsWI/AAAAAAAAAis/EipsbXPqfLs/s1600-h/IMG_7142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317528907036340578" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/ScuoXhLFsWI/AAAAAAAAAis/EipsbXPqfLs/s200/IMG_7142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Sunday, Molly learned all about God making Adam and Eve. Now everything is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Because God made it that way."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is followed by a look given to us by our daughter that seems to simply say, "Duh".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kidding around the other morning, I asked her why her shirt had pockets. I told her I thought only pants had 2 pockets on them. I was doing her hair at the time and she was standing on her stool staring back at me in the mirror. She tilted her head, put her hands on her hips and said,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Cause God made it that way!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight she was coloring a picture for her cousin. She looked down at her coloring book and crayons. She decided it was important to interrupt my phone conversation with my sister to state that God made crayons and coloring book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amen!&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/3811083285376754433-6604502765443997433?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/6604502765443997433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=6604502765443997433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/6604502765443997433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/6604502765443997433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/03/because-god-made-it-that-way.html' title='Because God made it that way....'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/ScuoZGZfYeI/AAAAAAAAAjM/XAe3avF9tSI/s72-c/IMG_7138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-2911146419368670956</id><published>2009-03-23T22:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T23:16:58.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'>9 months and then some....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SchKdybm6JI/AAAAAAAAAhE/qIwDB3b8E1s/s1600-h/IMG_7076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316581235725101202" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SchKdybm6JI/AAAAAAAAAhE/qIwDB3b8E1s/s200/IMG_7076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SchKffaGOnI/AAAAAAAAAhk/ltiPSNbrc0Q/s1600-h/IMG_7093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316581264978229874" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SchKffaGOnI/AAAAAAAAAhk/ltiPSNbrc0Q/s200/IMG_7093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SchKfQ-p8_I/AAAAAAAAAhc/uTmkqajvBdk/s1600-h/IMG_7115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316581261105034226" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SchKfQ-p8_I/AAAAAAAAAhc/uTmkqajvBdk/s200/IMG_7115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SchKemBXfCI/AAAAAAAAAhU/tROzEOsixZE/s1600-h/IMG_7102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316581249573682210" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SchKemBXfCI/AAAAAAAAAhU/tROzEOsixZE/s200/IMG_7102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SchKeezGaKI/AAAAAAAAAhM/4Mp584UQt5Q/s1600-h/IMG_7086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316581247634794658" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SchKeezGaKI/AAAAAAAAAhM/4Mp584UQt5Q/s200/IMG_7086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On her 9 month birthday, Maggie discovered baby dolls. She loves her! She is really fond of one of Molly's first dolls. It's a doll that I wanted Molly to love early on her in lifetime. Nope, she found the boy stuff much more fun. It wasn't until much later that Molly wanted to play with babydolls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SchL2jscejI/AAAAAAAAAhs/SoSM51fSMLM/s1600-h/IMG_7101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316582760777546290" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SchL2jscejI/AAAAAAAAAhs/SoSM51fSMLM/s200/IMG_7101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SchL3RXIGmI/AAAAAAAAAh0/K5HOf-B7Cbw/s1600-h/IMG_7073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316582773036161634" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SchL3RXIGmI/AAAAAAAAAh0/K5HOf-B7Cbw/s200/IMG_7073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maggie is so sweet with them. Smiling when she gets a hold of her new best friend. She immediately hugs and kisses her. She is growing up so fast. I can't believe that she'll be a whole year old in just a few short months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few other notes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Sunday, Max was unable to attend church because of a fever that he had been spiking every few hours.  He had a good cough on top of that so Aaron stayed home from church with him and the Maggie.  He had a good time with his daddy and we enjoyed the rest of the afternoon as a family.  Whenever the kids miss a Sunday school class their teachers send them a little card and their bible story worksheet to do with Mom &amp;amp; Dad.  (Have I ever mentioned how much I love our church?!?) So this past Thursday, Max's little card and bible story arrived in the mail shortly before lunchtime.  Max was excited to receive his mail and then continued on with what he was doing.  In the meantime, I was comforting Molly because she didn't receive anything this week (because she was in church!)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later on, I was busy making mac &amp;amp; cheese for lunch and laying Maggie down for a nap.  The kids were watching Tom &amp;amp; Jerry.  We all started eating our lunch.  (I sometimes allow the kids to watch Tom &amp;amp; Jerry during lunch if I'm lucky enough to get Maggie down for a nap at this time....eating lunch in peace &amp;amp; quiet is almost as great as I imagine winning the lottery would be.)  I had taken a few bites of my lunch when Max walked in with  his cheeks all red and chin quivering. I initially thought that he had bitten his tongue or something.  His hands tightened up into little fists and he started rubbing his eyes and crying.&lt;br /&gt;"What's wrong buddy?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I don't want that sad card. I want a happy card." (The card he received in the mail from his Sunday School teacher had a pic of an alligator holding a kleenex box and tears flowing down. It said, "We're sorry you're sick. Get well soon.")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What do you mean?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I don't want to have a fever anymore. I am done coughing. I don't want to cough anymore. I don't want to miss children's church again."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, I hugged him and started crying.  Later on that day when Aaron got home, Max took the card off of the fridge and started all over again for his daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We recovered nicely and he made it to church yesterday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another Max story:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids and I have gone to a few consignment sales over the last couple of weeks.  The first one was great....found some good stuff.  Second one was alright.  I found a few things, but the lines were so long that the girls and I put down our stuff and left.  The third ended in laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first 2 sales took debit cards so I suppose I just assumed that the 3rd one did too.  Nope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one was on a Friday so all 3 kids were on board.  We got there right at 9 and then went to check out at 10:30.  They don't take cards.  Cash or check.  (Well, I had just received the new Dave Ramsey Envelope System that I won and I stuck the checkbook in there....I guess it's saving me money that way b/c I couldn't buy those clothes that day.) Anyhow, so we drop the stuff, including the new unopened truck Max picked out for a buck.  As we are walking out to the car, Max asks us where we are going.  I tell him that we are going to the car.  He replied, "We're going to the car to get your money and then we are going back in to get my truck right?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No son, we're not.  They don't take momma's card and I don't have my checkbook."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Momma, we're going to go get money and then come back for my truck right?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No honey.  Like I said, we are getting in the car and going home."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Max stops in the middle of the parking lot, looks up at me and says, "This is a joke right Momma?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh how I laughed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My boy....officially 4.5 years old on this past Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that's all for now.&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/3811083285376754433-2911146419368670956?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/2911146419368670956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=2911146419368670956' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/2911146419368670956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/2911146419368670956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/03/9-months-and-then-some.html' title='9 months and then some....'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SchKdybm6JI/AAAAAAAAAhE/qIwDB3b8E1s/s72-c/IMG_7076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-1158004835663953817</id><published>2009-03-20T00:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T01:03:28.509-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A few notes from the Esther study...</title><content type='html'>If I've said it once, I've said it a million times....I am amazed at God's work that is done through Beth Moore.  We have one more session left and the second to last was just as great as the others. Lots of fantastic discussion, but I am just going to mention a few things and then go on about one thing in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An excerpt from &lt;u&gt;The Queen and I&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When, because of your faith, your life too becomes perceptibly different; when your reactions are quite opposite to what the situation seems to call for and your activities can no longer be explained in terms of your personality; that is when your neighborhood will sit up and take notice. In the eyes of the world, it is not our relationship with Jesus Christ that counts; it is our resemblance to Him!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that the Holy Spirit shines through me so that others search out Jesus Christ.  Oh, the work and molding that needs to be done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 49:16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your walls are ever before me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He holds us so tightly by Him that we are engraved in His hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have often thought about going out into the world and helping people; telling them all about Jesus and the sense of love, joy, security, and calm loving Him brings to my life. (Not that there aren't a million times a day I have to have Him remind me of those things too.)&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful would that be? I often think about how I hope to one day touch someone like my "mentors" have here in KY.&lt;br /&gt;With those thoughts though, I think about someone looking right back at me after witnessing to them and having them tell me something to the effect of: "Well, of course you believe in Jesus. You have a wonderful life."&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful childhood, my parents have been married for 36 years, my grandparents close to 60, have great siblings, grew up out in the country, was able to go to college, married a fabulous man, 3 strong and healthy children, job security, food on the table, insurance, camping trips, etc. etc. I believe the greatest struggle my family ever got through had God's hands all over it.  Maybe not at the time because I was young, but I remember lying in bed at night praying. &lt;br /&gt;So where am I going with all of this?  Beth Moore posed a question during Monday night's session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Am I strong or just spoiled?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had just put all of those rambling thoughts into 6 words!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I want to be strong for my Jesus.  I want to be patient. I want to be faithful.&lt;br /&gt;He has blessed me.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that if I were called upon to be strong, that I would do it and not cower and crumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galatians 5:22-23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-1158004835663953817?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/1158004835663953817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=1158004835663953817' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/1158004835663953817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/1158004835663953817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/03/few-notes-from-esther-study.html' title='A few notes from the Esther study...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-3745496373835799737</id><published>2009-03-16T14:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T14:06:47.361-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And the winner is...</title><content type='html'>ME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; excited!!!&lt;br /&gt;I entered a giveaway at &lt;a href="http://www.faithfulprovisions.com/"&gt;Faithful Provisions&lt;/a&gt;.  She has an awesome site! Be sure to check it out!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh...almost forgot...&lt;br /&gt;I won a Dave Ramsey Envelope System!!!  Along with Faithful Provisions, be sure to check out &lt;a href="http://www.daveramsey.com/"&gt;Dave Ramsey&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;Hope you are all having a blessed day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-3745496373835799737?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/3745496373835799737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=3745496373835799737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/3745496373835799737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/3745496373835799737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-winner-is.html' title='And the winner is...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-5951719752174377884</id><published>2009-03-13T07:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T07:24:57.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Kentucky summer or winter?</title><content type='html'>This was taken shortly before dinner time on Tuesday....it was about 82 degrees.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SbpB0NhTnuI/AAAAAAAAAg0/rU0kkQDfkbM/s1600-h/IMG_7050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312631075675283170" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SbpB0NhTnuI/AAAAAAAAAg0/rU0kkQDfkbM/s200/IMG_7050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken less than 36 hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SbpB0SwkmhI/AAAAAAAAAg8/-PT-81Fv2ho/s1600-h/IMG_7052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312631077081487890" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SbpB0SwkmhI/AAAAAAAAAg8/-PT-81Fv2ho/s200/IMG_7052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's now Friday morning and there are about 5 inches out there...in here, we're hoping Aaron gets a snow day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-5951719752174377884?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/5951719752174377884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=5951719752174377884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/5951719752174377884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/5951719752174377884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/03/kentucky-summer-or-winter.html' title='A Kentucky summer or winter?'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SbpB0NhTnuI/AAAAAAAAAg0/rU0kkQDfkbM/s72-c/IMG_7050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-6698712381304947796</id><published>2009-03-12T16:38:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T00:57:08.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A week of Sunshine and Revival...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sbl0NAt3iyI/AAAAAAAAAgk/2AXixjRGTVQ/s1600-h/IMG_7021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312405002339715874" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sbl0NAt3iyI/AAAAAAAAAgk/2AXixjRGTVQ/s200/IMG_7021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sbl0MsxFvyI/AAAAAAAAAgc/c4smSy54Aqg/s1600-h/IMG_7004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312404996984520482" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sbl0MsxFvyI/AAAAAAAAAgc/c4smSy54Aqg/s200/IMG_7004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sbl0MFSb3PI/AAAAAAAAAgU/fhDVTBwdTUc/s1600-h/IMG_7012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312404986386963698" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sbl0MFSb3PI/AAAAAAAAAgU/fhDVTBwdTUc/s200/IMG_7012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sbl0LwOrlBI/AAAAAAAAAgM/2R9jNpF79fs/s1600-h/IMG_7025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312404980734071826" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sbl0LwOrlBI/AAAAAAAAAgM/2R9jNpF79fs/s200/IMG_7025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last time I wrote, I was enjoying the peace &amp;amp; quiet a sleeping baby and 2 children out with their daddy to Blockbuster brings. That was close to a week ago. Has it really gone by the fast? It has been an &lt;em&gt;awesome &lt;/em&gt;week. The weekend was filled with temperatures in the 80's that held on thru the first half of the week (now I sit Thursday evening...with at least 4 inches of snow on the ground). Max was running around in only his camo pants. He was busy getting a little sun on his back while his momma was getting sunburn on her nose. The summer weather was fantastic, but what has made my week was the revival at church. Honestly, Aaron and I were really curious and a bit hesitant at the mention of the word. All we know about revivals is what we've seen on the television. Visions of white tents, people fainting and being miraculously healed. We would have never thought that we would be a part of a Southern Baptist Church let alone attending the church's revival services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish everyone I know could have been a part of it. God has His hands on that church. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before moving to KY, I prayed for God to show us the way to a church. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, I worried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, He took care of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before moving to KY, I prayed to God for good friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, I worried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, He took care of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before moving to KY, I cried to Aaron that no one would be there to visit when Maggie was born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, I cried more than once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, He sent people. I had more visitors than when Max &amp;amp; Molly were born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our God is a Good God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The church welcomed &lt;a href="http://www.portermemorial.com/"&gt;Dr. Bill Henard&lt;/a&gt;. If you get the opportunity go to the &lt;a href="http://www.portermemorial.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; and download a few of his sermons. Put your ipod ears in and listen. You can't help but be moved by his words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two things will always stay with me about this revival. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, how I truly did feel God moving within the church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondly, Pastor Bill posed a question on Tuesday night. If Jesus walked down Main Street tonight would He know me by name? That really struck Aaron and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were 4 nights of revival. Each one held a significant message. Overall, it was all about what is keeping us from God. All of these notes come from Pastor Bill's message. I was writing fast so I'll do my best to make them into coherent sentences. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday, March 8 ~ Morning Service&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just and will forive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness." 1 John 1:9&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We need to take a look in our life &amp;amp; recognize what is keeping and will keep us from seeing what God wants for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We need to rid ourselves from guilt. There are 2 types of guilt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. real guilt -guilt for sin against God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. self-imposed guilt - guilt imposed upon us by others&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our only release from guilt is through God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of us run from God instead of going to Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will never enjoy the fulfillment, joy, purpose if we continue to carry around our guilt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have become comfortable with the sin that already exists in our life. We don't even realize it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In order to set yourself free from guilt you must:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Admit your need - confess to God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get honest with God about it and then let it go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's amazing how we will break the exquisite to hang onto the insignificant. This is what sin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;does to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Trust God's character.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is Faithful.&lt;br /&gt;He is a Covenant God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is Just.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God does not release us from our guilt for a cost. He just does it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasn't enough for Jesus just to grow old and die. He was crucified for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgiving has to do with releasing &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;forgetting. You &lt;u&gt;have&lt;/u&gt; to &lt;u&gt;trust&lt;/u&gt; the character of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Believe His Promises &amp;amp; Receive them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you willing to be forgiven? Are you tired of feeling guilty? God will forgive you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Satan is good at reminding us of our sin. Allow God to cleanse you. Let Him remove the stain &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of sin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be a reminder of the blessing of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT IS IT THAT IS KEEPING US FROM BEING WHAT GOD WANTS US TO BE???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday, March 8 ~ Evening worship&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 Chronicles 7:10-15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When God shows up it's a scary thing b/c none of us can remain the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God speaks to Solomon, "if you want me to cme and fill this place - listen to me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOD SPEAKS TO HIS PEOPLE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He reminds us of why we need him. Take current condition of the world for example. We put our trust in money, investments, stock market, property, man...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;we have forgotten about GOD!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We criticize our goverment for taking prayer out of our schools and abortions on demand...Christians themselves have moved Him out of their own lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we want to see God move-it has to start with us. We belong to Him. It can't start with the lost or those who are out to get the Christians. It &lt;em&gt;must &lt;/em&gt;begin with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOD SETS SPIRITUAL REQUIREMENTS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He sets the following requirements out before us:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Humility- I see who I am in light of who God is. Not in light of everyone else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Prayer- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a. falling prostrate on the ground &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b. facing judgment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do we want to see God in our schools, nation, etc. again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Passion-He says, "seek my face". We need to know Him intimately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seek His face, not His hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Repentance- Turn from the evil of our ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We don't need to look any farther than our own heart for evil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we do these things &lt;em&gt;God will&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Hear us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Forgive us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is it? What is it that keeps me from seeing God move?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unforgiveness&lt;/em&gt;. Because I am unforgiving it keeps me from seeing God move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We always think that the person that wronged us &lt;em&gt;owes &lt;/em&gt;us something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How about I take what they owe me and I give it to Christ and He can do with them what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He will. It's not so much about forgetting as releasing. Trust that our God is a Just God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. He will heal us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He solicits a personal response. He will sit back &amp;amp; wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DO WE NOT NEED A FRESH OUTPOURING OF GOD'S LOVE ON US?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday, March 9&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;John 4:1-26&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ultimate priority is doing everything for the glory of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why has God left us here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So He would use us to reach those who don't know Jesus Christ. We are His instruments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 simple things that evangalism must be:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;must be intentional-&lt;/em&gt;We must be intentionally and passionately telling others about Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acts 2:41, 47, 4:4, 20, 31, 5:14, 32, 42, 6:1, 7&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;must be relational&lt;/em&gt;-evangalism moves along the road of relationships&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We aren't reaching the lost in the world because we aren't making relationships. We are &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;busy being in a hurry, on computer, getting thru the day, our own lives. (I am extremely &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guilty of this!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relationships must be intentional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;must be confrontational&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now of course, this doesn't mean the nasty, ugly kind of confrontation. The notes from my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bible explain it this way: The woman in John 4 &lt;em&gt;kept trying to change the subject when she &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;realizes that Jesus knew so much about her. &lt;/em&gt;He was confrontational about it. ....&lt;em&gt;He gently &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;steered the direction back to Jesus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday, March 10&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luke 19:1-10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to receive God's goodness on you, you have to repent of your sins. Change direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is repentance? What must I do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Must desire to encounter Jesus personally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can become mediocre and may not even realize that God isn't there anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We continue to do things the way we've always done them, but there is no fruit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask Him, is my heart pure? Am I right with You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want the power of God on your life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. expect opposition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People complained when Jesus stayed with Zaccehaeus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you get right with God, there will be people that will get upset. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to get right with God...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. you need to exhibit a real change in your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a. repent of your sins-if you are watching, listening, participating, &amp;amp; doing the same things you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;were doing before you were right with God, you will go right back where you started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make the decision, "God here are the things that lead me into sin and here is what I am &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;going to do about it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b. restoring of past offenses- Zacceheaus said he'd pay back four times the amount. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we have done something to wrong someone we need to ask God for repentance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Repentance says that there is no excuse. When you repent, don't give reasons why you did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what you did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world is saying the church isn't relevant. That is because they don't see God in us Christians.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to see the power of God on us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. we need to look at God's gifts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let your children and family see the change God has made in you. If you want it to change, allow it to begin with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday, March 11&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 Kings 5:1-14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do we resist the Holy Spirit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One reason ~ &lt;em&gt;pride&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of pride we miss out on all sorts of things God has planned for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can we overcome pride in our life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, realize how pride gets in the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sin doesn't care about time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carelessness of pride causes us to keep ourselves from God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sin doesn't care who you are. It's impartial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sin doesn't only effect us physically, but effects us spirtually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second, avoid catastrophe of pride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Makes us think that we are doing God a favor when we listen to Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You &lt;em&gt;cannot&lt;/em&gt; bargin with God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**We are afraid of what other people will think-even our family members.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There will come a time when God will stop talking to you. Hebrews 3:8-11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You won't even know it's happening to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thirdly, to avoid the peril of pride you need to surrender to the cure for pride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God doesn't just patch you up and make you better...He makes you new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's how complete His forgiveness is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God demands you surrender to Him on His terms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;None of us knows what's going to happen tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't listen to pride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listen to God. Go to Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What do I need to do to have Christ in my life:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Repent of sins - turning away from sin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Trust in Christ. He is your one and only Savior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Surrender to Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-willing to be obedient&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-give your life over to Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leave &lt;em&gt;brand new.&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/3811083285376754433-6698712381304947796?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/6698712381304947796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=6698712381304947796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/6698712381304947796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/6698712381304947796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/03/week-of-sunshine-and-revival.html' title='A week of Sunshine and Revival...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/Sbl0NAt3iyI/AAAAAAAAAgk/2AXixjRGTVQ/s72-c/IMG_7021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-1307704081499435045</id><published>2009-03-06T19:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:16:46.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A few minutes of quiet...</title><content type='html'>Just laid down a &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; tired eight and a half month old. Husband and kids are at Blockbuster picking out a movie for family night.  Family night should be wrapping up here in a half hour, but I'll be shocked if it actually begins in a half hour. &lt;br /&gt;It's funny how when you look at the clock and you think, "It's only 11 a.m.?!?", and next thing you know you are running late on fixing dinner. &lt;br /&gt;I made homemade mac &amp;amp; cheese tonight.  Because it didn't look like Kraft mac &amp;amp; cheese, Max took about an hour to eat his.  Geez...I'm not sure why I worked so hard on it.&lt;br /&gt;I have found a few new blogs.  &lt;a href="http://unlessthelord.blogspot.com/"&gt;Unless the Lord &lt;/a&gt; is the blog where I found the yogurt recipe.  Haven't tried making it yet, but probably will b/c the big container of yougurt is just as expensive as the little cups.  &lt;a href="http://likeawarmcupofcoffee.blogspot.com/"&gt;Like a Warm Cup of Coffee &lt;/a&gt;is a pretty good blog I found too.  She has some different blog series that I've been taking a peek at in my spare time.&lt;br /&gt;The weather is &lt;em&gt;fantastic&lt;/em&gt; around here.  Tomorrow we are going to hit the park.  The burger patties are ready to go...well that's about all that's ready to go.  I am going to try to sneak out of here early in the a.m. for a little Suzanne time.  Then I'll be ready to come home, sit outside with the kids, and hopefully catch a little sun on my face.&lt;br /&gt;The revival at church begins on Sunday.  I have to say it sounded a little scary to me at first.  Now, I am really pumped for it.  Aaron keeps saying that he sometimes feel like we're in a Quantam Leap episode.  Maybe God has a purpose for us through this revival and then He will bring a few answers.  Only He knows.&lt;br /&gt;I think that's the door...movie is here...and I have yet to make popcorn....oops!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-1307704081499435045?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/1307704081499435045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=1307704081499435045' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/1307704081499435045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/1307704081499435045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/03/few-minutes-of-quiet.html' title='A few minutes of quiet...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-6036276390272653273</id><published>2009-03-02T23:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:58:47.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday...</title><content type='html'>Ever since Aaron began a regular 5 day, Monday thru Friday work-week, Mondays have taken on a different feeling in our household.  I find myself dreading them a bit and even more so since cabin fever has set in on me and my kiddos. It didn't get to 30 degrees today, but the sun was shining giving the kids a reason to complain and whine most of the day about wanting to go outside and play soccer.  No can do.  Will not do.  Now I don't mind going out in cold weather...bundling them up and heading out, but it has to be at least 40 to do that.  So, needless to say, it was a bit of a long day. &lt;br /&gt;Skip forward several hours.&lt;br /&gt;I am getting the kids dinner ready. (Hot dogs...I know Stace, no nutritional value, but it's quick and I got to go to bible study tonight.) So while I was getting just the right amount of ketchup on Max's bun he says to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommmmmmma, when is daddy gonna be home? I've had a rough day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, I thought.  I've been thinking the same thing since noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I really do love my job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-6036276390272653273?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/6036276390272653273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=6036276390272653273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/6036276390272653273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/6036276390272653273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/03/monday.html' title='Monday...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-5943872140079132682</id><published>2009-02-28T23:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T23:40:17.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Esther...Session 6</title><content type='html'>I CANNOT believe it took me this long to post about the Esther session last week.  I couldn't wait to leave the bible study last Monday night b/c I wanted to come home and tell Aaron all about it and then immediately call my sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several minutes into the DVD Beth Moore said something to the effect of, "I know you all are sittin' there wonderin' when we are going to fill in the blanks on your study guides".  She said we were going to have to do some digging this week to get the message, but that it'd be well worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was right!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the study we were all speechless.  Once again...fabulous this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****If you are a woman....you all must track down a church in your area that is doing this study.  Then you must commit to going every week...no matter what comes up.  You will NOT be disappointed.  (Have I mentioned that???)*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...a few notes....here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Thank Him for what He has already done and for what He has left to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Isn't it &lt;em&gt;AWESOME &lt;/em&gt;to look at life and say, "That had to be God!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Everything happening in the narrative of Esther is allowed by God - He is using &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; in the narrative to bring it back around.  He is using the fear, anger, desperation, all of it to bring it back around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I loved it when Beth Moore said, "It's mighty good theology when God doesn't seem anywhere near."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~God caused King Xerxes insomnia that very night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~The pivot point usually comes at the climax of the story.  Not so in Esther.  The pivot point is when King Xerxes couldn't sleep that night and called for the chronicles of his reign and questioned whether or not Mordecai had ever been rewarded for what he did.  It did not occur at the climax, when Esther called out Haman. &lt;br /&gt;~If the two had met it would have been Esther's doing.  Instead it was &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~&lt;/em&gt;Esther was called to do the &lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt; not the how.  She didn't have to wonder how to save her people.  All she had to do was do what she was called to do, &lt;em&gt;be obedient to God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Beth Moore spoke about reversal of destiny and peripety, a sudden change.&lt;br /&gt;She pointed out that the greatest peripety happened while we were asleep. &lt;br /&gt;As we lay our head down at night we'll never know what He has planned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 20:1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-5943872140079132682?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/5943872140079132682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=5943872140079132682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/5943872140079132682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/5943872140079132682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/02/esthersession-6.html' title='Esther...Session 6'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-8946887205633726523</id><published>2009-02-24T23:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:37:53.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the day the Lord has made....</title><content type='html'>...let us rejoice and be glad in it.  Psalm 118:24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron and I have been waiting for this day.  He more than me.  I want so much to encourage him and lift him up everyday.  I feel like I do a lousy job of it.  So today while the girls and I were driving to Max's school to pick Max up, that bible verse just popped into my head.  It was as if God were sitting in the passenger's seat, He switched off the CD and said listen up, "This is the day I made, how about you and your man rejoice in it instead of worrying when the news is going to come".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message received loud and clear.  As soon as we pulled up to the school, I pulled out my cell and texted my beloved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself so often wishing for the hours of the afternoon to quickly pass by instead of rejoicing in every minute of that God has made just for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-8946887205633726523?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/8946887205633726523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=8946887205633726523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/8946887205633726523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/8946887205633726523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-day-lord-has-made.html' title='This is the day the Lord has made....'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-4365148118150033603</id><published>2009-02-23T20:30:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T21:34:10.598-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Award...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SaNsLiYMq5I/AAAAAAAAAf4/bqSWFKO9lZQ/s1600-h/honestscrap%5B5%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306203731435236242" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SaNsLiYMq5I/AAAAAAAAAf4/bqSWFKO9lZQ/s200/honestscrap%5B5%5D.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you, thank you, thank you to my great friend &lt;a href="http://www.amandalyn717.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt; . She gave me my very first blog award. I LOVE it! I can't wait to post it on my blog and pass it on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The award, however, comes with rules.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rules of the award: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Choose a minimum of 7 blogs that you find brilliant in content or design. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Show the 7 winners names and links on your blog, and leave a comment informing them that they were prized with "Honest Scrap." Well, there's no prize, but they can keep the nifty icon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) List at least 10 honest things about yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok...first things first....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The blogs I am awarding...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://momentsinthedaytoday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stacy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lifewiththebrocks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Carrie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sahmissionary.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Stay at Home Missionary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://amandalyn717.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/"&gt;A Holy Experience&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amanda did 5 so I am doing 5 :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are so many blogs that I love. It's become quite the addiction in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are 10 things about me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love reading blogs. I wish that I could write as eloquently as some of the ones I read. I love that so many women take time out of their busy days to tell me the best deals I can find out there. I find comfort in those blogs that speak of their relationship with the Lord Jesus Christ. I am amazed at the strength and faith at those who mourn and grieve through their blogs. I love knowing that no matter where in the world you are a mom, your stories are eerily similar. Oh, why do I find blogs so intriguing?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I believe that God put my family smack dab, right in the middle of this little town in Kentucky at this exact time for a reason.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think expensive purses/bags are silly. Why should I spend hundreds of dollars on something that will never have more than a 20 dollar bill inside of it?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am still proud of my 3-point record in high school.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I am most proud of giving birth to Maggie with no drugs. (God knew to make it quick though...He knows I couldn't take much more than a half hour.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As much as I sometimes complain about how much my kids drive me batty....there is nothing else in the world I'd rather be doing than simply being their mommy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I couldn't be the mom I am without my husband.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would love to fulfill the destiny God has laid out for me in such a way that would make Him proud.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I lived in MI all my life and didn't go over the Mackinac Bridge until I was 23.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a great life. My childhood was great, I have great parents, college was great, my married life is great, my kids are great, my friends are great. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&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&gt;&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-4365148118150033603?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/4365148118150033603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=4365148118150033603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/4365148118150033603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/4365148118150033603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-first-award.html' title='My First Award...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SaNsLiYMq5I/AAAAAAAAAf4/bqSWFKO9lZQ/s72-c/honestscrap%5B5%5D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-7566467313174908838</id><published>2009-02-20T20:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T20:49:19.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Esther...2/15</title><content type='html'>Another great Esther study by &lt;a href="http://www.lproof.org/"&gt;Beth&lt;/a&gt; Moore.  I sat thru this study last Sunday evening and have been meaning to blog about it all week.  I can't believe it's Friday again already.  Anyhow...here are some of my notes from last Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;This particular week was FANTASTIC for me and my husband.  A big part of it was on waiting.  Waiting on the Lord.  Not on any one event.  His time is Perfect....He is never late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Providence is one of the most important concepts in the book of Esther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Karen Jobes says,&lt;br /&gt;"A cross scepter is held out for us. We have to touch it. We have to accept that.  We have to put our faith in Him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****side note....it's amazing to me how when I go to a Sunday or Monday night bible study somehow it ties in with Sunday morning's sermon.  Last Sunday our Pastor spoke about the cost of salvation.  That evening Beth Moore spoke about it at our study.*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot straddle the fence AND fulfill our God-given destiny. We must give up or let go of whatever it is that is holding us back from being a child of God.  It's costly. We must give up the pegan things in order to wear the royal robes.  &lt;br /&gt;God will still do what He is going to do...we'll just miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women have the gift of influence.  We are not powerless.  God entrusts us with power and influence.  There is a power that comes with wisdom and wait.&lt;br /&gt;Job 34:2-4....Words sound right, but just don't taste right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our culture trains us in impatience.  Wait is such an inconvenience in our society. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acts 1:4-5&lt;br /&gt;On one occasion, while he was eating with them, he gave them this command: "Do not leave Jerusalem, but wait for the gift my Father promised, which you have heard me speak about.  For John baptized with water, but in a few days you will be baptized with the Holy Spirit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~If we lose the ability to wait we will never see the fulfillment of our greatest purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes God is saying "let's just see how far this goes".  The higher our ego goes the farther it has to fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God says, "You can humble yourselves or I will humble you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 40:31 (KJV)&lt;br /&gt;But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing more exhausting than waiting. If we wait on Him, He will renew us.  Ask Him to discipline us to wait on Him. &lt;br /&gt;Our strength will be depleted if we're waiting on a thing, on an event.  If we wait &lt;em&gt;on God, &lt;/em&gt;we will be renewed in strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WAIT UPON THE LORD!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-7566467313174908838?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/7566467313174908838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=7566467313174908838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/7566467313174908838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/7566467313174908838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/02/esther215.html' title='Esther...2/15'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-6655978658211075807</id><published>2009-02-20T19:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T19:59:48.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A few coupon codes....</title><content type='html'>Our new venture of cloth diapering will begin on Monday.  (Thank you &lt;a href="http://lifewiththebrocks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Carrie&lt;/a&gt; !!!!)  I ended up finding them the least expensive at &lt;a href="http://www.diapers.com/"&gt;www.diapers.com&lt;/a&gt; when I used the coupon code BABY10.&lt;br /&gt;That code will give you $10 off your order.  I am not sure if that's for just first time customers or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other code I found was for The Children's Place.  The code is SA29.  You get 15% off your order.  We were just in the store the other day.  TONS of cute spring and Easter stuff.  I am just waiting for the weather to hit the 60's again and then I may be really inspired to use that code.  I think this one expires the 28th of the this month....next Saturday I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Shopping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-6655978658211075807?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/6655978658211075807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=6655978658211075807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/6655978658211075807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/6655978658211075807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/02/few-coupon-codes.html' title='A few coupon codes....'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-3563156615578824285</id><published>2009-02-20T19:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T19:47:59.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My 8 month old...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305044171287939218" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SZ9NkQNfyJI/AAAAAAAAAfI/HiI0_ELw7G0/s200/IMG_6785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SZ9NlCSGGNI/AAAAAAAAAfg/zR3B53F8qnA/s1600-h/IMG_6792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305044184729000146" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SZ9NlCSGGNI/AAAAAAAAAfg/zR3B53F8qnA/s200/IMG_6792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SZ9Nk0vNQ6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/x0yDoTlycjE/s1600-h/IMG_6796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305044181093008290" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SZ9Nk0vNQ6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/x0yDoTlycjE/s200/IMG_6796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SZ9Nkqicg_I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/uKoBP67Us08/s1600-h/IMG_6764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305044178355127282" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SZ9Nkqicg_I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/uKoBP67Us08/s200/IMG_6764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Maggie....8 months ago today. I'm not sure what is harder to wrap my head around...the fact that Molly will be 3 in 2 short months or that Maggie will soon be a one year old.&lt;br /&gt;Maggie is our little sweetie.  It's like she was sprinkled with a little bit of angel dust before being sent to us.  Hopefully in 13 years I'll still be able to say the same thing :)  She loves sitting up and hanging out with her brother and sister without having to do it on her tummy or back.  She LOVE big people food.  Chicken pot pie is her new favorite...she is her daddy's daughter.  She is still sleeping like a champ. Her second night home she slept from midnight to 6 a.m. and with the exception of a few nights here and there for a little 3a.m. snack, she has never looked back.  The other night she went to bed at 6:30 and slept until 7:30 the next morning.  It must be b/c she is the 3rd child...just like her momma and daddy. &lt;br /&gt;Oh how the Lord has blessed us so!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-3563156615578824285?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/3563156615578824285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=3563156615578824285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/3563156615578824285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/3563156615578824285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-8-month-old.html' title='My 8 month old...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SZ9NkQNfyJI/AAAAAAAAAfI/HiI0_ELw7G0/s72-c/IMG_6785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-8244172403686927551</id><published>2009-02-17T23:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T09:49:25.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust &amp; Faith...</title><content type='html'>The past week or so I have been praying to God for some guidance. Tonight He brought me to the book of Habakkuk. (The first time I heard this book, I didn't think it was really in the Bible.) Habakkuk is a tiny book. Three chapters long. Filled to the brim with the answers I was looking for. A few times over the last 10 days I have been asking myself and my husband, "how do I witness to someone who questions God because of all of the horrible things that happen in this world?" And horrific &amp;amp; horrible things do happen in this world and way too often. Some days it is &lt;em&gt;hard&lt;/em&gt; to find God within these stories. I have been praying for the Lord to give me some answers. Today He did.&lt;br /&gt;I emailed Aaron today and asked him to give me some scripture ideas. He wrote back telling me that he couldn't think of any off the top of his head, but to look up despair and hope in the back of my bible. Under despair were several bible verses. The 11th one was Habakkuk 3:17-18. Of course, while I was reading it I was outside with 2 of our children and sidetracked with their antics. I closed my bible and headed inside to clean, wash up, start dinner, get Maggie up from her nap, etc. After our evening routine, getting Max's class snack together, cleaning up the kitchen, and reading a little bit I headed upstairs to continue on with my homework for Beth Moore's Esther bible study. Aaron and I began chatting again about this nagging question and where is the answer? Should I email our pastor back in Michigan and ask his thoughts on it? Then I remembered the verse I had found earlier in the day and I read it Aaron. I then read the notes at the bottom of the page. "Amen." was Aaron's response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is what I found. I found that I didn't need to ask Aaron (although God worked thru him to lead me to Habakkuk) and I didn't need to email our Pastor (although I will still probably do that because God does His work through him too).&lt;br /&gt;All I needed to do was to be in The Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all from the Life Application Study Bible (NIV).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When Habakkuk was troubled, he brought his concerns directly to God. After receiving God's answers, he responded with a prayer of faith. Habakkuk's example is one that should encourage us as we struggle to move from doubt to faith. We don't have to be afraid to ask questions of God. &lt;u&gt;The problem is not with God and His ways but with our limited understanding of Him."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The purpose of Habakkuk is to show that God is still in control fo the world despite the apparent triumph of evil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God wants us to come to Him with our struggles and doubts. His answers may not be what we expect, however. God sustains us by revealing himself to us. &lt;u&gt;Trusting him leads to quiet hope, not bitter resignation."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God is the Creator; He is all-powerful. He has a plan and He will carry it out. He will punish sin. He is our strength and our place of safety. We can have confidence that He will love us and guard our relationship with Him forever. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;u&gt;Hope means going beyond our unpleasant daily experiences to the joy of knowing God&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;u&gt;We live by trusting in Him, not by the benefits, happiness, or success we may experience in this life&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;u&gt;Our hope comes from God&lt;/u&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habakkuk's complaint in Chapter 1 Verse 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you make me look at injustice?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you tolerate wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Destruction and violence are before me;&lt;br /&gt;there is strife, and conflict abounds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord answers in v. 5:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look at the nations and watch -&lt;br /&gt;and be utterly amazed.&lt;br /&gt;For I am going to do something in your days that you would not believe, even if you were told."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habbakkuk's second complaint in 1:13:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your eyes are too pure to look on evil;&lt;br /&gt;you cannot tolerate wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Why then do you tolerate the treacherous?&lt;br /&gt;Why are you silent while the wicked swallow up those more righteous than themselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(v.2:1) "I will stand at my watch and station myself on the ramparts;&lt;br /&gt;I will look to see what He will say to me,&lt;br /&gt;and what answer I am to give to this complaint."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Lord responds: ( I love this!)&lt;br /&gt;v. 2:3......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For the revelation awaits an apppointed time:&lt;br /&gt;it speaks of the end&lt;br /&gt;and will not prove false.&lt;br /&gt;Though it linger, wait for it;&lt;br /&gt;It will certainly come and will not delay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my new favorite verses. Here is what the notes added:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like Habakkuk, Christians often feel angry and discouraged as they see what goes on. God's answer to Habakkuk is the same answer He would give us. "Be patient! I will work out my plans in my perfect timing. &lt;u&gt;To trust God fully means to trust Him even when we don't understand why events occur as they do."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now finally to the verses that Aaron brought to me today thorough our Lord Jesus Christ:&lt;br /&gt;v. 3:17-19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Though the fig tree does not bud&lt;br /&gt;and there are no grapes on the vines,&lt;br /&gt;though the olive crop fails&lt;br /&gt;and the fields produce no food,&lt;br /&gt;though there are no sheep in the pen&lt;br /&gt;and no cattle in the stalls,&lt;br /&gt;yet I will rejoice in the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;I will be joyful in God my Savior."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now from the notes (oh there are so many fabulous things hidden in those notes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Crop failure and the death of animals would devastate. But Habakkuk affirmed that even in the times of starvation and loss, he would still rejoice in the Lord. &lt;u&gt;Habakkuk's feelings were not controlled by the events around him but by faith in God's ability to give him strength&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;u&gt;When nothing makes sense God gives strength. When nothing makes sense, and when troubles seem more than you can bear, remember that God gives strenth&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;u&gt;Take your eyes off your difficulties and look to God&lt;/u&gt;. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"God will give his followers surefooted confidence through difficult times.  They will run like deer across rough and dangerous terrain.  At the proper time, God will bring about his justice and completely rid the world of evil.  In the meantime, &lt;u&gt;God's people need to live in the strength of his Spirit, confident in His ultimate victory over evil&lt;/u&gt;."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Habakkuk had asked God why evil people prosper while the righteous suffer.  God's answer: they don't, not in the long run. &lt;u&gt;Habakkuk saw his own limitations in contrast to God's unlimited control of all the world's events&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;u&gt;God is alive and in control of the world and its events&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;u&gt;We cannot see all that God is doing, and we cannot see all that God will do&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;u&gt;But we can be assured that He is God and will do what is right&lt;/u&gt;. Knowing this can give us confidence and hope in a confusing world."&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/3811083285376754433-8244172403686927551?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/8244172403686927551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=8244172403686927551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/8244172403686927551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/8244172403686927551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/02/trust-faith.html' title='Trust &amp; Faith...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-3860489394628579460</id><published>2009-02-12T23:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T00:19:59.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Months gone by...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our Maggie...growing so fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her birthday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SZT_6LLKl2I/AAAAAAAAAeo/rixguzeuCKQ/s1600-h/IMG_3468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302144036219033442" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SZT_6LLKl2I/AAAAAAAAAeo/rixguzeuCKQ/s200/IMG_3468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One month old....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302140013693820434" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SZT8QCGa3hI/AAAAAAAAAeI/qz101xyroP0/s200/IMG_3860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two months old....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SZT8QYSoMII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/4DhIThpcpl4/s1600-h/IMG_4535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302140019650605186" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SZT8QYSoMII/AAAAAAAAAeQ/4DhIThpcpl4/s200/IMG_4535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three months old....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SZT8QpXOhwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/cZa1Cqru50A/s1600-h/IMG_4762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302140024233297666" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SZT8QpXOhwI/AAAAAAAAAeY/cZa1Cqru50A/s200/IMG_4762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Four months old....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SZT8Q1Kur3I/AAAAAAAAAeg/MyCUb81DunI/s1600-h/IMG_5102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302140027402104690" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SZT8Q1Kur3I/AAAAAAAAAeg/MyCUb81DunI/s200/IMG_5102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Five months old....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SZT_6MRVKGI/AAAAAAAAAew/vNHkEQqD0d0/s1600-h/IMG_5554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302144036513327202" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SZT_6MRVKGI/AAAAAAAAAew/vNHkEQqD0d0/s200/IMG_5554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six months old....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SZT_6UyZnsI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NdHWkLlItp0/s1600-h/IMG_6065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302144038799515330" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SZT_6UyZnsI/AAAAAAAAAe4/NdHWkLlItp0/s200/IMG_6065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seven months old....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SZT_6XcC9zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Odr3OV-MSTU/s1600-h/IMG_6390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302144039511062322" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SZT_6XcC9zI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Odr3OV-MSTU/s200/IMG_6390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3811083285376754433-3860489394628579460?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/3860489394628579460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=3860489394628579460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/3860489394628579460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/3860489394628579460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/02/months-gone-by.html' title='Months gone by...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SZT_6LLKl2I/AAAAAAAAAeo/rixguzeuCKQ/s72-c/IMG_3468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-6319437194048135150</id><published>2009-02-12T23:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T23:32:21.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New things everyday...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Max and I were reading his assignment for AWANA this....yes, yesterday was Wednesday and yes, AWANA is on Wednesday...the weeks fly by!!! Anyhow, there is a little story to read first and then on the next page there is a lesson and a little review question. Well, somewhere in the lesson was the word 'disciple'. As I was finishing up the lesson Max was losing attention. Just when I read the word 'disciple' and I thought I had completely lost Max's attention span, he steps back into the kitchen and says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Momma, Jesus had 12 of those."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"12 what, baby?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks at me like I'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"12 diciples Momma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise Jesus!!!&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Molly's new phrases:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd appreciate that."&lt;br /&gt;"I'll remember that."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so frustrated."&lt;br /&gt;"Told ya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh she is her momma....we're in trouble!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-6319437194048135150?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/6319437194048135150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=6319437194048135150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/6319437194048135150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/6319437194048135150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-things-everyday.html' title='New things everyday...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-5465332245516184899</id><published>2009-02-12T00:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T01:05:55.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am absolutely loving Beth Moore's bible study on Esther.  &lt;a href="http://www.lproof.org/NewBibleStudyView.aspx"&gt;http://www.lproof.org/NewBibleStudyView.aspx&lt;/a&gt;  Whether or not you have ever done a Beth Moore study before, you need to do this study if you are a woman.  Check out your local churches and see if any of them are offereing it.  You won't regret it. It is terrific. Beth is such a fantastic teacher.  I would love to go see her in person one day.  I hear that she is just as kind and genuine as she seems on that screen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since feeling scared, angry, cynical, and sad these last couple of days this study hit right to my heart. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God offers up courage to each and every one of us everyday.  All we have to do is take it from Him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A few notes from this weeks study:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We can protect ourselves right out of our callings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are you heading the way you want this to end up?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She spoke on lyrics from a song. "Today I feel like I'm one mistake away from you leaving me like this".  God will NEVER leave us. Never.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We may decide we are one mistake away from telling Him "just leave me here".  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have felt that.  Wondering when God is just going to give up on me.  Is it going to be the next time I yell at my kids.  Will He say "That's enough. I'm done with you?"  Is it going to be the next time I nag my husband?  Or will it be the next time I fail to go to my knees in prayer asking Him to take it all from my shoulders?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I may be one brave decision away from the most important step in my destiny.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most common command in the Bible. DO NOT BE AFRAID.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can you imagine living without fear?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Imagine this conversation with your Lord. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lord: What is your worst case scenario? What if? What would you do?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: I give Him my worst case scenario. I tell Him I would want to go too. I would scream and cry and be angry and feel lost.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lord:  Ok.  Then what?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: I wouldn't get out of bed. I wouldn't be able to eat or move or do anything productive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lord: Ok. Then what?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: Then I would remember that I have a family to take care of...I would still be sad and angry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lord: Alright. Then what?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: Then I would crawl out of bed, get my kids to church and school  and find my way to Your Word. Because I know that my God is my comforter and my protector and faithful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then what? Then what? Then what?  God. God. God.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't allow the fear of death to have such a stronghold on your that you don't live. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why don't we LIVE until we die?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We get to choose HOW we are going to the WHAT we're going to do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Esther had all of those people fasting for three days for her.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What if we asked all those people to fast and pray for that courage and didn't take it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TAKE THE COURAGE GOD GIVES YOU!  BE BRAVE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love."  1 John 4:18&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/3811083285376754433-5465332245516184899?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/5465332245516184899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=5465332245516184899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/5465332245516184899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/5465332245516184899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/02/notes.html' title='Notes...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-5260518693520047995</id><published>2009-02-09T20:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T00:19:55.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Spring in Southern Kentucky...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SZDZFCD_cqI/AAAAAAAAAdI/o-ttj7FsdK4/s1600-h/IMG_6659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300975441891259042" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SZDZFCD_cqI/AAAAAAAAAdI/o-ttj7FsdK4/s200/IMG_6659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SZDZE5cireI/AAAAAAAAAdA/y9989ZEFCYY/s1600-h/IMG_6653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300975439578312162" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SZDZE5cireI/AAAAAAAAAdA/y9989ZEFCYY/s200/IMG_6653.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SZDZEjckovI/AAAAAAAAAc4/1RH6uw73PNc/s1600-h/IMG_6650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300975433672860402" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SZDZEjckovI/AAAAAAAAAc4/1RH6uw73PNc/s200/IMG_6650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SZDZEr84oeI/AAAAAAAAAcw/0m9ZZLCCQGM/s1600-h/IMG_6677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300975435955872226" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SZDZEr84oeI/AAAAAAAAAcw/0m9ZZLCCQGM/s200/IMG_6677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spring has arrived this week here in good ol' Kentucky! We were blessed to be able to spend yesterday morning praising Jesus. Walking into the worshipping hour from Sunday School, I really felt the Holy Spirit. Even &lt;em&gt;Our Redeemer Lives&lt;/em&gt; sounded a little different when the choir sang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent some of the afternoon napping. Then we opened the windows and did some very minor spring cleaning. The kids have sort of taken over the living room since Christmas. A corner here, a huge box in a corner there...my good ol hubby took care of that. On one hand his...for the sake of the story let's call it pickiness....drives me crazy....on the flip side...I would truly hate to see what my home would look like without him!!! After our little cleaning spree we headed out to one of the state parks. The kids made a few friends &amp;amp; Maggie got to take her first shot a real swing! Can she really be coming up on 8 months?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SZDZFWPpm0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/D7UYCBlnuFo/s1600-h/IMG_6618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300975447308868418" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SZDZFWPpm0I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/D7UYCBlnuFo/s200/IMG_6618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SZDcX7dT3pI/AAAAAAAAAdg/ZLuI13TYmks/s1600-h/IMG_6625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300979065070804626" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SZDcX7dT3pI/AAAAAAAAAdg/ZLuI13TYmks/s200/IMG_6625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent the evening and wee early morning hours instant messaging my oldest friend in the world. She is currently half way around that world travelling and learning so much. I love reading emails from her. It's just like we are sitting across from one another in her living room. I was on the computer "talking" with her until almost 3 a.m. Of course, when I went to bed I couldn't get my eyes to close. I laid there for about 45 minutes until I heard Maggie chatting in her crib. I finally got her settled down after a few trips to her crib. I crawl back into bed....3:47 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;"Um...Momma, I need some juice...some with the cherry on the front."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course I head down to get it for him b/c it's seriously late and I need to get to sleep before my kids come to wake me in less than 3 hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last time I looked at the clock it was 4:17 a.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaron woke me at 7:17 a.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got some breakfast for Maggie and then got her down for her one nap today. (I don't think she naps like a normal 8 month old...if we stay on this track she'll be done with naps by June.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh how I wanted to nap right along with her. Instead, I dragged my hiney into the shower to wake me up. It worked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided that I am going to start working with Molly on more of a curriculum. We usually read and color and do our shapes while Max is in school, but nothing following any sort of curriculum. Through my sister, I found the blog The Mom with Brownies. &lt;a href="http://www.icantbelievemylife.com/"&gt;http://www.icantbelievemylife.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a FANTASTIC blog. It has recipes, menus, money-saving tips you won't believe, homeschooling resources, FUN stuff!!! From this site you can link up to her Preschool Homeschooling page. It has a 26 week plan. Everything is spelled out for you...links...lists...songs....poems. We started today. Max and Molly LOVED it. I am going to try and do it in the afternoon (if we can get that baby to nap in the afternoon like a normal 8 month old!) so that Max can participate. I highly recommend it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent some time outside this afternoon. Playing with chalk, stacking cups, bubbles. After dinner we headed to the park again for some swinging time. It was such a great day. And I ended my evening by attending Beth Moore's study on the book of Esther. More on that next time. It was eye-opening...the topic was on being brave, having courage, taking all that God is willing to give us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My grandpa has been gone 8 months today.  The first picture is one of him and me...I think I was about 2 there.  I LOVE that photo.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The 2nd photo is one of Max with his Great-Grampa.  He was about 6 months in this photo. Grandma &amp;amp; Pop were in town for Steph's baby shower. The last picture is one of Molly with her Great-Grampa.  It's also the last time I saw my grandfather.  They were in town for Molly's 1st birthday.  She'll be 3 in 2 short months.  Maggie was born 11 days after my Grandpa died.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Grandma and I like to think that this is what Maggie and her Great Grampa looked like hanging out before he sent her to us.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SZDhhp6Q_LI/AAAAAAAAAd4/Thx2jlhcjvY/s1600-h/scan0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300984729717243058" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SZDhhp6Q_LI/AAAAAAAAAd4/Thx2jlhcjvY/s200/scan0043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SZDhhfiHUtI/AAAAAAAAAdw/bOU2nsALzVM/s1600-h/scan0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300984726931591890" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SZDhhfiHUtI/AAAAAAAAAdw/bOU2nsALzVM/s200/scan0022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SZDhhVxAGWI/AAAAAAAAAdo/WtDNlAFfvjs/s1600-h/scan0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300984724309678434" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SZDhhVxAGWI/AAAAAAAAAdo/WtDNlAFfvjs/s200/scan0016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I wait for the Lord, my soul waits and in His word I put my hope."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Psalm 130:5&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&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/3811083285376754433-5260518693520047995?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/5260518693520047995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=5260518693520047995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/5260518693520047995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/5260518693520047995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/02/early-spring-in-southern-kentucky.html' title='Early Spring in Southern Kentucky...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SZDZFCD_cqI/AAAAAAAAAdI/o-ttj7FsdK4/s72-c/IMG_6659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-2758163102783842536</id><published>2009-02-06T13:07:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T13:20:01.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>30 years?</title><content type='html'>I was laying in bed last night around 1:15 a.m. and couldn't help but think of all of the things that I want to do, haven't really thought of doing, but feel like I've wanted to them for years. &lt;br /&gt;I can't help thinking about how much I love the product of scrapbooking, but how I never do it.  I love going to 12 hour crops, but can't decide if it's the scrapping or the adult conversation I enjoy more. I REALLY want to learn how to sew and knit.  Then I think will this just be one more thing that I really think I want to do only to let it fall to the basket of scrapbooking, cardmaking, etc. etc.  30 years!!! Really? Has that much time really gone by?  I feel like I should have done more sewing in those 30 years...more than sewing on the occasional button. &lt;br /&gt;So I have checked into taking a sewing class. I will have to travel over an hour to get there, but I would really love to make my little girls clothes and perhaps a skirt or 2 for myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note...the sun is shining today!!! It seems as if spring may make a bit of an early appearance here. The world seems so bleak....weather, politics, jobs, etc. But then you open your shades and your door and it's as if God is saying "I have control over everything...don't you worry".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I think of all of the things I have yet to accomplish in life....big or small...I usually turn on my computer and look at our babies that I have frozen in time with the photos.  Thank goodness for my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SYx9C3xBbeI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Vj6-wgSEUPs/s1600-h/IMG_6546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299748349791006178" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SYx9C3xBbeI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Vj6-wgSEUPs/s200/IMG_6546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SYx9Cmons8I/AAAAAAAAAbs/MSSNGP5xOkw/s1600-h/IMG_6514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299748345192362946" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SYx9Cmons8I/AAAAAAAAAbs/MSSNGP5xOkw/s200/IMG_6514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SYx9CXbDW0I/AAAAAAAAAbk/ldvxV487Vw4/s1600-h/IMG_6579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299748341108923202" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SYx9CXbDW0I/AAAAAAAAAbk/ldvxV487Vw4/s200/IMG_6579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SYx9CcgxLwI/AAAAAAAAAbc/2RrA94DNlAI/s1600-h/IMG_6573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299748342475075330" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SYx9CcgxLwI/AAAAAAAAAbc/2RrA94DNlAI/s200/IMG_6573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3811083285376754433-2758163102783842536?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/2758163102783842536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=2758163102783842536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/2758163102783842536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/2758163102783842536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/02/30-years.html' title='30 years?'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmytPJwN2zE/SYx9C3xBbeI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Vj6-wgSEUPs/s72-c/IMG_6546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-8370117707204820277</id><published>2009-02-04T10:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:11:17.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stories...</title><content type='html'>The other day on a family trip to WalMart, my husband took a shortcut thru the back roads.  Max said, "Daddy, I think this is the way to Michigan."&lt;br /&gt;His sister quickly broke in.&lt;br /&gt;"No it's not. This is not the Michigan way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the two of them spent the next few minutes going back and forth and arguing about which way we were actually going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly finally gets help from her daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy, this isn't the Michigan way is it?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, baby doll.  It's not. We're going to WalMart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max doesn't say a word. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly waits about a half a minute and then...."Told ya."&lt;br /&gt;Hands on as much of her hips as she can being in the car seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max again didn't say a word.  I think he realized that it was a lost cause with his sister.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Sunday was a great day.  It was gorgeous outside...no coats for church....even more beautiful when we left church.  I told myself that we had to get outside and enjoy knowing full well that it was going to get snowy and cold again come Monday. &lt;br /&gt;Nope, we decided to sleep the day away.  Everyone but Max decided to take turns napping.  We never stepped outside again that day.  By the time we all awoke it was time to start making football snacks for the Super Bowl.  The kids and Aaron cleaned the living room and got the coffee table situated for all of our snacks.  The first round of commercials came on the tv.  One of the first ones was a Doritos ad.  It was the magic ball ad where the guy throws it at the vending machine and then the other guy throws it and hits who is presumed to be his boss, right in the private area.  Aaron and I watched it from the kitchen and then returned to finish preparing the snacks. We heard Maggie's little soft baseball with the bell inside of it being tossed around.  After a minute or so Aaron asked Molly and Max what they were doing.  Max says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Daddy, we are trying to do like the guy in the commercial.  Will you throw it at my ankle?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this mildly humorous...Aaron more so. About a minute later I realized why Aaron got such a kick out of Max asking him to throw it at his ankle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max calls his penis his ankle.  Don't ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-8370117707204820277?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/8370117707204820277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=8370117707204820277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/8370117707204820277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/8370117707204820277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/02/stories.html' title='stories...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-8240252105842059561</id><published>2009-01-19T19:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T20:10:44.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 day weekend...</title><content type='html'>First things first...a few reminders to self...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Lexington to do a little shopping on Saturday.  We headed into Children's Place b/c I wanted to find the kids winter coats for next year.  Of course they didn't have any boys coats left..it being January and 10 degrees outside I could see why they would have none left, but bathing suits out for all to purchase.  I digress, Molly spotted a few dresses she liked.  So we lined the 3 of them up.  She stood back and looked and picked up the one on the end and said, "This one Momma.  This one looks familiar."  What??? Where did that come from.  I didn't know my 2 year old even knew that word. She just looked so cute and serious when she said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Max and Molly were coloring at their little table while Maggie played on the floor and I was busy packing their stuff for our trip.  When I am busy doing something the kids sometimes help me out by playing with Maggie if she gets fussy.  This afternoon she started getting fussy and Max looked to Molly to play with her.  Molly didn't budge. &lt;br /&gt;"Molly, will you go play with Maggie?"&lt;br /&gt;She ignored her brother.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Molly&lt;/em&gt;, you better go play with her or I'm gonna lose my temperature and then I won't love you anymore."&lt;br /&gt;Of course we had a nice long talk about how no matter what happens we will always love each other.  I just mostly got a kick out of him saying he would lose his "temperature". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started a Beth Moore bible study on Esther.  I LOVE Beth Moore.  Last night was our second session.  We talked a lot about destiny and beauty and God's plans for all of us. &lt;br /&gt;A few notes from the session:&lt;br /&gt;~You cannot amputate your history from your destiny.  You cannot become the person God wants you to be by getting rid of your history. Your destiny is tied to it. &lt;br /&gt;~Your past is what you learn from...it's something by which we are humbled...the past may be horrible, but somewhere there are treasures.&lt;br /&gt;~God is attracted to weakness....b/c there is more room for the strength of God.&lt;br /&gt;~We also spoke about beauty and the pressures of today to be beautiful. She spoke about 4 types of women concerning beauty...the 1st one escapes me...sorry...the 2nd is the the kind of woman who thinks everyone thinks she is beautiful and wants it that way...that is a dangerous woman. The 3rd is one who believes no one thinks she is beautiful..that is a terrified woman.  Then there is the 4th woman....who hopes certain people think she is beautiful.  To hope that her mom and daughters find she is beautiful...certainly hopes her husband would find her beautiful.  But what she truly wants is "the beauty of the Lord on her face".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was great.  I have met a few close friends since moving here that have the love for their Jesus written all over their face.  It has to be thee most beautiful thing about a person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-8240252105842059561?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/8240252105842059561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=8240252105842059561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/8240252105842059561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/8240252105842059561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/01/3-day-weekend.html' title='3 day weekend...'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-4541122494950628613</id><published>2009-01-14T10:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T10:38:46.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday...Maybe today is the day</title><content type='html'>As I laid in bed this morning, still half asleep, I knew that there was someone else there with me besides my husband.  The only question was which one was it?  My little Molly.  I turned and faced the wall because it was just pure luck that I hadn't been elbowed in the face by my sweet daughter. A few minutes later I hear Max climb the stairs.  Since Max has been found at 3 a.m. watching television we have been unplugging it before we head to bed at night.  He comes into our room and Aaron asks him what he's been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not watching tv Daddy. I've just been laying on the couch sleeping a little bit and reading my new bible." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I love my boy!&lt;br /&gt;He came home the other day telling me the story of Esther.  How is in that my son's short 4 years of life he seems to know so much more than my 30 years of knowledge???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent part of my afternoon yesterday trying to get a shot of Maggie's first 2 teeth.  She must have been wondering what in world she was born into.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-4541122494950628613?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/4541122494950628613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285376754433&amp;postID=4541122494950628613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/4541122494950628613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3811083285376754433/posts/default/4541122494950628613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/2009/01/wednesdaymaybe-today-is-day.html' title='Wednesday...Maybe today is the day'/><author><name>Suzanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13811502391439415560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5w-VAj00ufE/TZp51QODSDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/3R4-0f0kfa8/s220/IMG_4865-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3811083285376754433.post-8465963226895735384</id><published>2009-01-10T07:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T08:17:43.555-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Saturday morning...</title><content type='html'>I am woken by the sound of my 3 little ones laughing and having a grand time in their room across the small hallway.  I check Aaron's phone hoping for the first number to at least be a 7...nope...5:51 a.m.  Yikes!  It's Saturday morning kids...don't they know just how wonderful sleep is???  I suppose if I went to sleep by 7 p.m. I would be and could be up at that hour.  I crawl out of bed, walk into their room and find the 3 of them all in Maggie's crib.  Of course, I'm a tad upset that they woke me and the dad up, but then Maggie starts laughing at her brother and sister.  All annoyance left.  After the rough late afternoon and evening we had with them not cleaning up, their whining, loss of movie and pizza night...it was nice to see that they had recovered while I still am not quite over the guilt of it all.  Aaron took Maggie while I talked to my 2 oldest about what the new plan was as far as their responsibility around this house, what was expected of them and what Mommy &amp;amp; Daddy were going to do to help them be responsible and kind and respectful. &lt;br /&gt;Side note here...Thanks Stace for the late night conversation we had.  Thank you for the support and for watching out for my kids even though we are 450 miles away! :)&lt;br /&gt;I get so frustrated b/c being home with my kids is my job. And some days....I feel like I am downright failing at it.  Aaron gets evaluations every so often and I know he passes with flying colors....where is my boss to evaluate me? I know Aaron believes that I am a good mom and it's not that I think I am a bad mom...it's just that I wonder what in the heck will make my kids listen and do what they are supposed to do.  I know that I make empty threats at times and I don't follow through on certain reward systems b/c I don't allow enough time for them to work.  I want a system to work by the second day. &lt;br /&gt;I need to ask my Father about it more.  I know that the first thing I should do is get on my knees and ask my God to show me what to do with His kids :)  And I need to remember that....these beautiful kids have been given to me...what an honor it is to be their mom.&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago...before Christmas...the 3 kids and I went grocery shopping.  They did alright in the store...could have done better, but I suppose I'll take an alright trip.  We got out to the car and Max and Molly got into their seats.  They got a few toys and sat their and played. Maggie was still in the carrier at that point and I snapped her in and continued on to putting the groceries in the back of the van.  I hear this woman speak up.&lt;br /&gt;"Those are the most well behaved children I have ever seen."&lt;br /&gt;She can't be talking to me, I think.  I kind of look around. &lt;br /&gt;"You told them to get up in their seats and they are just sitting there waiting for you to buckle them in.  I've never seen kids listen so well."&lt;br /&gt;I tell her thank you, but that I feel like I am yelling at them most of the time.  She said no and that she was impressed. &lt;br /&gt;I walked away to put the cart away, walked back and as I was getting in my car I told her thank you.  She responded.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm still sitting here amazed."&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you...that compliment is the best Christmas present I've gotten so far."&lt;br /&gt;I'll take it.  The compliments on their behavior.  If nothing else I just want God-loving and respectful kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;He is your constant source of stability; He abundantly provides safety and great wisdom; He gives all this to those who fear Him." Isaiah 33:6 NET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3811083285376754433-8465963226895735384?l=sktchiesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sktchiesa.blogspot.com/feeds/8465963226895735384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3811083285
