<?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-2901737195009261379</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:51:06.754-08:00</updated><category term='Rock Wall'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='Last Day of School'/><category term='Girls Night'/><category term='Fathers Day'/><category term='Some Highlights from Moriah&apos;s Preschool days'/><title type='text'>ClassicFam</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-6128008050178471363</id><published>2010-03-02T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T04:46:03.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/S40AkczC59I/AAAAAAAAAWg/3p4KEUrSN4Q/s1600-h/new+old+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/S40AkczC59I/AAAAAAAAAWg/3p4KEUrSN4Q/s320/new+old+house.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444008150766381010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, life takes changes sometimes that you don't anticipate. It never ceases to amaze me how little it seems to matter all the planning we as humans do because in reality things seldom turn out the way we planned:) It's not a bad thing. If life were always predictable there wouldn't be much adventure to it now would there? A lot has happen since I blogged last (granted...it has been quite a while).&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed a nice Christmas. My parents came for 2 weeks from Arizona (&amp;amp; stayed with us in our 2 bedroom trailer for a big chunk of that time...). We found a house we like (a little further than we were anticipating from Trev's work, but that's ok).  We also put the kids in school. Results are not in yet on how all of this is working out, but all of life is a process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house is 135 years old! It has a tons of character as you can see from the picture. There is a lot to be done (soffit, facia, windows, siding, drywall, paint, carpet just to name a few) but we are in no hurry to move in, so my goal is to try &amp;amp; enjoy the process (please pray;) &amp;amp; to help Trevor to remain as stress free as possible throughout (big job).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are doing pretty well with going to school. We've had a couple of small issues, but for the most part they are adjusting. I am not always thrilled with the new phrases &amp;amp; whatnot they have picked up, but I fully anticipated this. The jury is still out on whether or not I like the school system here. We were spoiled before with (in my opinion) an awesome school, so this is taking some time for all of us. I do enjoy volunteering in their classrooms though &amp;amp; I'm glad I have the opportunity to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am attempting to plug in more socially. This has been the biggest challenge for me with the move. I LOVE my friends "back home" but I am trying to forge friendships here. I am taking a weekend trip with some women from church this month that will hopefully springboard this effort. When we are finished with the house it will be nice to be able to "entertain" &amp;amp; get to know people that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing (among other things) a study on Proverbs &amp;amp; I am amazed at all the practical teaching offered there (ok, Solomon was blessed with wisdom so it stands to reason).  I have put many of the proverbs on index cards &amp;amp; have been reading them with my kiddos at different times. My fav so far is Proverbs 7:20-23:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      My son, keep your father's commands&lt;br /&gt;     and do not forsake your mother's teaching. &lt;p&gt;    &lt;sup id="en-NIV-16562"&gt;21&lt;/sup&gt; Bind them upon your heart forever;&lt;br /&gt;     fasten them around your neck. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    &lt;sup id="en-NIV-16563"&gt;22&lt;/sup&gt; When you walk, they will guide you;&lt;br /&gt;     when you sleep, they will watch over you;&lt;br /&gt;     when you awake, they will speak to you. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;sup id="en-NIV-16564"&gt;23&lt;/sup&gt; For these commands are a lamp,&lt;br /&gt;     this teaching is a light,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901737195009261379-6128008050178471363?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/6128008050178471363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=6128008050178471363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/6128008050178471363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/6128008050178471363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2010/03/well-life-takes-changes-sometimes-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/S40AkczC59I/AAAAAAAAAWg/3p4KEUrSN4Q/s72-c/new+old+house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-2736978243844694472</id><published>2009-10-23T04:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T04:55:15.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fall in Michigan is one of my favorite things but it has been so rainy this year! On dry occasions we have been enjoying the changing colors. We have woods right in our backyard now so it's been nice to get out and enjoy the cooler temps  and the beautiful scenery. The kids (&amp;amp; sometimes Mom) always seem to come home with our hands or pockets laden with treasures (leaves, stones, sticks, acorn tops....). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SuGTPa6K-RI/AAAAAAAAAWU/C1rRa4gmAcw/s1600-h/P1010076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395755721697196306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SuGTPa6K-RI/AAAAAAAAAWU/C1rRa4gmAcw/s320/P1010076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since I am homeschooling now it's nice that we can take advantage of the days that are nice. We can get outside on a "fieldtrip" and go to the park or nature reserve &amp;amp; walk trails. I can also dictate when recess begins &amp;amp; ends depending on how much of a break I need;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SuGTPOEKaGI/AAAAAAAAAWM/fXYYhXq7Eh0/s1600-h/P1010116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395755718249441378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SuGTPOEKaGI/AAAAAAAAAWM/fXYYhXq7Eh0/s320/P1010116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would say that we are ajusting some to the move we have made. I still have no idea when or where we will buy a house and honestly I am in no hurry. Have I mentioned how much I dislike moving? It really is a pain.Maybe in the spring I will get the itch, Trevor has already started looking (he cannot help himself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SuGTO2A2AmI/AAAAAAAAAWE/_PJiRqOh_Ks/s1600-h/P1010130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395755711793070690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SuGTO2A2AmI/AAAAAAAAAWE/_PJiRqOh_Ks/s320/P1010130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss all my friends &amp;amp; our old Pointe Group, but we have joined a small group here and I am trying to be excited about it. I need community. I am praying the Lord will continue to help me on the journey and I know He will. It's hard to be patient sometimes and wait to see what He is going to do. I have a feeling that there are a lot of new "adventures" in store for us but right now we're just waiting. It's not all bad. Before, I based what I did each day on what I wanted; who I wanted to see &amp;amp; what I wanted to do. Now, life is definetely more centered on the kids. We stay home a lot more now (obviously). When we do get out it's to the library or to do something "school" related. I am finding that I can appreciate the little things more now that I am not busying myself so much. Sometimes I get a bit stir crazy though! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901737195009261379-2736978243844694472?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/2736978243844694472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=2736978243844694472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/2736978243844694472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/2736978243844694472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-in-michigan-is-one-of-my-favorite.html' title=''/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SuGTPa6K-RI/AAAAAAAAAWU/C1rRa4gmAcw/s72-c/P1010076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-6539288513793854891</id><published>2009-07-26T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:15:02.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on</title><content type='html'>Well, I really meant to post about this weeks ago, but alas, life gets in the way. Anyone who knows me already knows that we are in the middle of moving. Trevor has accepted a job as the Facilities Manager at our old church....we're going "home."  I know that "home" is supposed to create all sorts of warm feelings &amp;amp; that people always look forward to "home" but the thing is that "home" to me is right here. We have been here 10 years. We had our kids here, the best friends anyone could ask for are here, a school my kids adore, a great church, a home I could grow old in &amp;amp; the world's most perfect climbing tree right out our back door. Admittedly it's after midnight &amp;amp; I am feeling a bit melancholy but sympathize with me here...I'm coming off of a wonderfully planned "good-bye open house" that our Pointe Group threw for us &amp;amp; that was attended by most of the people I have come to love &amp;amp; adore over the past 10 years. Trev leaves directly from the party so he can be get a good nights sleep for work tomorrow, I bring the kids home and put them to bed then proceed to read all the sappy cards we got from the party. I follow that by watching Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2 (including the deleted scenes &amp;amp; gag reel)... Kind of a recipe for depression. In my head I say "It's only an hour and a half away", "It's a good move for us", "there will be a lot of ministry opportunities"...on &amp;amp; on, but at this moment I just feel sadness &amp;amp; loss. Let's pray  tonights sleep will bring tomorrows hope.&lt;br /&gt;If you read this, say a prayer for me. Pray that my heart would be at peace, that I would feel secure in the relationships I have built here that suddenly feel so fragile, that I would have the confidence to forge new ones, that Caleb &amp;amp; Moriah would adjust well, that Trevor would feel my support, love his new job, be good at it and that our house would sell quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for caring enough to read to the bottom... good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901737195009261379-6539288513793854891?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/6539288513793854891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=6539288513793854891' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/6539288513793854891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/6539288513793854891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2009/07/moving-on.html' title='Moving on'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-1417083080617878318</id><published>2009-06-20T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T13:45:27.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twice a Year Plan</title><content type='html'>OK, Some of you know that I am on the twice a year plan for haircuts. For some reason they are just not a priority to me. It's not that I don't like it when my hair gets cut or that I have an aversion to styling it a certain way. It's just one of those things that I have good intentions about, but that I struggle with keeping up with...kind of like this blog:) I have such good intentions about blogging &amp;amp; keeping a record of our lives out there in cyber space, but for some reason....it obviously has not become a priority to me. Don't get me wrong, I am not feeling guilty about this. I have been living and breathing and chasing kids same as always, just not documenting it in this way. So, here's the deal. It may be another 3 months before I update or it may be tomorrow...you'll have to keep checking to find out. Here's what we've been up to lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schools out and summer is in full swing. Caleb is reading tons, but gets bored easily. He is excited about 3rd grade. He wants to play basketball and he's a pretty good little bowler. We have been enjoying park days &amp;amp; free bowling (thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.kidsbowlfree.com/"&gt;www.kidsbowlfree.com&lt;/a&gt; ). We have a trip to Grandma's planned as well as some swimming excursions &amp;amp; other small activities.  Moriah is the same devilish sweetheart who would rather ask forgiveness than ask permission...she just thinks she can do whatever she wants! She made 7 Fathers Day cards for Trev (what a crafter;). She is very excited about her first grade teacher &amp;amp; already misses everyone from kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Trevor &amp;amp; I have been doing a lot of projects around the house. This weekend we are painting the hallway. This sounds like something we could do in a couple of hours, but no. We first had to repair the walls with drywall mud, then sand &amp;amp; prime.We had to paint the ceiling. Next we had to remove all the handles (we have 6 doors in our hallway) &amp;amp; paint all the doors (3x) and all the trim (including the chair rail). Unfortunately I picked a very dark brown for under the chair rail, which is proving to be a nightmare to cut in (please do not ask Trevor if he taped it off first or suggest that he do so...this conversation would not go well). This will need 2 coats. When we are finished with the bottom, we will move on to the cream color for the top then put on the new handles &amp;amp; hinges...who knew a hallway could be so much trouble! On top of our remodeling woes (&amp;amp; no our basement is not finished yet...don't get me started) I just found out that we need 4 new tires for Trev's truck...anyone want to loan me $450? (Just kidding, please don't comment &amp;amp; offer me money).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to send a shout out to Nikki who is responsible for the family pic at the top of this blog. We have been in need of a nice family photo for a long while &amp;amp; I am so grateful that she was able to help up out...budding photographer that she is! It was my desire to post this pic that encouraged me to post today, so I guess I have Nikki to thank for getting me off my duff &amp;amp; back into blog world too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901737195009261379-1417083080617878318?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/1417083080617878318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=1417083080617878318' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/1417083080617878318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/1417083080617878318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2009/06/twice-year-plan.html' title='Twice a Year Plan'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-6881495311420319114</id><published>2009-03-16T19:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:20:14.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch up time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/Sb8VFwDctYI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/hecu9JXnWUw/s1600-h/P1010250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313989273863370114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/Sb8VFwDctYI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/hecu9JXnWUw/s200/P1010250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/Sb8VFa-QtxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/0jG_f2CnzOw/s1600-h/P1010243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313989268204467986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/Sb8VFa-QtxI/AAAAAAAAAVI/0jG_f2CnzOw/s200/P1010243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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;&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;******************Ok, I seem to be getting worse at this instead of better! Yes...it has really been over a month since I posted last. Since we've cyber chatted last a lot has happened. Among other things we've had yet another round of sickness (of the stomach variety this time...joy). Moriah won 1st place for design at the AWANA Grand Prix. Caleb won a ride on the Zambonie at the hockey game (very cool for a 7 year old). My husband performed his first (&amp;amp; hopefully last) eulogy &amp;amp; I am another year older (29...again:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to send a shout out to my Sister in Law who is now a homeowner...way to go Alisha! WooHoo (hopefully you can be done with the remodeling by summers end:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also want to thank my awesome friends who took me out to a great lunch today...YUM! I love you guys &amp;amp; I appreciate how special you all make me feel:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather is awesome &amp;amp; I spent over 2 hours cleaning out my car &amp;amp; my husbands truck today (we'll see how long it takes him to notice). It is so nice to be able to be outside &amp;amp; not freeze! Moriah has a school performance tomorrow night that sounds really cute &amp;amp; fun, so I'm sure I will post about that soon...TaTa for now &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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901737195009261379-6881495311420319114?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/6881495311420319114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=6881495311420319114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/6881495311420319114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/6881495311420319114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2009/03/catch-up-time.html' title='Catch up time!'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/Sb8VFwDctYI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/hecu9JXnWUw/s72-c/P1010250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-1548077653580326352</id><published>2009-02-12T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T07:24:58.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh I'm SICK of SICKNESS!</title><content type='html'>You know when you are in the midst of an illness that seems to drag on &amp;amp; on &amp;amp; on? Only you cannot get the rest you need because instead of being cared for, you are caring for those around you whose sufferings demand to be eased. You are constantly answering a cry for help, for medicine, for snuggles, for attention? There are those who unconscionably will cough in your face &amp;amp; wipe their icky noses upon your robe.  Whose constant complaints of sore throats, tummies, heads &amp;amp; bodies drown out your own inward cries for relief. Who will crawl upon your bed at any hour or stand and hover over you whilst you attempt to snatch a moment of rest? If you have any recollection of such occurrences in your home you can be sure of one thing only in the midst of your ailment...you are a Mom:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901737195009261379-1548077653580326352?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/1548077653580326352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=1548077653580326352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/1548077653580326352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/1548077653580326352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-im-sick-of-sickness.html' title='Oh I&apos;m SICK of SICKNESS!'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-6674238364228818224</id><published>2009-01-22T09:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T09:56:25.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SXiwhNoY2vI/AAAAAAAAAUU/3iqMzNZQpbI/s1600-h/P1010167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SXiwhNoY2vI/AAAAAAAAAUU/3iqMzNZQpbI/s320/P1010167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294175446615251698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moriah is 6 today! Before we went to bed last night we filled her room with balloons &amp;amp; hung streamers in her door. When she woke up this morning she ran in my room saying "Mommy, there are so many balloons I can't even walk in my room...they're everywhere!"&lt;br /&gt; She wanted to have a tea party yesterday and I suggested we wait until today. Little did she know, I had already invited some friends from Kindergarten to come for the occasion. Moriah thought it was just going to be her &amp;amp; I, but then friends just kept showing up:) She actually thought it was coincidental, lol!&lt;br /&gt;We are going to Grandpa &amp;amp; Grandma's on Sunday to have a cake &amp;amp; ice cream party with family, but this was a nice way to usher in her actual Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe my baby is 6 years old! Time passes so quickly. I pray for her continually that she will grow to be a young lady after God's own heart. That she will love Him more with each passing year. She is such a blessing to me &amp;amp; I appreciate having her in my life. Happy Birthday Moriah Riah, I love you with all my heart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901737195009261379-6674238364228818224?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/6674238364228818224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=6674238364228818224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/6674238364228818224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/6674238364228818224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2009/01/birthday-girl.html' title='Birthday Girl'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SXiwhNoY2vI/AAAAAAAAAUU/3iqMzNZQpbI/s72-c/P1010167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-8100757240450111988</id><published>2009-01-03T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T11:53:49.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas, Happy New Year &amp; Heading back to School!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SV_B1TL01wI/AAAAAAAAATU/TEhAHSohxyk/s1600-h/P1010065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287157608983353090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SV_B1TL01wI/AAAAAAAAATU/TEhAHSohxyk/s320/P1010065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SV_B1BgZnVI/AAAAAAAAATM/WSzuhxqk7cY/s1600-h/P1010060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287157604237811026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SV_B1BgZnVI/AAAAAAAAATM/WSzuhxqk7cY/s320/P1010060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SV_B0toensI/AAAAAAAAATE/y-Cy5axN4TA/s1600-h/P1010059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287157598902984386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SV_B0toensI/AAAAAAAAATE/y-Cy5axN4TA/s320/P1010059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Has it really been weeks since my last post? Somehow life always just flies by. Christmas has passed &amp;amp; New Years too. The kids are ready to go back to school Monday &amp;amp; I still haven't bought that new backpack for Caleb. His basically shredded 3 weeks ago &amp;amp; poor kid had to go to school Thursday before break with his Preschool backpack (TMNT). I really need to get on that...today. We still haven't taken down the tree or any of the decorations, guess I need to get on that today, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a very nice Christmas. We got an air hockey table for the kids &amp;amp; gave it to them on Christmas Eve. They were both very excited about it. It's pretty cool, it has all these fun sound effects like cheering crowds &amp;amp; "Awesome Shot!" noises for when you score a goal. It also keeps score for you, which is a bonus when you have 2 kids who like to squabble about such things. We have been hiding it since the summer! I found it at a great bargain &amp;amp; couldn't pass it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Christmas morning Dennis came over &amp;amp; watched Ciara open her Christmas presents he sent her via web cam. That was fun. We left around 11:00am for Trev's parents house &amp;amp; stayed for a couple of days. We had a nice time &amp;amp; even got a little euchre action in...it's been a while. Day after Christmas we got to visit with Eric &amp;amp; Mary Beth who were up from South Carolina. It was nice to see them again &amp;amp; their girls have grown so much! They are all beautiful of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For New Years we went over to Steve &amp;amp; Nikki's with our Pointe Group. We had a nice time....lots of food:) I love to eat, so that was a good thing for me...or maybe not such a good thing;{} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trev has been sick for a week. He has been to the ER twice &amp;amp; to the Dr yesterday. He has a CT scheduled for Monday morning, which will probably come back normal, knowing his luck. Of course it would be too much to ask for us to actually find out what is really going on in his body. His health has been a constant frustration. God knows what he can handle I guess &amp;amp; let's just pray this time in his life passes &amp;amp; he can take something meaningful &amp;amp; worthwhile from it. Honestly I really don't know what my attitude should be about all of this. I see him in pain all the time &amp;amp; I get really sick of it. I feel like, "OK God, show us what you want to accomplish through all of this so we can get on with our real life! You know...the one without all pain, frustration, unknowing &amp;amp; medical bills." This is of course not the attitude I should have, I know it but I struggle. We've prayed &amp;amp; prayed and yet the thorn remains. I need to trust God has our best interest at heart. He knows us better that we know ourselves, He knows each struggle, each pain and each nauseated breath my husband takes and He has a plan for it. We cannot see it right now, but it's there. I believe it. His Word is truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've been down to one vehicle since before Christmas. Trev got into an accident (not his fault). His truck is repairable &amp;amp; will hopefully be finished next week sometime. We were able to get a loaner yesterday, so it will be easier now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier today I was trying to encourage my kids to drink more water. Moriah became animated (as only Moriah can) &amp;amp; declared that she drinks &lt;em&gt;tons &lt;/em&gt;of water. &lt;em&gt;Everyday &lt;/em&gt;when she brushes her teeth she takes at least one drink of water &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;every &lt;/em&gt;time she goes to AWANA (1x a week) she gets a drink from the drinking fountain that lasts "like &lt;em&gt;2&lt;/em&gt; seconds!" How dare I declare that my kids don't drink enough water!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that about wraps up our life for the last few weeks, admittedly not very interesting, but it is what it is. &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/2901737195009261379-8100757240450111988?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/8100757240450111988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=8100757240450111988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/8100757240450111988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/8100757240450111988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2009/01/merry-christmas-happy-new-year-heading.html' title='Merry Christmas, Happy New Year &amp; Heading back to School!'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SV_B1TL01wI/AAAAAAAAATU/TEhAHSohxyk/s72-c/P1010065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-529882982629678154</id><published>2008-12-17T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T12:12:47.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Praising Jesus again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SV_Grc3Tp3I/AAAAAAAAATc/Sr2DP9vAiyA/s1600-h/DSC02914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287162937341093746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SV_Grc3Tp3I/AAAAAAAAATc/Sr2DP9vAiyA/s320/DSC02914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are a friend of mine checking this out, you already know about my brother, Dennis. My life this last year has always seemed to come back around to this topic, whether good or bad, in celebration or frustration. A little family background (if you know it feel free to skip down): My brother &amp;amp; I were raised in a home free of religion. My family never went to any sort of church but my Mother always allowed us to go with friends if we wanted. It was through one such occasion where I began going to church &amp;amp; accepted Christ as a child at South Baptist Church. My brother came occasionally, but more often when we were a little older &amp;amp; switched over to Capital City Baptist because of yet another friend connection. It was at this church that Dennis said a prayer accepting Christ as Savior. I was so excited because I had saw him start to head down a dangerous path, but I saw quickly that there did not appear to be an honest repentance of sin in his life. I of course cannot judge his salvation, but there was no fruit and the whole "behold all things become new" was certainly not evident, rather just the opposite was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Father, always seemed to feel his responsibility within our family began &amp;amp; ended with his GM paycheck. I can recall my Dad doing little with me growing up &amp;amp; even less with Dennis. He was not kind, but I know we both strongly wanted a connection with him. He was not an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alcoholic&lt;/span&gt; in the traditional sense, but he spent many hours everyday in the shop bar. In many ways I have always felt he chose that bar over us. He got off work at 6:30 a.m and instead of coming home to bed so he could wake up in time to spend time with us, he went to the bar until 1:00pm. Because he came home so late he could never awake until around 9:00pm, leaving just enough time to dress, eat &amp;amp; leave for work before 10:00. He also worked as many weekends as were offered. I lost out because of a lack of interest on my Dad's part, but my brother did more so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;diagnosed&lt;/span&gt; with bone cancer when I was 16 &amp;amp; relied heavily on my Mom during my year of chemo. I was adamant that she almost never leave my side. She slept in the fold out chair beds at U of M. If I would've known what impact having an emotionally absent Father &amp;amp; a physically absent Mother would have on Dennis I like to think I would've forced myself to be less needy. By the time I finished chemo, Dennis was already slipping into drugs &amp;amp; alcohol. He was 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little more than 2 years ago Dennis attempted suicide. He was in a dark place after his girlfriend leaving him &amp;amp; taking their 3 year old little girl with her to Florida. I believe their lives were in danger here due to the dangerous &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;circumstances&lt;/span&gt; he put them in revolving around the drug world. Crack-cocaine will make a man do things he never thought he would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Thanksgiving last year he went to jail. He was looking at up to 2 years (if I am remembering correctly). I went to see him day after Christmas to visit him &amp;amp; give him a little money (do my "penance") &amp;amp; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; when the officer called me back from the visiting area and said Dennis was being released. Sure enough he was out in the parking lot. We had thought about taking him in the year before but heeded advice not to. This time the Lord said to both Trevor &amp;amp; I that it was time. It was either take him home now (when I knew he had 30 "clean" days) or drop him off at the homeless shelter, he had no other place to go. He lived with us for 2 very stressful months. He got very involved in Narcotics &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Anonymous&lt;/span&gt; (NA), which has given him a lot of connection. Since his time with us he has lived in a half way house of sorts &amp;amp; with different friends he has met in the program. He has fallen a couple of times and continues to struggle. He has worked with Trevor &amp;amp; Mike over the last year when they could use him and Trevor has forged a strong relationship with him. We have been picking him up for church whenever he would agree to come and over the last couple of months Trev has been picking him up at 5:30 every Wednesday morning for Men's Fraternity, which is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;men's&lt;/span&gt; Bible Study of sorts that meets at our church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that to say that this morning Dennis prayed to accept Christ. We have been praying for this, obviously, but especially these last couple of weeks has it been on Trevor's heart. The Men's fraternity program has been leading the guys from the sin &amp;amp; depravity of man the last couple of weeks to the solution (Christ) this week. The leader of the group, Steve, had the opportunity to talk with Dennis this morning. I do not know the particulars, but please pray with us that this decision of his today is the beginning of a beautiful, strong relationship with Christ. I have always thought that if Dennis would truly surrender his life to Christ, he could have the most amazing testimony &amp;amp; help so many. I told Dennis this 2 weeks ago when I drove him home from church. I also shared that while NA is great &amp;amp; will power is great, we are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fallible&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; he will continue to fall into drugs &amp;amp; alcohol if he relies on things that are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fallible&lt;/span&gt;. To put his hope in Christ, the only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;infallible&lt;/span&gt; one is the only way. With Christ all things are possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am rejoicing this morning, but my own lack of faith wants me to be cautious. I have prayed so long, did God really answer one of my longest sought after prayers this morning? And when will He answer to prayers for the rest of my family? I have hope for I know that nothing is impossible with Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a fellow believer, please continue to pray alongside us for Dennis. If you are not a believer, may you reconsider your own eternity. There is a God who loves you enough that He sent His only Son to be the payment for your sin. He wants to enter into a covenant relationship with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901737195009261379-529882982629678154?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/529882982629678154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=529882982629678154' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/529882982629678154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/529882982629678154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2008/12/praising-jesus-again.html' title='Praising Jesus again'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SV_Grc3Tp3I/AAAAAAAAATc/Sr2DP9vAiyA/s72-c/DSC02914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-1167608173727999789</id><published>2008-12-16T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T16:16:16.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got this from a friend &amp;amp; I thought it was pretty cool, we'll see if it shows up right...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;THE BELL&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW WHO I AM&lt;br /&gt;I am God's child (John 1:12)&lt;br /&gt;I am Christ's friend (John 15:15 )&lt;br /&gt;I am united with the Lord(1 Cor. 6:17 )&lt;br /&gt;I am bought with a price(1 Cor. 6:19-20)&lt;br /&gt;I am a saint (set apart for God). (Eph. 1:1)&lt;br /&gt;I am a personal witness of Christ. (Acts 1:8)&lt;br /&gt;I am the salt &amp;amp; light of the earth ( Matt.5:13-14)&lt;br /&gt;I am a member of the body of Christ(1 Cor 12:27)&lt;br /&gt;I am free forever from condemnation ( Rom. 8: 1-2)&lt;br /&gt;I am a citizen of Heaven. I am significant ( Phil.3:20)&lt;br /&gt;I am free from any charge against me (Rom. 8:31 -34)&lt;br /&gt;I am a minister of reconciliation for God(2 Cor..5:17-21)&lt;br /&gt;I have access to God through the Holy Spirit (Eph. 2:18)&lt;br /&gt;I am seated with Christ in the heavenly realms (Eph. 2:6)&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be separated from the love of God( Rom.8:35-39)&lt;br /&gt;I am established, anointed, sealed by God (2 Cor.1:21-22)&lt;br /&gt;I am assured all things work together for good (Rom. 8: 28)&lt;br /&gt;I have been chosen and appointed to bear fruit (John 15:16 )&lt;br /&gt;I may approach God with freedom and confidence (Eph. 3: 12 )&lt;br /&gt;I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me (Phil. 4:13)&lt;br /&gt;I am the branch of the true vine, a channel of His life (John 15: 1-5)&lt;br /&gt;I am God's temple (1 Cor. 3: 16 ). I am complete in Christ (Col. 2: 10)&lt;br /&gt;I am hidden with Christ in God (Col. 3:3). I have been justified (Romans 5:1)&lt;br /&gt;I am God's co-worker (1 Cor.. 3:9; 2 Cor 6:1). I am God's workmanship(Eph. 2:10 )&lt;br /&gt;I am confident that the good works God has begun in me will be perfected. (Phil 1: 5)&lt;br /&gt;I have been redeemed and forgiven(Col.1:14).I have been adopted as God's child(Eph 1:5)&lt;br /&gt;I belong to God&lt;br /&gt;Do you know&lt;br /&gt;who you are!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901737195009261379-1167608173727999789?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/1167608173727999789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=1167608173727999789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/1167608173727999789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/1167608173727999789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-got-this-from-friend-i-thought-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-9173259562406890536</id><published>2008-12-13T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T07:35:30.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrapping it up</title><content type='html'>Well, less than 2 weeks until we light the candles on Jesus' birthday cake and it's coming down to the wire. I am &lt;em&gt;almost &lt;/em&gt;finished with my Christmas cards, my Christmas shopping is drawing to a close (the money is gone, so I guess it's time to stop making purchases:) and I have started the baking process. Caleb is wrapping some of Moriah's stocking stuffers even as we speak (I had to keep him occupied so I could spend a few minutes with my blog). Both of the kids' Christmas programs are this week &amp;amp; the last day of school until after the new year is this Friday. I cannot believe it, the time is flying  even faster than the snow;)&lt;br /&gt;   So what do I want to remember about this time of frenzy? What will I be left with at the close of it all, other than a new bathrobe (thanks Mom, I look forward to it)? What will the visions be in the heads of my children? Will they be consumed with tearing through yards of wrapping paper searching for the perfect gift, only to be left feeling empty and disappointed when the last of the ribbons are discarded? I hope not. I hope to look back with a smile on my face, confident that we did our best. Not our best to give them the most materialistically satisfying Christmas ever, but that we did our best sharing the true meaning of Christmas. Of sharing faith, family, love. My kids already know Jesus is the reason we celebrate. They know all the symbols on the advent tree and the songs proclaiming Jesus' birth, but I pray it will be much more than knowledge this year, that they can have true joy. Not because of what they've received wrapped in paper &amp;amp; bows but what they've received in their hearts. "Come to us, abide with us, our Lord Emmanuel..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901737195009261379-9173259562406890536?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/9173259562406890536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=9173259562406890536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/9173259562406890536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/9173259562406890536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2008/12/wrapping-it-up.html' title='Wrapping it up'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-7135099870523880951</id><published>2008-12-04T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T19:05:38.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Friend We Have in Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/STiWhMe90AI/AAAAAAAAAS8/vuqecSrTUps/s1600-h/Jun08+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276132460495491074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/STiWhMe90AI/AAAAAAAAAS8/vuqecSrTUps/s320/Jun08+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, since it's December we have pulled out the advent calendar. Every night after dinner Daddy leads us in a short devotion, then one of the kids takes down the number off the advent tree &amp;amp; the other child gets to put up the symbol from the story. Tonight the symbol was the black heart &amp;amp; the devotion was about how since the fall of man, all of us have been born in sin &amp;amp; have hearts "blackened" by sin from birth. During the story Moriah became sad. When we asked her what was wrong she replied that she didn't want a black heart. Daddy stopped &amp;amp; talked with Moriah about how Jesus offers us a remedy for our black hearts, to make them clean. We talked with Moriah and she said she wanted Jesus to wash her heart clean by asking Him into her heart and accepting His free gift of forgiveness. Daddy prayed with her &amp;amp; the look on her face afterward was priceless. She was relieved &amp;amp; joyful. She believed the promise that Jesus offers..."I will never leave you, I will never forsake you." She called Papa Larry &amp;amp; Grandma Debbie &amp;amp; told them her news. "Tonight I accepted Jesus into my heart and became a Christian."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe Jesus honors the prayers offered up in faith, even the faith of a 5 year old. The Bible tells us to believe on the Lord Jesus Christ &amp;amp; we will be saved. Do you have the faith of a child?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901737195009261379-7135099870523880951?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/7135099870523880951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=7135099870523880951' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/7135099870523880951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/7135099870523880951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-friend-we-have-in-jesus.html' title='What a Friend We Have in Jesus'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/STiWhMe90AI/AAAAAAAAAS8/vuqecSrTUps/s72-c/Jun08+078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-2019840058551834466</id><published>2008-12-02T08:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T08:31:32.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can you believe it's December already? I joined the throng on Black Friday and managed to put a dent in my Christmas shopping. I basically just spent my in-laws money since we are given a check &amp;amp; then told to go buy for our individual families, wrap &amp;amp; bring the gifts to their house on Christmas. It seems to work pretty well that way. I usually have a better idea of what Trev &amp;amp; the kids want, but this year I am struggling with the kids! I asked Caleb what he wanted for Christmas from Grandma &amp;amp; the only ideas he could give me were a wii or a Nintendo DS (both which are not in the budget). We bought the kids' big Christmas present months ago and so at least I don't have to agonize over everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed a nice Thanksgiving this year. We stayed with Trev's parents from Wednesday night- Saturday. My parents were still in town so we got fed twice on Thanksgiving &amp;amp; had the opportunity to see them each day. They left yesterday for Arizona, so it will be at least 5 months before we see them again. They had the kids stay over with them on Thursday night &amp;amp; had a little "Christmas" with them on Friday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Moriah &amp;amp; I are going to make some fudge....mmm! We will save a little out &amp;amp; freeze the rest for Christmas gifts. I tried this a couple of years ago &amp;amp; it froze great, so it will be nice to have it done ahead of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some of my friends out there are praying for my brother, Dennis, who is having some "issues" right now. If you are, thank you! Please keep praying, he needs it. Right now he is trying to do life all on his own. I am convinced he will continue to fail until he relinquishes it to the Savior. With Christ we can accomplish all things, but on our own the effort is futile, we are not strong enough...especially fighting the demons he is entangled with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make some changes to the blog, but I do not have time now. Hopefully I will be motivated to work on it later on today...we'll see. You all know how well I do with my updates;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901737195009261379-2019840058551834466?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/2019840058551834466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=2019840058551834466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/2019840058551834466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/2019840058551834466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2008/12/can-you-believe-its-december-already-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-2398281460772492901</id><published>2008-11-06T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T13:29:10.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whimsical Creations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SRNgfUYyJVI/AAAAAAAAAS0/nWNAeVnDVhs/s1600-h/stained_glass_029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265658480491111762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SRNgfUYyJVI/AAAAAAAAAS0/nWNAeVnDVhs/s320/stained_glass_029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My good friend Lori has started a business creating stained glass art. She has a lot of beautifully crafted pieces including picture frames, window hangings &amp;amp; she even does custom work. I have added a picture of one of her pieces here, check out her blogstore for a lot more, I have added the link here on my site. If you are in town, check out her show this weekend. Details at her blog store.  She has been at this less than a year and already she has become so talented that I just had to give her a shout out. Way to go Lor, we love ya! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901737195009261379-2398281460772492901?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/2398281460772492901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=2398281460772492901' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/2398281460772492901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/2398281460772492901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2008/11/whimsical-creations.html' title='Whimsical Creations'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SRNgfUYyJVI/AAAAAAAAAS0/nWNAeVnDVhs/s72-c/stained_glass_029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-7863152443788875955</id><published>2008-11-03T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T08:01:17.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets get dressed up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SQ8eH9XSjII/AAAAAAAAASs/o25XaFF2Mw0/s1600-h/Fall+08+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264459611499564162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SQ8eH9XSjII/AAAAAAAAASs/o25XaFF2Mw0/s320/Fall+08+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SQ8eHkIi40I/AAAAAAAAASk/oljtCn7wbuw/s1600-h/Fall+08+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264459604726833986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SQ8eHkIi40I/AAAAAAAAASk/oljtCn7wbuw/s320/Fall+08+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a day! 2 parties, a parade, pizza at a friends house, trunk or treating &amp;amp; trick or treating and a movie night with friends. The kids didn't fall into bed until after 11pm!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had so much fun at their school parties &amp;amp; the weather was awesome for the schoolwide parade &amp;amp; trick or treating.  We had a good time at Steve &amp;amp; Nikki's on Friday night too. The kids were even kind enough to let us sleep in until 9:00 on Saturday morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SQ8eHDxBV4I/AAAAAAAAASc/BapJtPEZN-M/s1600-h/Fall+08+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264459596038231938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SQ8eHDxBV4I/AAAAAAAAASc/BapJtPEZN-M/s320/Fall+08+024.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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901737195009261379-7863152443788875955?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/7863152443788875955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=7863152443788875955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/7863152443788875955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/7863152443788875955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2008/11/lets-get-dressed-up.html' title='Lets get dressed up!'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SQ8eH9XSjII/AAAAAAAAASs/o25XaFF2Mw0/s72-c/Fall+08+053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-2454800789642929697</id><published>2008-11-03T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T07:48:41.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Carving with Grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SQ8cdp9316I/AAAAAAAAASU/d7OHARiHtp4/s1600-h/Fall+08+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264457785226549154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SQ8cdp9316I/AAAAAAAAASU/d7OHARiHtp4/s320/Fall+08+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SQ8cdNjHC0I/AAAAAAAAASM/f20BY3D_E1A/s1600-h/Fall+08+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264457777598106434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SQ8cdNjHC0I/AAAAAAAAASM/f20BY3D_E1A/s320/Fall+08+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SQ8ccoDJUhI/AAAAAAAAASE/h2iAXDkqUH4/s1600-h/Fall+08+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264457767531926034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SQ8ccoDJUhI/AAAAAAAAASE/h2iAXDkqUH4/s320/Fall+08+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For obvious reasons, this is a favorite time of year for the kids. Along with the prospect of getting more candy than anyone would possibly ever need all in one night, they get to carve pumpkins with grandma. Grandma LuLu has made this an annual tradition since the kids were old enough to sit up. She came up on Thursday and brought 2 big pumpkins &amp;amp; a bunch of apples too. We carved pumpkins, made applesause &amp;amp; applecrisp...mmm! Thanks Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901737195009261379-2454800789642929697?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/2454800789642929697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=2454800789642929697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/2454800789642929697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/2454800789642929697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2008/11/pumpkin-carving-with-grandma.html' title='Pumpkin Carving with Grandma'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SQ8cdp9316I/AAAAAAAAASU/d7OHARiHtp4/s72-c/Fall+08+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-2447596934166845113</id><published>2008-10-18T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T14:31:17.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delinquent me</title><content type='html'>Wow, how delinquent I have become in the maintenance of this blog! You would think that I have no time whatsoever on my hands, when actually, with both my kids in school I should really have more! I'll post now &amp;amp; then I will post again in a day or so when I get some pictures uploaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall has been a lot of fun so far. The kids are in the full swing of school and it seems to be going pretty good. I volunteer at the school 3 days a week right now (it sounds like a lot, but they are all small jobs that take less than an hour each).  I enjoy being involved in the school because it gives me a feel for their classrooms and the other kids they are with all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun at the Post Family Farm with friends from our Pointe group last night. Trev drove the hayride &amp;amp; I give him props for not scaring the begeebees out of us like last year.&lt;br /&gt;The kids loved the pumpkin train &amp;amp; hay maze. I loved the pumpkin donuts, mmmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are gearing up for Trick or Treating &amp;amp; trying to get costumes around. Grandma will come up &amp;amp; do pumpkins with the kids like always, when she gets over her cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now Trev is mowing the lawn instead of watching MSU get creamed by Ohio State. Ouch, it was 28 - 0 when he shut it off &amp;amp; went outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that there are some new words to look at on this blog, I will log off and smile that I can avoid the ridicule of my friends:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901737195009261379-2447596934166845113?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/2447596934166845113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=2447596934166845113' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/2447596934166845113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/2447596934166845113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2008/10/delinquent-me.html' title='Delinquent me'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-7950337703230915346</id><published>2008-09-22T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T05:52:42.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cedar Point</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SNeR5hk_0hI/AAAAAAAAARA/8-YnoBw-6NA/s1600-h/image%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248824308175720978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SNeR5hk_0hI/AAAAAAAAARA/8-YnoBw-6NA/s320/image%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SNeR5pxLWCI/AAAAAAAAARI/GFQAYvrZ51Q/s1600-h/image%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248824310374291490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SNeR5pxLWCI/AAAAAAAAARI/GFQAYvrZ51Q/s320/image%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SNeR58wLwJI/AAAAAAAAARQ/he-fsV8mrKQ/s1600-h/image%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248824315470397586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SNeR58wLwJI/AAAAAAAAARQ/he-fsV8mrKQ/s320/image%5B5%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Every year, for the past several years, my&lt;br /&gt;husbands parents generously volunteer to&lt;br /&gt;take all us "kids" to Cedar Point. All of us (this year we only had 13...last year I think we had 21) pile into their motor home &amp;amp; head to Sandusky for the day. We always have a great time &amp;amp; this year was no exception. We had blue skies &amp;amp; sunshine! Caleb &amp;amp; Moriah each rode their first grown up size roller coasters! Moriah started out with the Blue Streak &amp;amp; loved it. Then we moved on to Disaster Transport, with great success. By the end of the day Caleb also tried his hand at Disaster Transport (twice) &amp;amp; conquered it as well.&lt;br /&gt;We got to see a show &amp;amp; the kids were pulled on stage, which they thought was a riot. Caleb was the "wolf" &amp;amp; Moriah was chicken or something like that...anyway, they had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;Trevor &amp;amp; I were not void of amusement either as we waited in all the long lines to ride the Magnum, Millenium Force (my fav), Maverick, Power Tower &amp;amp; the like.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Dad &amp;amp; Mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901737195009261379-7950337703230915346?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/7950337703230915346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=7950337703230915346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/7950337703230915346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/7950337703230915346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2008/09/cedar-point.html' title='Cedar Point'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SNeR5hk_0hI/AAAAAAAAARA/8-YnoBw-6NA/s72-c/image%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-3829487012475464766</id><published>2008-09-22T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T05:27:49.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Circus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SNeOqANxPkI/AAAAAAAAAQw/EfdagAeK2Gg/s1600-h/circus+9-08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248820742987005506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SNeOqANxPkI/AAAAAAAAAQw/EfdagAeK2Gg/s320/circus+9-08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took a family outing to Barnum &amp;amp; Bailey Circus&lt;br /&gt;when it came to town last week. It was a lot of fun. The kids&lt;br /&gt;were totally amazed at some of the things we saw. Dad was&lt;br /&gt;amazed yet again with Bello &amp;amp; his amazing ability to do all of&lt;br /&gt;the acrobatics the other stars do, while in full clown get-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SNeOqMi-VTI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/_V2ztQHUbLA/s1600-h/circus+9-08+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248820746297169202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SNeOqMi-VTI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/_V2ztQHUbLA/s320/circus+9-08+059.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/2901737195009261379-3829487012475464766?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/3829487012475464766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=3829487012475464766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/3829487012475464766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/3829487012475464766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2008/09/circus.html' title='Circus'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SNeOqANxPkI/AAAAAAAAAQw/EfdagAeK2Gg/s72-c/circus+9-08+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-4301663311491296738</id><published>2008-09-11T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:33:16.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SMnwx70x-BI/AAAAAAAAAQo/xFWjI_dZ5o4/s1600-h/sept+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244987981712979986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="214" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SMnwx70x-BI/AAAAAAAAAQo/xFWjI_dZ5o4/s320/sept+11.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I got this in an email from a friend and I felt it was worth sharing today as we remember those who made the ultimate sacrifice 7 years ago today. I hope it touches your hearts as it did mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;'MEET ME IN THE STAIRWELL'&lt;br /&gt;You say you will never forget where you were when you heard the news On September 11, 2001. Neither will I.&lt;br /&gt;I was on the 110th floor in a smoke filled room with a man who called his wife to say 'Good-Bye.' I held his fingers steady as he dialed. I gave him the peace to say, 'Honey, I am not going to make it, but it is OK..I am ready to go.'&lt;br /&gt;I was with his wife when he called as she fed breakfast to their children. I held her up as she tried to understand his words and as she realized he wasn't coming home that night.&lt;br /&gt;I was in the stairwell of the 23rd floor when a woman cried out to Me for help. 'I have been knocking on the door of your heart for 50 years!' I said. 'Of course I will show you the way home - only believe in Me now.'&lt;br /&gt;I was at the base of the building with the Priest ministering to the injured and devastated souls. I took him home to tend to his Flock in Heaven. He heard my voice and answered.&lt;br /&gt;I was on all four of those planes, in every seat, with every prayer. I was with the crew as they were overtaken. I was in the very hearts of the believers there, comforting and assuring them that their faith has saved them.&lt;br /&gt;I was in Texas , Virginia , California , Michigan , Afghanistan ... I was standing next to you when you heard the terrible news. Did you sense Me?&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that I saw every face. I knew every name - though not all know Me. Some met Me for the first time on the 86th floor.&lt;br /&gt;Some sought Me with their last breath. Some couldn't hear Me calling to them through the smoke and flames; 'Come to Me... this way... take my hand.' Some chose, for the final time, to ignore Me. But, I was there.&lt;br /&gt;I did not place you in the Tower that day. You may not know why, but I do. However, if you were there in that explosive moment in time, would you have reached for Me?&lt;br /&gt;Sept. 11, 2001, was not the end of the journey for you. But someday your journey will end. And I will be there for you as well. Seek Me now while I may be found. Then, at any moment, you know you are 'ready to go.'&lt;br /&gt;I will be in the stairwell of your final moments.&lt;br /&gt;God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901737195009261379-4301663311491296738?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/4301663311491296738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=4301663311491296738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/4301663311491296738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/4301663311491296738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2008/09/911.html' title='9/11'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SMnwx70x-BI/AAAAAAAAAQo/xFWjI_dZ5o4/s72-c/sept+11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-6688660062245741427</id><published>2008-09-10T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T18:43:14.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SMh3MwhlmII/AAAAAAAAAQg/9d_9_q28FOI/s1600-h/Aug+08+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244572827140855938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SMh3MwhlmII/AAAAAAAAAQg/9d_9_q28FOI/s320/Aug+08+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have a "praise" to share...Trevor has been feeling a lot better the last couple of weeks (after about 5 months of not feeling well at all). He had an MRCP on Monday &amp;amp; a Dr. appointment on Tuesday. The Doctor said that while he didn't have the full report yet, the radiologist indicated that his pancreas did not appear to have a lot of damage. He feels that, especially since Trevor is feeling better now (which could last days or years) that any invasive treatment would be far worse than the symptoms. He has given Trevor a different dose of anti-nausea medicine to help manage on the days when that is an issue. As many of our friends &amp;amp; family know, we were expecting to head off to U of Indiana or Mayo clinic this month in search of answers. At first the news was a little frustrating as we just want to be able to "fix" it! However, after digesting this information, we are both grateful that his pancreas is holding it's own and are confident that we can manage this without seeking additional treatment right now. We have to remind ourselves that while he has struggled with this consistently for the last 5 months &amp;amp; regularly for the last year+, he had been nearly symptom free for a whole year before that. We are grateful for the health he has right now &amp;amp; will continue to pray for many more symptom free days.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901737195009261379-6688660062245741427?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/6688660062245741427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=6688660062245741427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/6688660062245741427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/6688660062245741427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2008/09/praise.html' title='Praise!'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SMh3MwhlmII/AAAAAAAAAQg/9d_9_q28FOI/s72-c/Aug+08+070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-8465093259868215806</id><published>2008-09-09T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T11:22:38.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moriah Kay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SMa8tiGZgRI/AAAAAAAAANg/wCt74ghIkKI/s1600-h/8-2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244086306553299218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SMa8tiGZgRI/AAAAAAAAANg/wCt74ghIkKI/s320/8-2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Okay, I have known for quite some time that my darling daughter has a naughty streak. It has reared it's not so adorable head many many times in our household, but this latest deception I feel I must share (out of humor &amp;amp; a plead for prayer). One thing my daughter HATES is to be laughed at unless she is intentionally being funny. She will hold a grudge if she feels like you are making fun of her, so if you know her &amp;amp; read this, PLEASE do not mention it (unless you like having a 5 year old dislike you &amp;amp; cry a lot when you are around). That said, here goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Last week school started off on Tuesday with no problems. Wednesday she came home &amp;amp; said she got a Yellow light. Yellow lights are disappointing, but expected (Caleb got 4 in a row in Kindergarten) and usually they bring about improvement in bad behavior (fear of the "I know what's next if I don't straighten up..."). The rest of the week went off without a hitch with green lights both days. Monday night we get an e-mail from the teacher...we never signed &amp;amp; returned the &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; light note from last Wednesday! Moriah actually took the note out of her backpack, placed in our outside trash container and boldfaced LIED, saying she received a yellow light. Never once did she indicate any remorse or nervousness. She thought she disposed of the evidence, so it was all taken care of. I am dumbfounded at her forethought &amp;amp; deceptiveness (she is 5 right? Not 15 as I have sometimes been accused of calling her).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Pray for me my friends! What am I in for? If she can already lie without batting an eye and have no conscience about it, what am I going to do? Pray that her heart will be open to the Spirit. There is a battle raging inside of her. Pray that Jesus is the victor. I have to keep reminding myself of my long term goal. My goal as a mother is to raise Godly, respectful ADULTS. My job is to carefully train them along the way. Kids will be kids and their behavior needs to be carefully and consistently dealt with (I am trying:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Proverbs 12:22 "The Lord detests lying lips, but rejoices in those who are truthful." is a theme verse in our house this week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901737195009261379-8465093259868215806?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/8465093259868215806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=8465093259868215806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/8465093259868215806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/8465093259868215806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2008/09/moriah-kay.html' title='Moriah Kay!'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SMa8tiGZgRI/AAAAAAAAANg/wCt74ghIkKI/s72-c/8-2008+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-7391547351050573392</id><published>2008-09-04T12:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T12:50:48.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SMA6nUBmk3I/AAAAAAAAANA/JfBUFI9JWe0/s1600-h/idol+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242254413323998066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SMA6nUBmk3I/AAAAAAAAANA/JfBUFI9JWe0/s320/idol+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Yes, I know what you're wondering...Is that Tami &amp;amp; Nikki with the 10 finalists from American Idol's last season? Of course. They were all just dying to pose with us;) LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Well, thanks to Nikki (&amp;amp; PopTarts) I had the opportunity to go to the American Idol Summer concert tour and act like a school girl (jumping, screaming my lungs out, the whole bit). What a blast! My pal Nikki got tickets fro her B-Day and lucky for me she was lookin' for another A.I fan to join her (Thanks again Nikki &amp;amp; Steve). I had a GREAT time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SMA6nvkVqhI/AAAAAAAAANI/dPfAANYS75U/s1600-h/American+Idol+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242254420717447698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SMA6nvkVqhI/AAAAAAAAANI/dPfAANYS75U/s320/American+Idol+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SMA6nnNnzHI/AAAAAAAAANQ/QCe4yJaPbM4/s1600-h/American+Idol+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242254418474683506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SMA6nnNnzHI/AAAAAAAAANQ/QCe4yJaPbM4/s320/American+Idol+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SMA6oP42jWI/AAAAAAAAANY/sWt8qMNX2bY/s1600-h/American+Idol+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242254429393423714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SMA6oP42jWI/AAAAAAAAANY/sWt8qMNX2bY/s320/American+Idol+058.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/2901737195009261379-7391547351050573392?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/7391547351050573392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=7391547351050573392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/7391547351050573392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/7391547351050573392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2008/09/american-idol-concert.html' title='American Idol Concert'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SMA6nUBmk3I/AAAAAAAAANA/JfBUFI9JWe0/s72-c/idol+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-7309194927615661511</id><published>2008-09-04T12:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T12:40:56.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SMA5qcJOq9I/AAAAAAAAAM4/w5bLnplAtMc/s1600-h/1st+day+of+school+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242253367531449298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SMA5qcJOq9I/AAAAAAAAAM4/w5bLnplAtMc/s320/1st+day+of+school+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SMA29BbvU_I/AAAAAAAAAMw/jaqQSHyE2nI/s1600-h/1st+day+of+school+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242250388243960818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SMA29BbvU_I/AAAAAAAAAMw/jaqQSHyE2nI/s320/1st+day+of+school+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;cannot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;believe that the summer is officially over! School has begun and so my kiddos are on the go. Moriah started Kindergarten (I can't believe it!) &amp;amp; Caleb is now in 2nd grade. They both came home from the first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;day wound up like nobodys business. It took me two hours to get them calmed down (it probably didn't help that Grandma "LouLou" was there to welcome them home. We&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;celebrated their first day with a trip to the beach that night (it was the hottest day of the year).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SMA2rJu1RzI/AAAAAAAAAMY/17zIVtUcCIY/s1600-h/1st+day+of+school+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242250081233880882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SMA2rJu1RzI/AAAAAAAAAMY/17zIVtUcCIY/s320/1st+day+of+school+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SMA2rcDZi5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/0U8VFG6ypd0/s1600-h/1st+day+of+school+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242250086151981970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SMA2rcDZi5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/0U8VFG6ypd0/s320/1st+day+of+school+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SMA2rZmt7TI/AAAAAAAAAMo/SofsYLt93A0/s1600-h/1st+day+of+school+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242250085494811954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SMA2rZmt7TI/AAAAAAAAAMo/SofsYLt93A0/s320/1st+day+of+school+031.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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901737195009261379-7309194927615661511?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/7309194927615661511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=7309194927615661511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/7309194927615661511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/7309194927615661511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SMA5qcJOq9I/AAAAAAAAAM4/w5bLnplAtMc/s72-c/1st+day+of+school+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-2069920918621577878</id><published>2008-09-04T12:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T12:23:24.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SMAyyu7sdRI/AAAAAAAAALw/onnArR5uFCc/s1600-h/P1010053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242245813432513810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SMAyyu7sdRI/AAAAAAAAALw/onnArR5uFCc/s320/P1010053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SMAyyrEqqnI/AAAAAAAAAL4/IGREr2ALv9A/s1600-h/P1010061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242245812396403314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SMAyyrEqqnI/AAAAAAAAAL4/IGREr2ALv9A/s320/P1010061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every year for Labor Day weekend my extended family has a HUGE get together. Many people camp &amp;amp; some just show up for dinner on Sunday (this year we served around 100). My cousins wife Paula &amp;amp; I put it together this year with help from Butch &amp;amp; Kelly who willingly let us set up camp in their yard &amp;amp; put their teenage sons to work on our behalf (many thanks). We had a HO'Down theme this year &amp;amp; Paula had some really hilarious games she put together including a pie eating contest (a miniature version which Moriah &amp;amp; Riley joined in on below), barrel racing, cowboy relay (way to go aunt Sukie-above) &amp;amp; a fry pan throwing contest that I narrowly lost (5points) to my cousin Cassie. We had great weather &amp;amp; I got to enjoy the comfort of my In-Laws motor home instead of a tent (Thank you Mom &amp;amp; Dad). By the time we made it home on Monday I was exhausted! I will maybe sign up to do it again in another 10 years;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SMAyy638X6I/AAAAAAAAAMA/49yGmx_o9Fg/s1600-h/P1010082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242245816638005154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SMAyy638X6I/AAAAAAAAAMA/49yGmx_o9Fg/s320/P1010082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;           &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SMAyzMaQLEI/AAAAAAAAAMI/rfVm7n2FYxU/s1600-h/P1010070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242245821345311810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SMAyzMaQLEI/AAAAAAAAAMI/rfVm7n2FYxU/s320/P1010070.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/2901737195009261379-2069920918621577878?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/2069920918621577878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=2069920918621577878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/2069920918621577878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/2069920918621577878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2008/09/labor-day.html' title='Labor Day'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SMAyyu7sdRI/AAAAAAAAALw/onnArR5uFCc/s72-c/P1010053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-4642668864066935067</id><published>2008-08-25T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T18:56:05.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KIDZONE BLITZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SLNiYNmTDWI/AAAAAAAAALY/YJLc7Jfef68/s1600-h/kidzone+Blitz+8-08+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238638959668694370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SLNiYNmTDWI/AAAAAAAAALY/YJLc7Jfef68/s320/kidzone+Blitz+8-08+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SLNiYAvBOTI/AAAAAAAAALg/ISFcliVSM_w/s1600-h/kidzone+Blitz+8-08+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238638956215613746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SLNiYAvBOTI/AAAAAAAAALg/ISFcliVSM_w/s320/kidzone+Blitz+8-08+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SLNiYX6bLwI/AAAAAAAAALo/stGSp4lOdlI/s1600-h/kidzone+Blitz+8-08+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238638962437467906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SLNiYX6bLwI/AAAAAAAAALo/stGSp4lOdlI/s320/kidzone+Blitz+8-08+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;Our church held a community event tonight that was just a blast. They served dinner &amp;amp; brought in a Christian magician who was great (Moriah got to be an assistant &amp;amp; you know she ate that up). They followed it up with ice cream, cotton candy, hayrides, face painting, a fire truck complete with lights &amp;amp; hose the kids could spray and 3 huge inflatable toys! The kids were wet but happy by the time we dragged them out of there. I am so glad to be a part of a church that cares about kids and community. We invited some friends but unfortunately none of them could come. Awana starts in a couple of weeks which is a program that I love and am so glad that we have at our church. The kids get the chance to learn God's word while having a great time doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901737195009261379-4642668864066935067?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/4642668864066935067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=4642668864066935067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/4642668864066935067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/4642668864066935067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2008/08/kidzone-blitz.html' title='KIDZONE BLITZ'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SLNiYNmTDWI/AAAAAAAAALY/YJLc7Jfef68/s72-c/kidzone+Blitz+8-08+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-7259311606002727647</id><published>2008-08-24T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T15:45:43.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Horah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SLHYN0w9-SI/AAAAAAAAALA/xRtic5aI7xU/s1600-h/8-2008+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238205573622528290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SLHYN0w9-SI/AAAAAAAAALA/xRtic5aI7xU/s320/8-2008+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SLHYNy3fwcI/AAAAAAAAALI/RVUH1NFc410/s1600-h/8-2008+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238205573113037250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SLHYNy3fwcI/AAAAAAAAALI/RVUH1NFc410/s320/8-2008+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SLHYOM4dJpI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Qbdpa8KhdBY/s1600-h/8-2008+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238205580096382610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SLHYOM4dJpI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Qbdpa8KhdBY/s320/8-2008+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;I wanted to have a little party for the kids before school started to kind of commemorate their summer. They had a blast. We had water balloon tosses, sac races, bobbing for apples, water relays &amp;amp; a frozen t-shirt contest (don't ask). I cannot believe that summer is almost over. I have mixed feelings about school starting. I am not excited about it, but there is no use fighting reality. I guess I will try to heed Pastor Kevin's advice &amp;amp; Seize the Day. If I really put that into practice and didn't waste my time worrying but instead took every opportunity to teach and train my kids in righteousness while I have them at home we would all be better off. Happy last week of summer to you all:)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901737195009261379-7259311606002727647?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/7259311606002727647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=7259311606002727647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/7259311606002727647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/7259311606002727647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-horah.html' title='The Last Horah'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SLHYN0w9-SI/AAAAAAAAALA/xRtic5aI7xU/s72-c/8-2008+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-6505830769291474904</id><published>2008-08-21T14:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:50:03.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GO WILD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SK3ibUH_13I/AAAAAAAAAKg/0ExAE8OXbyE/s1600-h/Aug+08+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237090900588353394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SK3ibUH_13I/AAAAAAAAAKg/0ExAE8OXbyE/s320/Aug+08+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SK3ibXsBm8I/AAAAAAAAAKo/kQPqUzmpjLs/s1600-h/Aug+08+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237090901544770498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SK3ibXsBm8I/AAAAAAAAAKo/kQPqUzmpjLs/s320/Aug+08+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to the African Lion Safrai in Ontario Canada a few days ago &amp;amp; had an absolute blast. There were so many amazing animals to see &amp;amp; tons of other things to do there at the Safari. The kids loved the Elephant ride &amp;amp; the Safari drive the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901737195009261379-6505830769291474904?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/6505830769291474904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=6505830769291474904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/6505830769291474904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/6505830769291474904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2008/08/go-wild.html' title='GO WILD'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SK3ibUH_13I/AAAAAAAAAKg/0ExAE8OXbyE/s72-c/Aug+08+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-2481718308167426579</id><published>2008-08-04T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T14:25:52.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't go on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I feel like I cannot possibly continue on with blogging until I am able to find my camera. Somehow I am convinced there is nothing worth writing about unless I have a picture to accompany it. I would love to write about how much fun the kids &amp;amp; I had at the zoo on Friday. About all the cool giveaways and petting the stingrays and seeing the Lions there for the first time. Somehow it's just not the same since I have no fun snapshots to go along with the words. So if any of you out there in cyberspace have a 6 mega pixel Cannon digital camera lying around &amp;amp; you have no idea where it came from, let me know. I would be forever in your debt. God Bless&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901737195009261379-2481718308167426579?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/2481718308167426579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=2481718308167426579' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/2481718308167426579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/2481718308167426579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-feel-like-i-cannot-possibly-continue.html' title='I can&apos;t go on...'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-8971181577727832854</id><published>2008-07-29T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T10:19:24.384-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Girls Night'/><title type='text'>Girls Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SI9PNlniCOI/AAAAAAAAAKU/9yhSPd5UjiU/s1600-h/GNO.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228484787255249122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SI9PNlniCOI/AAAAAAAAAKU/9yhSPd5UjiU/s320/GNO.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A (much needed) night with the girls! It was nice, eventhough I wasn't able to be there the whole time. The food &amp;amp; the laughter were tops. I could've stayed all night chatting it up with my girlies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901737195009261379-8971181577727832854?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/8971181577727832854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=8971181577727832854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/8971181577727832854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/8971181577727832854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2008/07/much-needed-night-with-girls-it-was.html' title='Girls Night'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SI9PNlniCOI/AAAAAAAAAKU/9yhSPd5UjiU/s72-c/GNO.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-2882443320084728404</id><published>2008-07-12T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T06:21:51.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SHis9ITVPyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/d91aOnRe70g/s1600-h/july08+water+baloon+fight+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222113934136655650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SHis9ITVPyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/d91aOnRe70g/s200/july08+water+baloon+fight+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SHiraE7ZzbI/AAAAAAAAAJk/JNXKqpEarSY/s1600-h/july08+water+baloon+fight+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222112232423935410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SHiraE7ZzbI/AAAAAAAAAJk/JNXKqpEarSY/s200/july08+water+baloon+fight+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SHiskzjyE2I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/NumiTiY2N0E/s1600-h/july08+water+baloon+fight+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222113516251648866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SHiskzjyE2I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/NumiTiY2N0E/s200/july08+water+baloon+fight+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Moriah wasted Caled in a water balloon fight yesterday. It was rather hilarious. I think he was able to get her feet a little wet (maybe) but she clobbered him again &amp;amp; again. He looked like he went swimming when she was done with him. They both had fun, but Moriah had to jump in the pool afterwards to cool off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;It was a little annoying to take 25 minutes to fill 40 water balloons and watch the fight begin &amp;amp; end in a 5 minute time span, but it was worth it. The kids were surprised and excited, they talked about it for an hour afterwards and even now are laughing at the pictures. It's a good reminder that with a little effort (&amp;amp; not much creativity) I can change my kids outlook on a long summers day. The "Mom I'm bored, what can I do" was put off for a while, which was nice to say the least :)&lt;/span&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;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SHirbuJyI5I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/OI7Puyb3OjM/s1600-h/july08+water+baloon+fight+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/2901737195009261379-2882443320084728404?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/2882443320084728404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=2882443320084728404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/2882443320084728404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/2882443320084728404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2008/07/moriah-wasted-caled-in-water-balloon.html' title=''/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SHis9ITVPyI/AAAAAAAAAKE/d91aOnRe70g/s72-c/july08+water+baloon+fight+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-3299351319573258206</id><published>2008-07-07T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T06:33:42.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I subscribe to Girlfriends in God. It's a little devotional sent to me every morning via e-mail &amp;amp; sometimes there are some good tidbits I can take with me throughout the day. This story hit home a little when I read it. We all need a little cheering on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It was taken from Extraordinary Moments with God by Sharon  Jaynes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith." (2 Timothy 4:6 NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first swim meet of the year for the newly formed, middle-school aquatic team. The atmosphere was electric with anticipation as forty-eight adolescents thought of nothing but victory. Justin was among the bunch and was swimming the five-hundred-yard freestyle for the first time in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toward the end of the race, everyone had finished...except for Justin. He stole breaths as his hands slapped against the water to push it aside and propel his thin body forward. The freckle-faced youth appeared he would go under at any moment, but something kept pushing him onward. The race was won eight minutes ago, but Justin continued to swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One teammate, inspired by his brave friend, went to the side of the pool and walked the lane as Justin pressed on. "Come on, Justin, you can do it! Keep going! Don't give up!" He was joined by another, then another, until the entire team was walking the length of the pool, rooting for and encouraging their fellow swimmer to finish the race. Soon the opposing team saw what was happening and they joined in the chant. A chill ran through the room as the once concerned parents rose to their feet cheering, shouting, and praying. The room pulsated with energy and excitement as teammates and opponents pumped courage into one small swimmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twelve long minutes after the starting whistle had blown, an exhausted, but smiling Justin swam his final lap and struggled to pull himself out of the pool. The crowd had applauded the first swimmer as he crossed the finish line in first place, but they gave Justin the greater cheer for simply finishing the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901737195009261379-3299351319573258206?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/3299351319573258206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=3299351319573258206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/3299351319573258206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/3299351319573258206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-subscribe-to-girlfriends-in-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-8333037687538490542</id><published>2008-06-30T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T13:16:15.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SGk6cJSYcSI/AAAAAAAAAIs/1tGRt-2AsYY/s1600-h/Jun08+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217765898489196834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SGk6cJSYcSI/AAAAAAAAAIs/1tGRt-2AsYY/s200/Jun08+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SGk6c8kT1nI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C5HuI91ntEo/s1600-h/Jun08+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217765912254600818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SGk6c8kT1nI/AAAAAAAAAI0/C5HuI91ntEo/s200/Jun08+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SGk6dsCJPEI/AAAAAAAAAI8/V4sETW8XcQE/s1600-h/Jun08+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217765924996201538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SGk6dsCJPEI/AAAAAAAAAI8/V4sETW8XcQE/s200/Jun08+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SGk6fBEGMEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/C5BUm6D1ai4/s1600-h/Jun08+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217765947821404226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SGk6fBEGMEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/C5BUm6D1ai4/s200/Jun08+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SGk6gAjl54I/AAAAAAAAAJM/Hm-RcHpHcrY/s1600-h/Jun08+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217765964864939906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SGk6gAjl54I/AAAAAAAAAJM/Hm-RcHpHcrY/s200/Jun08+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You just have to love summer! It's only the end of June and we have already checked off (literally) a ton of things we've have on our to do list. We are not planning any big summer vacations this year so we have been trying to fill our time with trips to the local go-cart &amp;amp; mini golf place, bowling, library visits, park &amp;amp; play dates, swimming, "camping" and lots of ice cream. So far we have been having a pretty fun time (though not void of the "I'm bored" comments). We have lots more on our list but every time we add another check mark it makes me think of how quickly it will all come to an end. Summer won't last forever so I am going to try &amp;amp; savor every day I have my kids home (remind me of this when they are driving me bananas)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901737195009261379-8333037687538490542?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/8333037687538490542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=8333037687538490542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/8333037687538490542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/8333037687538490542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-just-have-to-love-summer-its-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SGk6cJSYcSI/AAAAAAAAAIs/1tGRt-2AsYY/s72-c/Jun08+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-9110167028124164422</id><published>2008-06-30T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T12:53:32.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SGk5ZiRLBeI/AAAAAAAAAIk/DKrhDv-cXg8/s1600-h/Jun08+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217764754143774178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SGk5ZiRLBeI/AAAAAAAAAIk/DKrhDv-cXg8/s200/Jun08+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb sports a new do for the summer. He has wanted a mohawk for a long time &amp;amp; I have always been a little reluctant to give in. I figure it's pretty safe now that it's summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901737195009261379-9110167028124164422?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/9110167028124164422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=9110167028124164422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/9110167028124164422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/9110167028124164422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2008/06/caleb-sports-new-do-for-summer.html' title=''/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SGk5ZiRLBeI/AAAAAAAAAIk/DKrhDv-cXg8/s72-c/Jun08+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-5339256457825539481</id><published>2008-06-13T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T07:03:37.512-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fathers Day'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Since Father's Day is this weekend I thought it would be appropriate to write a little about my wonderful and faithful husband, Trevor. Good men are in short supply but somehow I managed to snag myself one. I know it was not by my own doing but by the Lords hand. God saw me and knew every hurt and every need and brought Trevor to me. I am so thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He is not overly romantic or sympathetic or patient. He does not bend over backwards to meet my every desire or worship the ground I walk on. He didn't offer to run out and fulfill all of my cravings I had during my pregnancies (If we happened to be passing by an Arby's he &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; offer to stop &amp;amp; get me the shake I had been talking about). But he is real. He is honest and hardworking. He plays with our kids for hours on end with a smile on his face. He relates God to them in everyday life. He can make me smile like no one else. He puts our needs and wants ahead of his own and everyday he makes sacrifices for us silently. He is a man with integrity which is in very short supply in this world we live in. I know he loves me, he shows me and tells me everyday. I know he loves our two beautiful kids and that he is commited to raising them in a God honoring way. I am glad there is a day set aside to honor Fathers but I will try to show my love and respect for my husband everyday, he has earned it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Fathers Day, Trev. And Happy Fathers Day to all the other Dad's out there who do so much for their own families. Who tuck them in with stories of Jesus &amp;amp; give piggy back rides and divvy up the change in their pockets at the end of the day. The world needs more of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Deut 6:5-7 says: "Love the LORD your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength. These commandments that I give you today are to be on your hearts. Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901737195009261379-5339256457825539481?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/5339256457825539481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=5339256457825539481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/5339256457825539481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/5339256457825539481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2008/06/since-fathers-day-is-this-weekend-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-7843397579553532344</id><published>2008-06-06T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T11:14:14.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Today my heart is breaking. I am fondly remembering Ryan. His dry sense of humor, his easy smile and determination. He was a Dad of beautiful, miracle twins, Wyatt &amp;amp; Lily. Beloved and cherished Husband of Kristin. A life cut much too short. It is in times like this that we have to remind ourselves that God is good, even when life is not. He fought the good fight and now he is breathing unlabored in the arms of Jesus. He finally has those lungs we have been praying for and they will last an eternity. His life has touched so many. God is not done with him yet, his story will live on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_43CuDxvcVpw/SA_fNAO6SmI/AAAAAAAABg0/I75jf5eVrD4/s1600-h/Outside+Again.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901737195009261379-7843397579553532344?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/7843397579553532344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=7843397579553532344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/7843397579553532344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/7843397579553532344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2008/06/breaking-heart.html' title='Breaking Heart'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-1680285690233375158</id><published>2008-06-06T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T11:09:55.056-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Wall'/><title type='text'>Takin on the Wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SEl5vb22SpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/y4KkSW8hLNM/s1600-h/May-Jun08+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208828299869309586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SEl5vb22SpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/y4KkSW8hLNM/s320/May-Jun08+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SEl5v4CYDWI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NoPqvJS0oA0/s1600-h/May-Jun08+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208828307433852258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SEl5v4CYDWI/AAAAAAAAAHo/NoPqvJS0oA0/s320/May-Jun08+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SEl5wRxMsDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/FnnT-hGqueU/s1600-h/May-Jun08+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208828314341126194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SEl5wRxMsDI/AAAAAAAAAHw/FnnT-hGqueU/s320/May-Jun08+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SEl5wl7c-KI/AAAAAAAAAH4/M81vW4ilmpk/s1600-h/May-Jun08+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208828319752845474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SEl5wl7c-KI/AAAAAAAAAH4/M81vW4ilmpk/s320/May-Jun08+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids got to try their hand at rock climbing this week. What a treat. They both did great for their first time! It was so cool to see them so high up there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901737195009261379-1680285690233375158?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/1680285690233375158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=1680285690233375158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/1680285690233375158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/1680285690233375158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2008/06/kids-got-to-try-their-hand-at-rock.html' title='Takin on the Wall'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SEl5vb22SpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/y4KkSW8hLNM/s72-c/May-Jun08+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-6571994987463157577</id><published>2008-06-06T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T10:43:55.256-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Last Day of School'/><title type='text'>School's Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SEl0tuWIvaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1-DjRhoaK1U/s1600-h/May-Jun08+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208822772914503074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SEl0tuWIvaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1-DjRhoaK1U/s320/May-Jun08+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SEl0t7bfl6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/GynELilp3pc/s1600-h/May-Jun08+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208822776426633122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SEl0t7bfl6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/GynELilp3pc/s320/May-Jun08+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SEl0uI-SCpI/AAAAAAAAAGw/VGp3LE5WG5g/s1600-h/May-Jun08+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208822780062206610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SEl0uI-SCpI/AAAAAAAAAGw/VGp3LE5WG5g/s320/May-Jun08+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last day of school was a mixture of excitement and a little bit of sadness. For Caleb the excitement was in full swing until we reached home and the sadness took over. I guess I can understand where he's coming from. I also understand that it will pass and the joy will overcome (then will come the boredom:). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901737195009261379-6571994987463157577?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/6571994987463157577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=6571994987463157577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/6571994987463157577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/6571994987463157577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2008/06/schools-out.html' title='School&apos;s Out'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SEl0tuWIvaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1-DjRhoaK1U/s72-c/May-Jun08+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-3057701619299270618</id><published>2008-05-25T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T18:32:53.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Weather Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SDoRE0j4ByI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PUiIFgWqcLg/s1600-h/May+08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204491093906294562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SDoRE0j4ByI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PUiIFgWqcLg/s320/May+08+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The last couple of days have been so beautiful! We had a taste&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;in April then it turned cold again. The kids are so excited to finally have mild temps that I can hardly get them to come inside! Yesterday they had water fights &amp;amp; were soaked head to toe. Today was more of the same. Caleb only has 8 days left of school &amp;amp; we are all so ready to spend a relaxing summer together! Oh, Lazy Days, I love em! I am stocked up on popsicles and sunscreen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SDoRFUj4BzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/nUAIYsZoZmI/s1600-h/May+08+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204491102496229170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SDoRFUj4BzI/AAAAAAAAAF4/nUAIYsZoZmI/s320/May+08+006.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/2901737195009261379-3057701619299270618?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/3057701619299270618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=3057701619299270618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/3057701619299270618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/3057701619299270618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-couple-of-days-have-been-so.html' title='Nice Weather Again!'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SDoRE0j4ByI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PUiIFgWqcLg/s72-c/May+08+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-5627415890274003385</id><published>2008-05-21T07:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T08:05:05.745-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Some Highlights from Moriah&apos;s Preschool days'/><title type='text'>My Baby Finishes Preschool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SDQ3hoORPoI/AAAAAAAAAFY/mnxnA29f5B4/s1600-h/preschool+pics+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202844520392244866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SDQ3hoORPoI/AAAAAAAAAFY/mnxnA29f5B4/s200/preschool+pics+138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SDQ3iIORPpI/AAAAAAAAAFg/UpEu_eeiZsM/s1600-h/preschool+pics+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202844528982179474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SDQ3iIORPpI/AAAAAAAAAFg/UpEu_eeiZsM/s200/preschool+pics+141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SDQ3iIORPqI/AAAAAAAAAFo/342Rvtr2rpg/s1600-h/preschool+pics+240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202844528982179490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SDQ3iIORPqI/AAAAAAAAAFo/342Rvtr2rpg/s200/preschool+pics+240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SDQ0ioORPjI/AAAAAAAAAEw/dItxdrJNiQI/s1600-h/Moriah%27s+last+day+of+Preschool+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202841239037230642" style="FLOAT: left; 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Tons of learning &amp;amp; Field trips thoroughout the year. It seems like every time she came home she had a new poem, song, verse or word she could recount. I think she will miss it quite a bit. She is already looking forward to Kindergarten, but we'll try not to rush the summer away with thoughts of Fall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SDQ0j4ORPnI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/LHGF3Bx-Mro/s1600-h/preschool+pics+185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202841260512067186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SDQ0j4ORPnI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/LHGF3Bx-Mro/s200/preschool+pics+185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901737195009261379-5627415890274003385?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/5627415890274003385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=5627415890274003385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/5627415890274003385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/5627415890274003385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-baby-finishes-preschool.html' title='My Baby Finishes Preschool'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SDQ3hoORPoI/AAAAAAAAAFY/mnxnA29f5B4/s72-c/preschool+pics+138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-3886094733971868679</id><published>2008-05-15T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T08:06:36.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Headin' to the Gardens!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SCyliIORPgI/AAAAAAAAAEY/SPhtI57zroM/s1600-h/fred+meijer+gardens+5-08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200713675447549442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SCyliIORPgI/AAAAAAAAAEY/SPhtI57zroM/s320/fred+meijer+gardens+5-08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SCylioORPhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7aoZT65oXFw/s1600-h/fred+meijer+gardens+5-08+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200713684037484050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SCylioORPhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7aoZT65oXFw/s320/fred+meijer+gardens+5-08+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SCylioORPiI/AAAAAAAAAEo/tk9yOh97KXk/s1600-h/fred+meijer+gardens+5-08+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200713684037484066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SCylioORPiI/AAAAAAAAAEo/tk9yOh97KXk/s320/fred+meijer+gardens+5-08+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Field Trip! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Caleb had his last field trip today &amp;amp; we had a great time at the Gardens. There was so much to see and do. I think my hearing has finally returned to normal after the bus rides to &amp;amp; from. WOW, those kids are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;loud!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901737195009261379-3886094733971868679?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/3886094733971868679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=3886094733971868679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/3886094733971868679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/3886094733971868679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2008/05/field-trip-caleb-had-his-last-field.html' title='Headin&apos; to the Gardens!'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SCyliIORPgI/AAAAAAAAAEY/SPhtI57zroM/s72-c/fred+meijer+gardens+5-08+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-5753061649598746855</id><published>2008-05-13T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T18:11:52.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Ok, I am making up for lost time. I am publishing a lot tonight because it has been a while. We are doing well but have been very busy. Trev has been sick for weeks but I think he may be pulling out of it a little (hopefully). He is busier than all get out (it's spring)! He is struggling to keep up with quotes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt; I had a great Mother's Day. I was served waffles in bed (complete with warm syrup). The kids &amp;amp; Trev did a great job making me feel honored. We went to my In-Law's church &amp;amp; heard a great message and enjoyed the rest of the day with all our parents (lunch at one house, dinner at the other). I am going to be making donuts at the farm again this month (just a couple days)so put your orders in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt; Caleb is doing well in school. He is SOOO excited about "Camp Read" tomorrow. The whole school is putting on special events ranging from camp songs around the "bonfire" to arts &amp;amp; crafts intermingled with lots of reading all day long. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; My spitfire Moriah is keeping me on my toes. She has less than a week left of preschool, whatever will I do? She is so active, she is always riding her bike or scooter or wanting me to come outside &amp;amp; be with her while she plays. She also loves drawing &amp;amp; anything involving markers &amp;amp; scissors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Well, you are now officially updated on what's new with us. &lt;/span&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/2901737195009261379-5753061649598746855?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/5753061649598746855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=5753061649598746855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/5753061649598746855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/5753061649598746855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2008/05/ok-i-am-making-up-for-lost-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-7543232916383047707</id><published>2008-05-13T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T08:07:12.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chugga Chugga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SCo3vIORPeI/AAAAAAAAAEI/SIiGFVc0lfM/s1600-h/april+08+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200030002553372130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SCo3vIORPeI/AAAAAAAAAEI/SIiGFVc0lfM/s320/april+08+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SCo3vYORPfI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/20qgrJEwyZo/s1600-h/april+08+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200030006848339442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SCo3vYORPfI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/20qgrJEwyZo/s320/april+08+066.jpg" width="475" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Moriah &amp;amp; Grandma take the Coopersville train!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Moriah's last preschool fieldtrip was a hit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grandma was glad to fill in for Mom. Moriah had a blast,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grandma was a little bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901737195009261379-7543232916383047707?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/7543232916383047707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=7543232916383047707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/7543232916383047707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/7543232916383047707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2008/05/moriah-grandma-take-coopersville-train.html' title='Chugga Chugga'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SCo3vIORPeI/AAAAAAAAAEI/SIiGFVc0lfM/s72-c/april+08+065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-4647445041927384388</id><published>2008-05-13T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T08:07:55.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Children's Museum Here We Come</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SCo2jYORPaI/AAAAAAAAADo/rnQPVfoFuPo/s1600-h/april+08+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200028701178281378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SCo2jYORPaI/AAAAAAAAADo/rnQPVfoFuPo/s320/april+08+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SCo2jYORPbI/AAAAAAAAADw/4anUJVtPYqc/s1600-h/april+08+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200028701178281394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SCo2jYORPbI/AAAAAAAAADw/4anUJVtPYqc/s320/april+08+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SCo2joORPcI/AAAAAAAAAD4/72HKo_iS-hw/s1600-h/april+08+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200028705473248706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SCo2joORPcI/AAAAAAAAAD4/72HKo_iS-hw/s320/april+08+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SCo2joORPdI/AAAAAAAAAEA/J2RJt9G_R9s/s1600-h/april+08+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200028705473248722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SCo2joORPdI/AAAAAAAAAEA/J2RJt9G_R9s/s320/april+08+054.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;/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 all had a fun evening at the Children's Museum. The kids had a blast jumping from one thing to the next. As always Moriah lingered at the bubbles a while. Caleb had fun doing the scavenger hunt. Dad &amp;amp; mom just tried to keep up :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901737195009261379-4647445041927384388?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/4647445041927384388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=4647445041927384388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/4647445041927384388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/4647445041927384388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-all-had-fun-evening-at-childrens.html' title='Children&apos;s Museum Here We Come'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SCo2jYORPaI/AAAAAAAAADo/rnQPVfoFuPo/s72-c/april+08+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-8757316319701070172</id><published>2008-05-13T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T08:20:03.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Bash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SCo1aoORPXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/cjDLMS3yTMc/s1600-h/april+08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200027451342798194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SCo1aoORPXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/cjDLMS3yTMc/s320/april+08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SCo1bIORPYI/AAAAAAAAADY/4ZTtwqUCgrU/s1600-h/april+08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200027459932732802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SCo1bIORPYI/AAAAAAAAADY/4ZTtwqUCgrU/s320/april+08+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SCo1boORPZI/AAAAAAAAADg/LG-LBEOvaFk/s1600-h/april+08+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200027468522667410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SCo1boORPZI/AAAAAAAAADg/LG-LBEOvaFk/s320/april+08+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Caleb turned 7 without incident. He was allowed to have his first all friends party. He chose the construction theme, as you can see. Everyone had a blast &amp;amp; I am thankful that the cake was small enough to leave NO LEFTOVERS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901737195009261379-8757316319701070172?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/8757316319701070172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=8757316319701070172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/8757316319701070172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/8757316319701070172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2008/05/well-caleb-turned-7-without-incident.html' title='Birthday Bash'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SCo1aoORPXI/AAAAAAAAADQ/cjDLMS3yTMc/s72-c/april+08+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-4852452210527939271</id><published>2008-04-25T10:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T13:35:56.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am: A nurse, an arbitrator, a cook, a housekeeper, a teacher,&lt;br /&gt;a bank, a hairdresser, a personal shopper and a lover ;)&lt;br /&gt;I think: I fail a lot&lt;br /&gt;I know: I am loved a lot&lt;br /&gt;I am: Saved&lt;br /&gt;I want: Some peace &amp;amp; quiet&lt;br /&gt;I wish: for my family to come to Jesus&lt;br /&gt;I hate: when my kids fight&lt;br /&gt;I miss: going out to dinner&lt;br /&gt;I fear: I'll get back to you&lt;br /&gt;I feel: overwhelmed (today only, this is subject to change)&lt;br /&gt;I hear: children talking nonsense (it's kinda funny)&lt;br /&gt;I smell: Caleb's sucker (he just gave me a hug)&lt;br /&gt;I crave: Chili's chips &amp;amp; salsa&lt;br /&gt;I search: for the top of my desk (I really need to clean it off)&lt;br /&gt;I regret: when I lose my temper&lt;br /&gt;I love: Trevor&lt;br /&gt;I ache: everyday&lt;br /&gt;I care: about having an impact for God&lt;br /&gt;I always: sigh (it's a really bad habit)&lt;br /&gt;I am not: self controlled&lt;br /&gt;I believe: in the resurrection&lt;br /&gt;I sing: in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;I cry: when I am overwhelmed &amp;amp; hormonal&lt;br /&gt;I fight: when I need resolution to a conflict&lt;br /&gt;I write: my grocery &amp;amp; to do lists &amp;amp; occasionally in a journal&lt;br /&gt;I win: the war (but lose a lot of battles)&lt;br /&gt;I lose: my mind&lt;br /&gt;I never: do drugs&lt;br /&gt;I confuse: my bank accounts&lt;br /&gt;I listen: to that annoying animal CD everytime I am in the car with my kids&lt;br /&gt;I can usually be found: at a garage sale&lt;br /&gt;I am scared: of falling&lt;br /&gt;I need: to spend time with Jesus everyday&lt;br /&gt;I am happy about: the fact that it's FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;I hope: that Ryan will get his new lungs SOON! (Kristin's answer &amp;amp; mine)&lt;br /&gt;I am tagging: I have no idea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901737195009261379-4852452210527939271?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/4852452210527939271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=4852452210527939271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/4852452210527939271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/4852452210527939271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-nurse-arbitrator-cook-housekeeper.html' title=''/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-1483681506149999105</id><published>2008-04-04T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T12:14:43.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh what a week.  I am recovering nicely from a bout with stomach flu on Monday. Boy am I glad that's over! So far no one else has come down with the illness (thank you Lord).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Kids are now on Spring Break for the next &lt;strong&gt;10 days&lt;/strong&gt;!(The nit picking has already begun). I picked up a new (used) bike for Caleb and I am trying to teach him to ride without training wheels; it's going to be a process.  I am trying to keep Moriah away from him while we practice. She has been riding since last year and she likes to show off in front of him, which irritates him .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We have a dinner party tonight for some friends who are moving out of state (I will miss you Beth). It will be nice to see everyone but our party is shrinking as more people continue to get sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevor was at the rental until midnight last night trying to get it ready for a tenant &amp;amp; I had to go there this morning to work.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The kids &amp;amp; I leave Monday for my in-laws. I look forward to spending a few days there. I am hoping my nephews will work with Caleb on his bike :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901737195009261379-1483681506149999105?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/1483681506149999105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=1483681506149999105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/1483681506149999105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/1483681506149999105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-what-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-6770801104091078790</id><published>2008-03-25T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T11:56:54.099-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/R-6QCvJg8xI/AAAAAAAAACI/dWVS66GDSfE/s1600-h/Jan-Mar08+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183238597840532242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/R-6QCvJg8xI/AAAAAAAAACI/dWVS66GDSfE/s320/Jan-Mar08+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/R-6QDvJg8yI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_HCqzmQ4r3Y/s1600-h/Jan-Mar08+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183238615020401442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/R-6QDvJg8yI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_HCqzmQ4r3Y/s320/Jan-Mar08+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/R-6QD_Jg8zI/AAAAAAAAACY/rBsBXIimkDY/s1600-h/Jan-Mar08+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183238619315368754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/R-6QD_Jg8zI/AAAAAAAAACY/rBsBXIimkDY/s320/Jan-Mar08+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/R-6QEPJg80I/AAAAAAAAACg/xacssMuw1wk/s1600-h/Jan-Mar08+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183238623610336066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/R-6QEPJg80I/AAAAAAAAACg/xacssMuw1wk/s320/Jan-Mar08+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/R-6QEfJg81I/AAAAAAAAACo/U52HwjEloYw/s1600-h/Jan-Mar08+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183238627905303378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/R-6QEfJg81I/AAAAAAAAACo/U52HwjEloYw/s320/Jan-Mar08+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Easter has come and gone. We have more candy in the house than we have had since Halloween. The kids had a great time with all the baskets &amp;amp; egg hunts. They were even treated to a pinata this year (thanks Brock &amp;amp; Bethany:) We had a nice day in Eaton Rapids celebrating. We even got to see a couple of old friends at South Baptist in Lansing.  &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/2901737195009261379-6770801104091078790?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/6770801104091078790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=6770801104091078790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/6770801104091078790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/6770801104091078790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2008/03/well-easter-has-come-and-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/R-6QCvJg8xI/AAAAAAAAACI/dWVS66GDSfE/s72-c/Jan-Mar08+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-4619839575636090492</id><published>2008-03-21T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T14:35:51.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, since I am obviously making such a strong start... I am a work in progress what can I say:) I have been chastised by my friends...you know who you are, about my need to keep at it. Thank you for your "gentle encouragement".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, with nothing to say, writing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in spite&lt;/span&gt; of myself. I am trying to think of what I might write that anyone would even care to read. I am actually just enjoying the silence (I love cartoon time, my kids are totally engrossed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with what I'm thankful for: Today is Good Friday so there is an obvious answer. Thank you Jesus for giving up your body on the cross for me. It is the best gift anyone has ever or will ever offer. I can't wait for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Resurrection&lt;/span&gt; Sunday! What a celebration. The kids &amp;amp; I have been singing "Up from the Grave He Arose!!" all week. We get to go to Lansing to celebrate with Trev's family. I look forward to going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Trevor, I am also thankful for him (I am sure he will never read this, he has probably already forgot we have a blog). He is outside clearing the driveway from our spring snowstorm, he's good for a lot more than manual labor but it's a good perk;) He is an awesome hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading. Hopefully I will think of more to say soon. I plan on getting some Easter pictures up on here next week, so if you don't see them yell at me until you do. Have a blessed Resurrection Sunday (Easter).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901737195009261379-4619839575636090492?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/4619839575636090492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=4619839575636090492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/4619839575636090492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/4619839575636090492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2008/03/okay-since-i-am-obviously-making-such.html' title=''/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2901737195009261379.post-2551725778465934311</id><published>2008-03-11T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T19:01:02.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Started</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SDoZukj4B0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/6d514v2SF2M/s1600-h/Winter+07-08+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204500607258855234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SDoZukj4B0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/6d514v2SF2M/s400/Winter+07-08+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SDoZu0j4B1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/yjNhvyainfw/s1600-h/Winter+07-08+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204500611553822546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SDoZu0j4B1I/AAAAAAAAAGI/yjNhvyainfw/s400/Winter+07-08+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SDoZvEj4B2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/aQQY5unU_3Q/s1600-h/Winter+07-08+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204500615848789858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SDoZvEj4B2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/aQQY5unU_3Q/s400/Winter+07-08+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SDoZvUj4B3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/7JKA7EzEbEA/s1600-h/Winter+07-08+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204500620143757170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SDoZvUj4B3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/7JKA7EzEbEA/s400/Winter+07-08+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a While now I have been viewing my friends sites &amp;amp; wishing that I was able to create something similar to share with our families and friends. I admit I have been intimidated to try it on my own despite my friends urging and reassurances at how easy it is...we'll see. I am excited to get started. Who knows, maybe it will become as addictive as scrapbooking:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2901737195009261379-2551725778465934311?l=classicfam4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/feeds/2551725778465934311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2901737195009261379&amp;postID=2551725778465934311' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/2551725778465934311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2901737195009261379/posts/default/2551725778465934311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://classicfam4.blogspot.com/2008/03/getting-started.html' title='Getting Started'/><author><name>Tami</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06955050092529120428</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SODt8bgxOnI/AAAAAAAAARo/BE5TcwB3E7A/S220/Jun08+071.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_t1GLHaTT0Ss/SDoZukj4B0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/6d514v2SF2M/s72-c/Winter+07-08+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
