<?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-8927044900506957344</id><updated>2012-02-10T21:08:17.701-06:00</updated><category term='introduction'/><title type='text'>Wife, Mommy, Teacher, etc.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mommy to 6 LITTLE People</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09518365611962539704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SN-aunxydkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/csfpq_siB-Y/S220/me+008.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927044900506957344.post-1542087137443404197</id><published>2010-01-10T15:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T15:43:27.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/S0pIkujAixI/AAAAAAAAAUw/eKFrdF7EAWU/s1600-h/Kendrick.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425228496928541458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/S0pIkujAixI/AAAAAAAAAUw/eKFrdF7EAWU/s200/Kendrick.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it has been almost 5 months since I've posted a blog and almost 4 months since my baby man went to be with the Lord. Kendrick Donavan Little passed away September 18, 2009. He was the most wonderful gift ever given to me. I will forever be greatful for the time I had with him, I will be forever heartbroken for the time I missed seeing him grow and change. I know the Lord has sent this trial for a reason. I know Kendrick is in a better place. The Lord was good to us, he had alot of good days and he didn't suffer long. My only desire is that people know he had a heart for the things of God. His prayer was always "Jesus I pray for satan to get saved." I ask him once why he prayed for satan and his answer was "If satan gets saved there won't be anymore bad things in the world." He was generious, loving and wanted everyone to accept the Lord as their Saviour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My prayer is that thru my sons cancer and death, many (all people) come to know the Lord. Trust that he died for the sins of all men. Not by works, lest any man should boast, but by trusting in the Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to try to post more often.  Right now all things happen in good time.   Emotional needs of our other children are first, then their education.  As a homeschooling family, I am thankful we homeschool during this time.  Our children have alot of good days, but some days they need a break, that I couldn't offer them in a PS or CS setting.  Blogging and such get left behind some days.  God is Good and God is Right, nomatter what may come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927044900506957344-1542087137443404197?l=mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/1542087137443404197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927044900506957344&amp;postID=1542087137443404197' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/1542087137443404197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/1542087137443404197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/2010/01/time-to-blog.html' title='Time to Blog'/><author><name>Mommy to 6 LITTLE People</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09518365611962539704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SN-aunxydkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/csfpq_siB-Y/S220/me+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/S0pIkujAixI/AAAAAAAAAUw/eKFrdF7EAWU/s72-c/Kendrick.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927044900506957344.post-7163735213697105513</id><published>2009-08-23T14:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T14:46:41.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One week done..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We are going to have a great year. School started Tuesday and we had a great week. So far, we are loving the My Father's World curriculm. We had a science experiment. We learned about Leif Ericsson. The boys were in shock they had no idea someone else landed here first. Christopher was watching a show a few days later and it was Leif Ericsson Day on the cartoon, he was in heaven because he knew all about Leif Ericsson. It was alot of fun for the whole family. We took some pics here.  I forgot to take pics of the science experiment and regret it because the boys were so excited. We had another boy over that day and he loved it also. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373246221196081714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SpGa-DEaOjI/AAAAAAAAAUY/DtNf5PZqC2Y/s200/2009_0819chesnuttconcert0282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Nathaniel...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373246856944424642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SpGbjDaoFsI/AAAAAAAAAUo/_lb5rBLq9qs/s200/2009_0819chesnuttconcert0286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Benjamin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373246229184506802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SpGa-g0_67I/AAAAAAAAAUg/0VSITCyTnX8/s200/2009_0819chesnuttconcert0285.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Kendrick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SpGa9gB_byI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-PAm72i3H0E/s1600-h/2009_0819chesnuttconcert0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373246211790696226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SpGa9gB_byI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/-PAm72i3H0E/s200/2009_0819chesnuttconcert0279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Benjamin took the one of me, he loves the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SpGa8YBTC2I/AAAAAAAAAUA/5lLZDdqp13c/s1600-h/2009_0819chesnuttconcert0275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373246192460434274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SpGa8YBTC2I/AAAAAAAAAUA/5lLZDdqp13c/s200/2009_0819chesnuttconcert0275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Bible we learned about out names and how special they are.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a pic of the boys name pictures.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373246201418542002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SpGa85ZE67I/AAAAAAAAAUI/DQljN0q6c4o/s200/2009_0819chesnuttconcert0289.JPG" border="0" /&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/8927044900506957344-7163735213697105513?l=mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/7163735213697105513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927044900506957344&amp;postID=7163735213697105513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/7163735213697105513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/7163735213697105513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-week-done.html' title='One week done..'/><author><name>Mommy to 6 LITTLE People</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09518365611962539704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SN-aunxydkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/csfpq_siB-Y/S220/me+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SpGa-DEaOjI/AAAAAAAAAUY/DtNf5PZqC2Y/s72-c/2009_0819chesnuttconcert0282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927044900506957344.post-222439928268351329</id><published>2009-08-19T23:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T00:41:44.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School Day One...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SozeY1mbp_I/AAAAAAAAATQ/fb9W22HXl_8/s1600-h/2009_0819chesnuttconcert0256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371912973832660978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SozeY1mbp_I/AAAAAAAAATQ/fb9W22HXl_8/s400/2009_0819chesnuttconcert0256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started school Tuesday. It was a great day. It was also a learning experience the first day is always a test schedule around here. I would like to believe the year is all worked out but as we all know, and especially those who know me well, schedules are meant to be broken. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SozeYHXCCQI/AAAAAAAAATI/mDoCHymS57I/s1600-h/2009_0819chesnuttconcert0255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371912961420036354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SozeYHXCCQI/AAAAAAAAATI/mDoCHymS57I/s400/2009_0819chesnuttconcert0255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all pleased with how school is starting out. The Boys are very excited and motivated...and so is mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday was also Upward football sign up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SozhCGX23_I/AAAAAAAAATw/qXO2ldHzbAQ/s1600-h/benjamin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371915881732825074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 374px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SozhCGX23_I/AAAAAAAAATw/qXO2ldHzbAQ/s320/benjamin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was fun and of course the b&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SozgasO75yI/AAAAAAAAATo/GhVXgSaa-tw/s1600-h/Nathaniel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371915204701185826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 379px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SozgasO75yI/AAAAAAAAATo/GhVXgSaa-tw/s320/Nathaniel.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oys are excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/Sozh3H7K0NI/AAAAAAAAAT4/s4sxk11t-rA/s1600-h/chris.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371916792682434770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 378px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/Sozh3H7K0NI/AAAAAAAAAT4/s4sxk11t-rA/s320/chris.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8927044900506957344-222439928268351329?l=mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/222439928268351329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927044900506957344&amp;postID=222439928268351329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/222439928268351329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/222439928268351329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-day-one.html' title='School Day One...'/><author><name>Mommy to 6 LITTLE People</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09518365611962539704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SN-aunxydkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/csfpq_siB-Y/S220/me+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SozeY1mbp_I/AAAAAAAAATQ/fb9W22HXl_8/s72-c/2009_0819chesnuttconcert0256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927044900506957344.post-6176342751690315697</id><published>2009-08-19T22:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T00:22:04.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Flags</title><content type='html'>We had a great day. It was super hot. Then the Lord sent a great overcast sky to shade us and it was welcomed. We got there bright and early and left about 7 pm. Kendrick had alot of fun, but the morning heat brought the dreaded headache and we headed home early. Here are a few pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-fa.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3458764513847843834&amp;amp;site=widget-fa.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513847843834&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-fa.slide.com/p1/3458764513847843834/bb_t040_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3458764513847843834&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-fa.slide.com/p2/3458764513847843834/bb_t040_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=3458764513847843834&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-fa.slide.com/p4/3458764513847843834/bb_t040_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&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/8927044900506957344-6176342751690315697?l=mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6176342751690315697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927044900506957344&amp;postID=6176342751690315697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/6176342751690315697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/6176342751690315697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/2009/08/six-flags.html' title='Six Flags'/><author><name>Mommy to 6 LITTLE People</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09518365611962539704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SN-aunxydkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/csfpq_siB-Y/S220/me+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927044900506957344.post-7752600969333397380</id><published>2009-08-19T00:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T01:04:23.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so Proud...</title><content type='html'>of me, this new layout you see is just down right stubborn, I can do, all by myself Johnston attitude you see. Over the last 3 days I taught myself to make a layout. Wow, it was hard, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;frustrating&lt;/span&gt;, and completely rewarding. I love to learn new things. And even more I love to learn them all by myself. HURRAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you noticed the new layout then you see I am at it again. I am not going to back tract and try to catch up. I may at some point mention some of our fun filled days of 2009. Now is not that time...school started today at Heritage Christian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Home school&lt;/span&gt;. We have added a student this year...Kendrick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Donavan&lt;/span&gt; Little. We are so very excited that he is able to join us for Kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; I will post about Day One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today however I will list the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;curriculum&lt;/span&gt; we have gone with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stevenson Learning Skills&lt;/strong&gt; for Christopher who has severe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dyslexia&lt;/span&gt;. I will have to let you now how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rod and Staff&lt;/strong&gt; for Math, English, Reading Nathaniel, Benjamin, and Christopher's Math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;AOP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for Kindergarten...I used &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Abeka&lt;/span&gt; last year for this and I have decided I like easy going Kindergarten and lots of crafts and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Abeka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for Art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Father's World&lt;/strong&gt; for Bible, Science, History&lt;br /&gt;I am most excited about this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;curriculum&lt;/span&gt;, it looks to be fun and exciting. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; you will see pics of the timeline and all for school. I am glad I listened to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;home school&lt;/span&gt; friends and looked at the program.&lt;br /&gt;(We are and always will be a King James 1611 Bible family, so I threw out the children's bible they sent and we are using out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;KJV&lt;/span&gt; Bible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as I stated we have started school and are having fun. I look forward to blogging more about my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927044900506957344-7752600969333397380?l=mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/7752600969333397380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927044900506957344&amp;postID=7752600969333397380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/7752600969333397380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/7752600969333397380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-so-proud.html' title='I am so Proud...'/><author><name>Mommy to 6 LITTLE People</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09518365611962539704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SN-aunxydkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/csfpq_siB-Y/S220/me+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927044900506957344.post-6653660651706158563</id><published>2009-04-17T20:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T20:08:20.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Amazing!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=880fad7904fe55c4f9c3a0" quality="high" scale="noscale" width="600" height="526" wmode="transparent" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;p=880fad7904fe55c4f9c3a0&amp;skin_id=601&amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0px;font:12px/13px verdana,arial,sans-serif;line-height:20px;padding-bottom:15px;width:600px;text-align:center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=880fad7904fe55c4f9c3a0&amp;skin_id=601&amp;source=emplay" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link_image/880fad7904fe55c4f9c3a0/601.gif" style="border:0px;" width="600" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;utm_medium=txt3" target="_blank" style="text-decoration:none;"&gt;Make video montages at &lt;span style="text-decoration:underline;"&gt;www.OneTrueMedia.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Kendrick Donavan Little&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927044900506957344-6653660651706158563?l=mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6653660651706158563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927044900506957344&amp;postID=6653660651706158563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/6653660651706158563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/6653660651706158563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/2009/04/amazing-make-video-montages-at-www.html' title=''/><author><name>Mommy to 6 LITTLE People</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09518365611962539704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SN-aunxydkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/csfpq_siB-Y/S220/me+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927044900506957344.post-6512393926990275394</id><published>2009-02-02T20:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:06:37.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruth Turns 1!!!  Happy Birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>On to January 2009, we spent the new year in the hospital. We got to see the watch night service on the live internet but turned in early. When we got out it was just about time for Ruthie to turn one. We planned a fun, but hasty party. I bought almost everything at the party store. At the last minute Mom and I meet at Walmart, we almost had it all. Walmart messed up the cake. So mom headed home and I waited while they messed up the cake again. They kept smashing it with the box. What a mess. My best friend Toni and her children drove up for the party. I tell you what it is so wonderful to have a friend who knows you and stands by you all the way. The Vinson Family are always there for us, no matter the miles or time of day. We get calls from them just to say they are thinking of us. I praise God for good Godly friends we can count on. I praise God for all those praying for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the party...you will never guess the theme...one guess...if you need it...okay...Princess... so here are the pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-56.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3098476543636772182&amp;amp;site=widget-56.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3098476543636772182&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-56.slide.com/p1/3098476543636772182/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3098476543636772182&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-56.slide.com/p2/3098476543636772182/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3098476543636772182&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-56.slide.com/p4/3098476543636772182/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruth was adorable, she finally did something girly she wouldn't get her hands dirty and eat the cake, I was like this is when you get to make a mess. Mrs. Toni was sure it had something to do with the cake being vanilla and not chocolate. You see it is Toni's job to make sure Ruth loves chocolate. So we got the chocolate cake. Still nothing, so Daddy got a handful of cake and smashed it in Mommy's and Ruth's face. HA HA Luckily I had to birthday dresses. I changed her on the table and all the kids played while we visited.   Looking back I rememeber the birth of all my angels.  They are all so big.  I miss those newborn cuddle days.  It was a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927044900506957344-6512393926990275394?l=mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6512393926990275394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927044900506957344&amp;postID=6512393926990275394' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/6512393926990275394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/6512393926990275394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/2009/02/ruth-turns-1-happy-birthday.html' title='Ruth Turns 1!!!  Happy Birthday!!!'/><author><name>Mommy to 6 LITTLE People</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09518365611962539704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SN-aunxydkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/csfpq_siB-Y/S220/me+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927044900506957344.post-1943149174140663263</id><published>2009-01-20T21:46:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T00:46:05.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>Well I know that this is alittle late but it is still fresh to me. First thing we did out of the hospital was put up the tree donated by the Turners and fill it with presents donated by many, and they keep coming until Christmas eve at 10 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-13.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=lt&amp;il=1&amp;channel=3026418949597328659&amp;site=widget-13.slide.com" style="width:426px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;at=un&amp;id=3026418949597328659&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-13.slide.com/p1/3026418949597328659/lt_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;at=un&amp;id=3026418949597328659&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-13.slide.com/p2/3026418949597328659/lt_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;at=un&amp;id=3026418949597328659&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-13.slide.com/p4/3026418949597328659/lt_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on a warm winters night in Texas a large family gathered for family and fun. We started cooking bright and early and had a blast, and the kids played outside. Then we all sat down for a beautiful dinner. After dinner we had Hot Cocoa and heard the real &lt;strong&gt;Christ&lt;/strong&gt;mas Story. Then we headed for bed, well the kids did we still had a bit to do. The presents were piled high and we had a big Christmas Day planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-f8.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=lt&amp;il=1&amp;channel=3458764513824902904&amp;site=widget-f8.slide.com" style="width:426px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;at=un&amp;id=3458764513824902904&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f8.slide.com/p1/3458764513824902904/lt_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;at=un&amp;id=3458764513824902904&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f8.slide.com/p2/3458764513824902904/lt_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;at=un&amp;id=3458764513824902904&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f8.slide.com/p4/3458764513824902904/lt_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we awoke to a tree full of gifts. The kids all walked into the living room and it was crazy fun from that point on. We took lots of pcs and they are all I have except Thank you so much everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-8b.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=lt&amp;il=1&amp;channel=3458764513824904331&amp;site=widget-8b.slide.com" style="width:426px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;at=un&amp;id=3458764513824904331&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-8b.slide.com/p1/3458764513824904331/lt_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;at=un&amp;id=3458764513824904331&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-8b.slide.com/p2/3458764513824904331/lt_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;at=un&amp;id=3458764513824904331&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-8b.slide.com/p4/3458764513824904331/lt_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once all the fun was over and I have a surprise for later so keep reading. We headed to Dad's and had a great time with Papa and then we headed to Aunt Lana's for a huge family celebration. We had food, gifts, pictures and so much fun. Then the kids all took a ride on papa's motorcycle. I am not sure if you all know this but Kendrick loves his Papa so much and his motorcycle is exactly like the one Kendrick is going to buy when he grows up. Oh and he is buying ame a purple one. (HA HA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-f3.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=lt&amp;il=1&amp;channel=3458764513824904691&amp;site=widget-f3.slide.com" style="width:426px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;at=un&amp;id=3458764513824904691&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f3.slide.com/p1/3458764513824904691/lt_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;at=un&amp;id=3458764513824904691&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f3.slide.com/p2/3458764513824904691/lt_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;at=un&amp;id=3458764513824904691&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f3.slide.com/p4/3458764513824904691/lt_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I know I promised a surprise. After Aunt Lana's Kendrick was so tired that we decided to let him go to bed. And then we cleaned up alittle and settled in to relax. The oddest thing happened we got up the next day to more presents under the tree, it was full again. Okay you got it our children had so much given to then we had two Christmas' (I know crazy) So we did it again the kids loved it. Wow! Praise god for all our friends and strangers who felt like the Lord wanted them to give to us. So Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night. THANK YOU!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-76.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=lt&amp;il=1&amp;channel=3458764513824905078&amp;site=widget-76.slide.com" style="width:426px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:426px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;at=un&amp;id=3458764513824905078&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-76.slide.com/p1/3458764513824905078/lt_t013_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;at=un&amp;id=3458764513824905078&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-76.slide.com/p2/3458764513824905078/lt_t013_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;at=un&amp;id=3458764513824905078&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-76.slide.com/p4/3458764513824905078/lt_t013_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&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/8927044900506957344-1943149174140663263?l=mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/1943149174140663263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927044900506957344&amp;postID=1943149174140663263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/1943149174140663263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/1943149174140663263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/2009/01/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!'/><author><name>Mommy to 6 LITTLE People</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09518365611962539704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SN-aunxydkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/csfpq_siB-Y/S220/me+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927044900506957344.post-1336859381328903500</id><published>2009-01-20T19:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:40:33.282-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Dad and Sisters</title><content type='html'>Thank you from the bottom of my heart.  I know we may not always see eye to eye, but I feel like I should say I will forever be grateful for your hard work, endurance and love.  Stephanie, you are the hardest working girl I can think of... two jobs, running errands for others, constantly working on a benefit for your sister and a great and wonderful Mother, Sister and Daughter.  Dad, you and your friends are amazing and of course I have always said you are the hardest working man I have ever known...ever.  When the doctors said you couldn't work, you went right back and worked.  And now when you feel so helpless (believe me I know) you jump to action and put on the best benefit I have ever seen.  Thank you also to all my family... Jane, Aunt Lana, Amanda and there is no way i can list everyone, but you know who you are and I say THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that the Devil, our adversary walketh about seeking whom he may devour.  Sometimes the devil works thru people, sometimes he works thru ourselves; but no matter, never let Satan steal your joy.  You are awesome and thru God, our father, you did a Great Work.  I Love you and always will remember.  Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS We will post the final amount when we are done getting donations (PRAISE GOD)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927044900506957344-1336859381328903500?l=mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/1336859381328903500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927044900506957344&amp;postID=1336859381328903500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/1336859381328903500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/1336859381328903500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/2009/01/thank-you-dad-and-sisters.html' title='Thank You Dad and Sisters'/><author><name>Mommy to 6 LITTLE People</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09518365611962539704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SN-aunxydkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/csfpq_siB-Y/S220/me+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927044900506957344.post-3722561275729335431</id><published>2009-01-14T00:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T00:39:47.031-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Memaw takes the boys to Polar Express...in Grapevine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SW2EzppGb8I/AAAAAAAAAR8/YPocT6Mvlco/s1600-h/398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291031160116637634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SW2EzppGb8I/AAAAAAAAAR8/YPocT6Mvlco/s400/398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kendrick and Daddy and I hung out at the hospital (still in PICU) but it wouldn't be long till we were out. In the meantime Memaw, Aunt Michelle, Uncle Taylor, Uncle Casey, Aunt Emily, Christopher, Nathaniel, and Benjamin had a blast.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SW2Ey3S9b3I/AAAAAAAAARk/hXzdztPBv9k/s1600-h/396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291031146602000242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SW2Ey3S9b3I/AAAAAAAAARk/hXzdztPBv9k/s400/396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As you can see Santa is very busy this time of year...Hospital, Trains, Malls, a very busy guy.   Plus with characters like this who has time for rest.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SW2EyTRUwDI/AAAAAAAAARc/HIl0yMc9u7g/s1600-h/391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291031136931463218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SW2EyTRUwDI/AAAAAAAAARc/HIl0yMc9u7g/s400/391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course Mr. Conductor was on hand to punch tickets and keep those munchkins smiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well it looks as though they had a great time.  Thank you Memaw for taking them to see Santa and the Polar Express, and for all the other "small things" you have done to add up to uncountable large blessings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927044900506957344-3722561275729335431?l=mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3722561275729335431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927044900506957344&amp;postID=3722561275729335431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/3722561275729335431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/3722561275729335431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/2009/01/memaw-takes-boys-to-polar-expressin.html' title='Memaw takes the boys to Polar Express...in Grapevine'/><author><name>Mommy to 6 LITTLE People</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09518365611962539704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SN-aunxydkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/csfpq_siB-Y/S220/me+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SW2EzppGb8I/AAAAAAAAAR8/YPocT6Mvlco/s72-c/398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927044900506957344.post-3701450242730509661</id><published>2009-01-12T22:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T23:59:57.242-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kendrick Celebrates 5 in the PICU on Dec. 9th</title><content type='html'>Kendrick was on pain meds and slept a lot. But he was gaining strenght and staying awake more when his birthday rolled around. He turned 5 in the PICU which is not the ideal place for a party but the nurses and staff made it a great party. We had decorations, presents the only thing missing cake and the girls. While we broke many rules about visiting and would like to thank the patients around us, we had a great time. Kendrick had many gifts and even blew bubbles instead of candles which was lots of fun. Here is a slideshow of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e7a41314d54417a4e673d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="303" alt="Click to play Kendrick turns 5!!" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e7a41314d54417a4e673d3d0d0a.jpg" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=yahoo&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox scrapbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927044900506957344-3701450242730509661?l=mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3701450242730509661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927044900506957344&amp;postID=3701450242730509661' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/3701450242730509661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/3701450242730509661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/2009/01/kendrick-celebrates-5-in-picu.html' title='Kendrick Celebrates 5 in the PICU on Dec. 9th'/><author><name>Mommy to 6 LITTLE People</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09518365611962539704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SN-aunxydkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/csfpq_siB-Y/S220/me+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927044900506957344.post-4081485060128807386</id><published>2009-01-12T20:58:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:02:02.489-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Time at Cooks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SWwFttmA3OI/AAAAAAAAAPs/bNV4IwsbzKE/s1600-h/375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290609945144777954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SWwFttmA3OI/AAAAAAAAAPs/bNV4IwsbzKE/s400/375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas time at Cooks is wild, activities everyday and I thank God Kendrick was able to go to some of them. Some of the babies (and I use that word liberally like he will always be my baby no matter the age) couldn't go see any of the activities. We took the family picture you see just days before the brain surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290614615692312770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SWwJ9kvUgMI/AAAAAAAAAQU/7KzRImZK808/s400/misc2008+235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Cowboys came... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290614619839805698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SWwJ90MKOQI/AAAAAAAAAQc/y2YY8zf9OfM/s400/misc2008+238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;In this picture, I should explain why Kendrick is not in it but he is right behind us. Tony Romo and Pacman Jones came all the way back to our Room in the PICU just to take a picture with Kendrick, because we missed them the first time around. After coming all the way back when asked to say Hi to the Cowboys Kendrick turned over and put his bottom in the air, so we had a little laugh and then they offered to take a pic with us. They may not be perfect(what boys are) but they came back for my baby and that ranks high to me. Oh I forgot they came back even when the one leading them around said they didn't have time, Tony Romo said we'll make time. Go Tony and I don't even care about football. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290612621938755250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SWwIJhbbhrI/AAAAAAAAAP0/mb_zwiYRM90/s400/DSCN1619.JPG" border="0" /&gt; the Mavericks 'Dirk Nowinski' came...the Rangers came, the Zoo came, and their where crafts almost everyday. We got to go outside and see the Christmas show and fireworks with family all around us. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290614614064128642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SWwJ9erIYoI/AAAAAAAAAQM/IYSu8XCbNAU/s400/DSCN1664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290619275469358642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SWwOMzwvhjI/AAAAAAAAAQk/fZmDHKmQnEs/s400/DSCN1638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290619289676194242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SWwONor6ocI/AAAAAAAAAQs/d_KQHtVdLFU/s400/DSCN1692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290612628524466194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SWwIJ59lgBI/AAAAAAAAAQE/LvK4TOfI1DU/s400/DSCN1693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Santa came and everyone loved that.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290612629085324082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SWwIJ8DTgzI/AAAAAAAAAP8/lqKXHV1i4w0/s400/DSCN1628.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially Dad and Allen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We even made the paper, when the Zoo came. Here are a few more pics of the month...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SWwOOX0X_KI/AAAAAAAAARE/HicqtKTrsyc/s1600-h/misc2008+108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290619302328138914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SWwOOX0X_KI/AAAAAAAAARE/HicqtKTrsyc/s400/misc2008+108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love pics of my men all walking it changes often and always looks liek a new memory to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SWwOOHLmKmI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/CrfY4bG3ne0/s1600-h/misc2008+111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290619297862134370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SWwOOHLmKmI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/CrfY4bG3ne0/s400/misc2008+111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and My Man a few days before the surgery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SWwONwxHWDI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/5SVBf9yAvgo/s1600-h/372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290619291845482546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SWwONwxHWDI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/5SVBf9yAvgo/s400/372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sister Michelle came it was great to have her with me during what felt like the darkest time, I miss her so much during all the dark times and daily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SWwRu5l2neI/AAAAAAAAARU/PB61EA47FXM/s1600-h/misc2008+275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290623159684734434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SWwRu5l2neI/AAAAAAAAARU/PB61EA47FXM/s400/misc2008+275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My girls, matching clothes, cute smiles, loving those baby kisses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did so much during this month that catching up would be in possible, so this part is just an over view of December it was spent in the hospital but full of fun and love, surround by those we love and those who love us. &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/8927044900506957344-4081485060128807386?l=mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/4081485060128807386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927044900506957344&amp;postID=4081485060128807386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/4081485060128807386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/4081485060128807386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-time-at-cooks.html' title='Christmas Time at Cooks'/><author><name>Mommy to 6 LITTLE People</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09518365611962539704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SN-aunxydkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/csfpq_siB-Y/S220/me+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SWwFttmA3OI/AAAAAAAAAPs/bNV4IwsbzKE/s72-c/375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927044900506957344.post-7873241501187337235</id><published>2009-01-12T20:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:57:51.482-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Catch Up</title><content type='html'>Okay that title is exactly what I will attempt to do in the next few days.  We'll see how it goes.  I will go back to Christmas, which was great thanks to so many of you and then moved forward to the new year.  Thank you all for your prayers and support.  I am going to blog about the adventures in the Little World, please continue to follow Kendrick and his battle thru our &lt;a href="http://www.carepages.com/carepages/GodissoGoodbyKendrickLittle"&gt;Carepage&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927044900506957344-7873241501187337235?l=mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/7873241501187337235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927044900506957344&amp;postID=7873241501187337235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/7873241501187337235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/7873241501187337235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/2009/01/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing Catch Up'/><author><name>Mommy to 6 LITTLE People</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09518365611962539704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SN-aunxydkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/csfpq_siB-Y/S220/me+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927044900506957344.post-8907509022638364860</id><published>2008-12-06T16:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T16:30:17.132-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My "The Lord's" Boy</title><content type='html'>I know I have not updated here about my baby boy...it is hard for me to say the right thing, my husband is our spiritual leader... not just because he should be...I have seen many ladies spiritually strong...but I am "Oh ye of little faith"  I always have been, always have to spend most of my day talking to God and that still small voice telling me to trust, have faith.  But my husband is spiritually stronger than I and has been posting about Kendrick at &lt;a href="http://www.carepages.com/carepages/GodissoGoodbyKendrickLittle"&gt;God is so Good by Kendrick&lt;/a&gt;.  You can read all about him and our daily walk here at Cook's. To be honest i am not a share my feelings person because they usually aren't spiritual feeling, they are usually selfish, "Give me...my boy, his life."  I have to be reminded by the Lord, when my heart leads, that Kendrick truely belongs to God.  I gave him to Him.  many of you where there for the Baby Dedication at Victory Baptist Church.  Also many of you were there at Baptist Temple as we dedicated each boy and all future children to the Lord.  But you know mommies we tend to try to hold on even when we know they belong to him first and he gifts them to us.  I have studied alittle and come to the conclusion...They are our heritage (gift) from the Lord to the Lord.  Basicly He gives them to us for us to give them to Him.  And as someone said on the &lt;a href="http://www.carepages.com/carepages/GodissoGoodbyKendrickLittle"&gt;Carepage&lt;/a&gt;, Kendrick has brought many Christians back to the Lord, closer to the Lord at this time of His Son's birth through the illness of my (the Lord's) little boy.  Well those are my feels right now and I hope to help another mom to know our children belong to the Lord, even though as I type this I selfishly hope to hold on as long as I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927044900506957344-8907509022638364860?l=mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8907509022638364860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927044900506957344&amp;postID=8907509022638364860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/8907509022638364860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/8907509022638364860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-lords-boy.html' title='My &quot;The Lord&apos;s&quot; Boy'/><author><name>Mommy to 6 LITTLE People</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09518365611962539704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SN-aunxydkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/csfpq_siB-Y/S220/me+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927044900506957344.post-8071754131308082355</id><published>2008-11-30T03:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T03:07:32.724-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kendrick</title><content type='html'>It is almost 2:30 the nurse just left and I can't get back to sleep just yet. I just wanted to ask you all to pray myself.  The dr. from the Cooks ER said the cooks doctors have the CT and they are reading it we will see them tomorrow and begin our plan of action. It is indeed the worst we imagined and we are scared out of our minds.  I try to believe "everything will be okay", but I secretly know people mean even if the worst happens.  People always comment on how strong I am, but it is God and I am truely not strong, those really close know that. I am not strong enough for the worst.  I have always thanked God for not taking my children from me, even though I am wicked. I have no enemies but if I did I would not wish this on them.  I know God is in control I was raised to believe it.  However it takes on a whole new meaning these days.  Even with Cheyenne, I beg God for healing and he answers No or not now, and I beg God yet again.  He is on the throne, he is in control "NO MATTER WHAT".  "NO MATTER WHAT"  "NO MATTER WHAT" Psalm 127:3 tells us that "children are a heritage," meaning they belong to God. He has a destiny and purpose for each of them (Rom. 8:28). Therefore, the privilege of motherhood rests not just in the bearing of children. The true privilege comes from being entrusted with the faithful stewardship of the life-gifts of God, who will one day act as His agents, both now and through eternity (Rev. 5:10; 22:5). "They belong to God" Please pray with us for him and us and our other precious ones.  They are all taking it in their own way.  Please when you see them tell them you love them, but don't say anything scary. I love each of you as dear family.  Good Night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927044900506957344-8071754131308082355?l=mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8071754131308082355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927044900506957344&amp;postID=8071754131308082355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/8071754131308082355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/8071754131308082355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/2008/11/kendrick.html' title='Kendrick'/><author><name>Mommy to 6 LITTLE People</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09518365611962539704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SN-aunxydkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/csfpq_siB-Y/S220/me+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927044900506957344.post-1601047699277229386</id><published>2008-11-20T22:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:48:57.828-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeschooling Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SSY6wSRps4I/AAAAAAAAAPc/1RYAps8EAPY/s1600-h/new+pics+nov+2008+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270965015097750402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SSY6wSRps4I/AAAAAAAAAPc/1RYAps8EAPY/s400/new+pics+nov+2008+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our Animal Cell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I am not pretending to know what I am doing but this year is going great. Last year I felt over stressed and over extended. But this year I have down sized my work load and added more fun activities. We are having a ball. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am learning to let go of the traditional 8 hours at a desk and books idea and embracing the Home in Home school. We have a focused plan for Math, Language Arts, Spelling and Hand writting. Then we branch out and study Science, History, Music, PE, and play learning games in a fun relaxing way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we are in Science, this week we learned about cells. This is us making an animal cell out of jello, and candy. The next day we ate our project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270965011507209314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SSY6wE5mZGI/AAAAAAAAAPU/niONh10JEHs/s400/new+pics+nov+2008+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270964985196452306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SSY6ui4oGdI/AAAAAAAAAPM/iQ6Qy0b-Czg/s400/new+pics+nov+2008+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270965022331559346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SSY6wtOU3bI/AAAAAAAAAPk/8kDdJsYB-ig/s400/new+pics+nov+2008+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this time History is focused on the first Thanksgiving. Tomorrow we will make a tin can turkey with an empty can and construction paper and do a word puzzle for review.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learning games consist of several computer games I have been given from friends. PE &amp;amp; Music are with done with a home school friend of mine and it gives us much needed adult interaction.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(A side note all my kids are under 5th grade, I am sure we will need more structured science and history come middle school and high school.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that is all I have at this time.  I just hoped to help an over stressed mom realize it is okay to relax and have fun with your kids.  I have gotten numerous notes from "students" this year saying I love you and I love my teacher, and I am glad you teach me mom.  What more could I ask.  How many kids get to call dad when they learn to do addition for the first time and I got to see the look on his face as he read his first word.  Well I digress, It is clear I am a proud mom.&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/8927044900506957344-1601047699277229386?l=mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/1601047699277229386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927044900506957344&amp;postID=1601047699277229386' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/1601047699277229386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/1601047699277229386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/2008/11/homeschooling-fun.html' title='Homeschooling Fun'/><author><name>Mommy to 6 LITTLE People</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09518365611962539704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SN-aunxydkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/csfpq_siB-Y/S220/me+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SSY6wSRps4I/AAAAAAAAAPc/1RYAps8EAPY/s72-c/new+pics+nov+2008+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927044900506957344.post-4124941201217452479</id><published>2008-11-20T08:35:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:19:16.247-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SSV4cyixLcI/AAAAAAAAAOk/1IsTlnRiFAA/s1600-h/new+pics+nov+2008+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270751374906305986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SSV4cyixLcI/AAAAAAAAAOk/1IsTlnRiFAA/s400/new+pics+nov+2008+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Princess Baby has had a very busy last 7 days. First we went to Cooks for an MRI on her brain. Still waiting to hear from that doctor. I was going to put a video hear but it wouldn't load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While Chy was getting her MRI I was out shopping I bought the pillow you see in the next picture and a brclet for each girl. After the MRI she wasn't nearly as happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SSV4ctFKIFI/AAAAAAAAAOc/q9m5JnnD8bU/s1600-h/new+pics+nov+2008+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270751373439934546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SSV4ctFKIFI/AAAAAAAAAOc/q9m5JnnD8bU/s400/new+pics+nov+2008+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then this week was much more fun and relaxing. We got our wheelchair and it is about as fancy as the come. Well it has to be to be used by such a high ranking Princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SSV4dNC0G0I/AAAAAAAAAOs/xMgKZTDa3UY/s1600-h/new+pics+nov+2008+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270751382020037442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SSV4dNC0G0I/AAAAAAAAAOs/xMgKZTDa3UY/s400/new+pics+nov+2008+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her personal embroidery selection&lt;br /&gt;Color Razzle Berry &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Purple with Sparkles)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SSV5KNUQB6I/AAAAAAAAAO8/wf4WyTd-bso/s1600-h/new+pics+nov+2008+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270752155187283874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SSV5KNUQB6I/AAAAAAAAAO8/wf4WyTd-bso/s400/new+pics+nov+2008+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She read a book and was looking at everyone and all the new stuff the whole time. She was having a blast. In fact later when we tried to take her out of her new chair she had a fit and right or wrong her Daddy and I loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SSV5KrJ0KJI/AAAAAAAAAPE/DvCqWI8emRw/s1600-h/new+pics+nov+2008+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270752163196577938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SSV5KrJ0KJI/AAAAAAAAAPE/DvCqWI8emRw/s400/new+pics+nov+2008+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we are all set for a trip to Disney World. Hurray!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927044900506957344-4124941201217452479?l=mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/4124941201217452479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927044900506957344&amp;postID=4124941201217452479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/4124941201217452479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/4124941201217452479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-girl.html' title='My Girl'/><author><name>Mommy to 6 LITTLE People</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09518365611962539704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SN-aunxydkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/csfpq_siB-Y/S220/me+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SSV4cyixLcI/AAAAAAAAAOk/1IsTlnRiFAA/s72-c/new+pics+nov+2008+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927044900506957344.post-7994917666800509933</id><published>2008-11-12T15:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T15:09:41.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When it rains it pours!!</title><content type='html'>It all started with a broken dishwasher.  And we got it fixed.  Then the refrigerator and we got it fixed.  Then the phone and I fixed that. Then the dryer and I fixed that.  Then all the kids got sick, some more than once. Then the phone and the Internet and I did all I could, called ATT and they fixed it.  Still sick kids. Now there is a whatever the boys dropped in the bathroom sink, it is clogged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN WILL THE MADNESS END!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay a little dramatic, I guess.  I love being a mom, wife, etc, etc, etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927044900506957344-7994917666800509933?l=mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/7994917666800509933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927044900506957344&amp;postID=7994917666800509933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/7994917666800509933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/7994917666800509933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='When it rains it pours!!'/><author><name>Mommy to 6 LITTLE People</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09518365611962539704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SN-aunxydkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/csfpq_siB-Y/S220/me+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927044900506957344.post-4120994996869136742</id><published>2008-11-06T16:34:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T16:52:38.442-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dryer Maintenance</title><content type='html'>Okay after calling around and pricing heating elements, several saying I should also have the dryer serviced and the suggestion of a friend.  I googled electric dryer maintenance and it was easy.  I cleaned out my dryer.  All I had to pay for was time and I also learned that my heating element is fine.  I feel as though,  as a woman, they said that to make $50 an hour plus the parts.  I ordered the part and said I could handle the rest.  Later, only to learn my heating element is fine.  So just a blog to say if it breaks google it and if your dryer is less than 7 years old don't order a heating element unless you know it is cleaned out first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the steps:  (the site recommended you service once a year unless you dry a lot than twice a year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My dryer takes to long to dry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unplug and remove the back&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean out lent hose and wall vent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On the left hand side (at the back)  of dryer is the lent vent (mine is black)  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unscrew and pull open (not off) you have to hold it open &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use free hand and pull out lent and other stuff and Vacuum out &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Close replace screws.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vacuum out the parts of the dryer you see&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wipe with wet cloth (I didn't use soap to be safe) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Allow to dry (it really should not be that wet)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Replace back cover, Hose and plug in&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Start dryer for about two minutes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Open the door and feel that heat like when it was new.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not hot call a repair man or change the heating element yourself. (It's easy, I took mine off and put it back today)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this helps someone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927044900506957344-4120994996869136742?l=mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/4120994996869136742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927044900506957344&amp;postID=4120994996869136742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/4120994996869136742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/4120994996869136742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/2008/11/dryer-maintenance.html' title='Dryer Maintenance'/><author><name>Mommy to 6 LITTLE People</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09518365611962539704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SN-aunxydkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/csfpq_siB-Y/S220/me+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927044900506957344.post-5051764193839031326</id><published>2008-11-01T20:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T20:53:44.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10: Why I should give to Missions</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because the love of God is shed abroad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;With out Faith it is impossible to please God&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because there is an eternal punishment for sin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because we know there is one mediator between God and Man (the man Jesus Christ)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because there is only one name by which man must be saved&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A lost sinner must hear the call..In order to beieve they must hear...before they can hear they must have a preacher&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because I know I have a command from God&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because I know God will supply all my needs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Becasue I know if I don't it's Sin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because I know that God will say...Well done thy Good and Faithful Servant&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missions Conference 2008 is going great here at Victory Baptist Church. I thought this would help us all. Tonight was our International Dinner and Devotion before the Faith Promise tommorrow. Bro. David Lott brought this devotion. I hope we are all doing what God wants us to do concerning Missions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Prayer for His Will&lt;br /&gt;Alicia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927044900506957344-5051764193839031326?l=mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/5051764193839031326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927044900506957344&amp;postID=5051764193839031326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/5051764193839031326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/5051764193839031326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/2008/11/top-10-why-i-should-give-to-missions.html' title='Top 10: Why I should give to Missions'/><author><name>Mommy to 6 LITTLE People</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09518365611962539704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SN-aunxydkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/csfpq_siB-Y/S220/me+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927044900506957344.post-3828572047805039482</id><published>2008-10-24T15:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T16:59:57.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Pumpkin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://webfetti.smileycentral.com/download/index.jhtml?partner=ZKzeb032_ZKxdm173YYUS&amp;amp;utm_campaign=wf_3d_graphic&amp;amp;utm_source=1052827&amp;amp;utm_medium=wf_blogger"&gt;&lt;img alt="Webfetti.com" src="http://ak.webfetti.com/assets/3dani/1/199.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="18" src="http://t.webfetti.com/images/nocache/tr/wf/rds/3d/bl/1052827.gif" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260829317108427890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SQI4ZA41bHI/AAAAAAAAANc/sSTLjtxpA4E/s400/Harvest+2008+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pumpkin Prayer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut off the top:&lt;br /&gt;Lord, open my mind and fill me&lt;br /&gt;with your wisdom and guidance.&lt;br /&gt;Scoop out the yuckies:&lt;br /&gt;Lord, take out all my fussies and&lt;br /&gt;frownies and fill me with your love.&lt;br /&gt;Carve out the eyes:&lt;br /&gt;Lord, open my eyes to see&lt;br /&gt;all the beautiful things you have made.&lt;br /&gt;Carve out the nose:&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help me to be a sweet&lt;br /&gt;fragrance for you.&lt;br /&gt;Carve out the mouth:&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help me to always speak&lt;br /&gt;Your words of love and kindness.&lt;br /&gt;Place in a candle:&lt;br /&gt;Lord, let me be a light to others&lt;br /&gt;For you have filled me with Your Light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it is that time again, my favorite time. No air or heat needed here in Texas. You can sit on the porch in the early morning with a hot cappiucino, wrapped in a throw and relax. It all builds up to the Lord's Birthday. Not to mention all the baking and treats everywhere you go, and all the treats we are making at home. We started the holiday season making a mess. We cut out and painted pumpkins. Made roasted pumpkin seeds and look forward to the pumpkin pies (from the little pumpkins) in a few weeks. I hope you are all enjoying the Harvest season.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260829332234097906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SQI4Z5PE1PI/AAAAAAAAANk/V7nYmBm_OfY/s400/Harvest+2008+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The boys digging out the yucky stuff&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260829340171333186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SQI4aWzdbkI/AAAAAAAAAN0/CSvZyx9W_dc/s400/Harvest+2008+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Benjamin yuck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SQI4aekAxGI/AAAAAAAAANs/s2jA85uR-3Y/s1600-h/Harvest+2008+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260829342254023778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SQI4aekAxGI/AAAAAAAAANs/s2jA85uR-3Y/s400/Harvest+2008+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nathaniel and yes he really ate some!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SQJBJsV0DoI/AAAAAAAAAOU/txXQiI_MIck/s1600-h/Harvest+2008+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260838949499440770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SQJBJsV0DoI/AAAAAAAAAOU/txXQiI_MIck/s400/Harvest+2008+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chy loves to paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SQJBJLVbprI/AAAAAAAAAOM/gOhDFfSgz_o/s1600-h/Harvest+2008+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260838940639471282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SQJBJLVbprI/AAAAAAAAAOM/gOhDFfSgz_o/s400/Harvest+2008+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy cuts out the face:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SQJBI7SGBVI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Pfr43EVatQc/s1600-h/Harvest+2008+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260838936330503506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SQJBI7SGBVI/AAAAAAAAAOE/Pfr43EVatQc/s400/Harvest+2008+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christopher loves anything messy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SQJBIWacOhI/AAAAAAAAAN8/79lQY7RfpfE/s1600-h/Harvest+2008+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260838926433401362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SQJBIWacOhI/AAAAAAAAAN8/79lQY7RfpfE/s400/Harvest+2008+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kendrick handsome and messy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927044900506957344-3828572047805039482?l=mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3828572047805039482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927044900506957344&amp;postID=3828572047805039482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/3828572047805039482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/3828572047805039482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-pumpkin.html' title='Pumpkin Pumpkin'/><author><name>Mommy to 6 LITTLE People</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09518365611962539704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SN-aunxydkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/csfpq_siB-Y/S220/me+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SQI4ZA41bHI/AAAAAAAAANc/sSTLjtxpA4E/s72-c/Harvest+2008+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927044900506957344.post-2419889818630762298</id><published>2008-10-22T07:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T08:03:15.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Crazy Devotion</title><content type='html'>Well, just a blog about being a mommy.  Since our Ruthie came I have been sleeping in, waking at 7 am or even 8 am.  All the while, I knew I needed to get up earlier.  You know, "she riseth while it is yet night..."  Proverbs 31: something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lately I am feeling a little more energetic, on the days my hubby works nights I stay up till 2 or 3 cleaning up my home, folding clothes and all that.  We all know it is better to do things early and sleep at night, Right?  Also we have started a ladies Bible study at church, it was great at our first meeting.  Their are ladies of all ages.  I love to hear our older saints talk about how they also felt overwhelmed as young mothers.  Sometimes I think I am the only one, or it is because I have a lot of children but every lady with children raised said they too felt overwhelmed with little ones and housework and church and all.  They all also said what made the difference on many days was whether or not they got up with the Lord.  Anyway, today is the day.  I got up early and my plan of attack was time with the Lord, a little housework, get dressed for the day and wake the kids and start off right.  Well I woke up at 5:45, alarm was set at 6, but I figured my body was excited to start our new plan of attack also, so I got up. I no sooner than went to the restroom and # 2 was awake.  Then # 3, then # 4, then # 6 started to cry.  Okay by know my plan is failing and I am completely frustrated.  What went wrong.  So, I awaken Allen, "Honey they are all up and I haven't even had my my with the Lord yet. "  "Make them go back to bed."  "Okay!!"  So I sent them all back to bed.  (Crying) New plan,  have a shower and my time with God; In the shower, no Bible today, just prayer. So I can't hear the crying because I made them go back to bed.  So Day One of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my plan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; gone.  While I type this three have gone potty, two asked if it is time to get up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is the point, yes time with God is of top importance, but let us remember, we are often taken off track.  I took my shower and spent time with God.  Right or Wrong?? I think it made me relax, feel better, lose my frustration so my kids can have a good mom today, so Right?  We need to remember that our plan will fail, we are human, and time alone with God means "Time alone with God".  Even if it has to happen in the shower so you can't hear the crying kids.  I mean reality is some days the morning may not be the best time for a devotion that day, and it won't hurt, never has hurt a child to cry for 20 minutes while you pray in the shower, so you can't hear them.  And side note: no one was crying when I got out of the shower, they were just waiting to ask me if they could know get up.  And I can do my devotion tonight after they go to bed and my hubby goes to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I know I rambled and  not a lot of sense, but maybe I can help a young mom today, though my frustration and regaining of control though God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927044900506957344-2419889818630762298?l=mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/2419889818630762298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927044900506957344&amp;postID=2419889818630762298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/2419889818630762298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/2419889818630762298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/2008/10/mommy-crazy-devotion.html' title='Mommy Crazy Devotion'/><author><name>Mommy to 6 LITTLE People</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09518365611962539704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SN-aunxydkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/csfpq_siB-Y/S220/me+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927044900506957344.post-8736865871384900282</id><published>2008-10-15T11:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:42:15.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christopher Breaks His Arm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257431217113471522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SPYl1j8ZGiI/AAAAAAAAANE/b3lwzLuRVss/s400/DSCN1202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; His arm, as you can see his wrist and hand are above the rest of his arm.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it was a great day and all was going well. We had a 10:30 appointment for Cheyenne in Fort Worth. And just as normal we had a great appointment. I was encouraged by the doctor. He is pleased with Cheyenne and we have started a second medication to help loosen her up. After the appointment. We went to McDonald's for a visit and lunch. We were all there, Mom, Brandi, Taylor, Crissy and all the munchkins. We were having a ball and all the sudden Christopher yells, "I broke my arm, my arm is broken." In true form of a mom with 6 kids, I lazily said, "Let me see." All the while thinking kids are so dramatic. It only took one glance to see it was broken, I became sick immediately at the sight of my baby's arm flapping around. I yelled, Mom said "let me see." Again in a true mom of 6 way. I just handed his arm to her. Then she saw. She grabbed Christopher and we were off. I was running around gathering my brood and my mom was yelling let's go. I was thinking I am I have 6 kids to gather. It never dawned on me Brandi, Taylor and Crissy could get them. I was in full panic mode. Once reminded they could handle it, we ran out the door and drove as fast as possible to the hospital (we had our flashers on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both Christopher and I were crying off and on (he was actually stronger than I), and my mom trying not to cry and drive. We pulled up and they came out to get Christopher. I love how the people at Cooks are always so strong and calm. I love that I feel comfortable knowing "kids are what they do", they fix kids daily and I can trust them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257431197608346082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SPYl0bSAgeI/AAAAAAAAAMs/bNGX1LIImRg/s400/DSCN1199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Before morphine, see the pain in those eyes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257431202169581202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SPYl0sRfbpI/AAAAAAAAAM0/YlOtq15ghy8/s400/DSCN1200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After morphine, so adorable.  It was a reminder he is a baby.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257431208982776418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SPYl1Fp4imI/AAAAAAAAAM8/IuEpuM_Cexw/s400/DSCN1201.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Chris and Memaw waiting for doctors.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we went right back, had x-rays and the doctors made sure no skin was broken. He broke the two bones in his right arm. It is right behind the growth plate, which it is really awesome that he didn't break the growth plate. He was so unbelievably strong and brave. We had called daddy from the car and he was on his way immediately. He came in and made us all feel a little better, just being there. We went up stairs to minor surgery area. He was given medicine to make him sleep, another to dry his mouth so he wouldn't choke while sleeping, and a medicine so he wouldn't remember the procedure. No pins, or major surgery was needed. They just moved it back in place. The x-rays before the procedure were very scary for a mom, but the x-rays after looked like a normal arm with a crack or something. He has been in pain some but comfortable with the medicine they sent home. He is mostly upset over the fact that he can't play right now, which is the hardest part for a 9 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257431225384337010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SPYl2CwUfnI/AAAAAAAAANM/ogAMpNbbg8E/s400/DSCN1203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daddy and Chris in recovery.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In recovery he was seeing double and wishing this had not happened.  But he was not in pain.&lt;br /&gt;I awoke last night and finally thought of something to thank God for in this, "He didn't hit his head." When I think about how he must have fallen it easily could have been his head that hit the bottom step. Also there are a lot of parents who have kids that didn't leave Cook's that day and other who have kids who will leave with major illnesses. So out of all we can always thank God for something, even it if it does take a few days for our flesh to remember something. Thank you all for your prayers.  I will keep you all posted on how things go at our next appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257433129101844562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SPYnk2p8YFI/AAAAAAAAANU/lzeAaZnA-Yk/s400/DSCN1205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He looks a little dopey because of the medicine, but here we are on our way home.  He got this new shirt because mommy and memaw asked them to cut off his other shirt to prevent more pain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927044900506957344-8736865871384900282?l=mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/8736865871384900282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927044900506957344&amp;postID=8736865871384900282' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/8736865871384900282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/8736865871384900282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/2008/10/christopher-breaks-his-arm.html' title='Christopher Breaks His Arm'/><author><name>Mommy to 6 LITTLE People</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09518365611962539704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SN-aunxydkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/csfpq_siB-Y/S220/me+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SPYl1j8ZGiI/AAAAAAAAANE/b3lwzLuRVss/s72-c/DSCN1202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927044900506957344.post-7353026468619057431</id><published>2008-09-26T00:08:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T01:48:21.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Casey is Home from Iraq</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am so very excited. &lt;strong&gt;My brother is finally back on American soil&lt;/strong&gt;. Even though he is stationed in Kentucky at least it is America. He is on leave right now. He started out at my sister's in Ohio, then headed home to see Mom. He came to our house this week. The week started off with a bang. His car broke down. Thank God we have a great man in our church we can trust to do a good job. The rest of the week went super. Tuesday he arrived and with the car and all we just relaxed. Wednesday we headed out to see The Train Museum, it was a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250196735076068082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SNxyHSMf6vI/AAAAAAAAAII/6Zp3IJIMbDQ/s400/103_1442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Casey on the Train out West.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250196747132352626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SNxyH_G8OHI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/39cxg3DK7zA/s400/103_1441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250196744650118418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SNxyH13IVRI/AAAAAAAAAIY/kwvwmWk_zaE/s400/103_1454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of course my boys have always loved Uncle Casey so they are having the time of their little lives. After Allen got off, we went to &lt;strong&gt;The Range&lt;/strong&gt;. Very exciting. I really wouldn't have thought so. I mean really those of you who know me, know better. But Casey wanted me to try and I really am trying to break out of my box. So...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250198289898268706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SNxzhyW_6CI/AAAAAAAAAIo/z66kDWcF_Fg/s400/103_1492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And ladies if you are wondering, yes, it hurts when the gun kicks back. They said it might and it did. My arm hurt a lot, and left a tiny little bruise. I'll live and would do it again to have the fun of doing something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250198288362274194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SNxzhsoyfZI/AAAAAAAAAIg/_pSi8C5lLwk/s400/103_1468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Casey he's a natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250198289572361378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SNxzhxJS9KI/AAAAAAAAAIw/NBpUmgCEPo0/s400/103_1478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Allen and Casey are still boys at heart they were having so much fun. All the boys shot their BB gun. It was a real fun time. I won't add those pics because there are so many. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That night was church, Pastor thanked Casey for serving our Country and everyone stood and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;applauded&lt;/span&gt; him. There I stood the proudest sister ever. You have no idea what it is like to have Casey as your brother. He is compassionate, giving, shy, never brags on himself. Even when he talks of Iraq. He doesn't know why people are applauding him. "I really didn't do much." I am like what are you nuts. Unbelievable!! How can someone not see how great a thing they did. He is pretty great but then I am a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bias&lt;/span&gt;. I hope my boys have some of that compassion when they grow up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then Thursday we had a full day. First we headed to the &lt;strong&gt;Fort Sill &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Museums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250203531217333026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SNx4S3y16yI/AAAAAAAAAI4/pPhSHQ8_sMo/s400/DSCN1086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250203533870365906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SNx4TBrX_NI/AAAAAAAAAJA/hWM0_dHn6Rw/s400/DSCN1084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250203537837414290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SNx4TQdMV5I/AAAAAAAAAJI/lBB9B82jEVc/s400/DSCN1077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250203538675892866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SNx4TTlGgoI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/WbtjxM56_NQ/s400/DSCN1072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250203542894135970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SNx4TjSzyqI/AAAAAAAAAJY/-Ah_sAwEN0w/s400/DSCN1044.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250204941530575106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SNx5k9nuMQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/h3cO9nZPg5U/s400/DSCN1043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250204939868297122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SNx5k3bZ16I/AAAAAAAAAJw/ALqC-QnL_uA/s400/DSCN1040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note to All parents&lt;/strong&gt;... Take your kids to see this stuff, it is a real part of history. Check out your city and find out why it has it's name. Look for free museums about old jails, forts and all. My children love it and I'll bet yours will too, it beats a movie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt;. When they look at me and say is this real...I love how their eyes light up when I say yes all this really happened. Some soldier, just like Uncle Casey, really slept here. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Geronimo&lt;/span&gt; was really in prison here. This is a real plane WWII soldiers flew. Instead of after a movie saying no dinosaurs don't talk and didn't live millions of years ago. But walked with man. Which I plan to show them in Glenrose. Well enough "preaching". What Fun we had!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then it was off to the &lt;strong&gt;Wichita Mountains&lt;/strong&gt;. We always have fun there, my little rock climbers. Casey has never been and we knew he would like it. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250215804940550082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SNyDdS-ff8I/AAAAAAAAAMA/Jib156xIHXg/s400/DSCN1089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250215801862177762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SNyDdHgjQ-I/AAAAAAAAALw/iiGnEJVjlAk/s400/DSCN1111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SNyDda08CPI/AAAAAAAAAL4/280xkBd4tss/s1600-h/DSCN1091.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250215807047960818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SNyDda08CPI/AAAAAAAAAL4/280xkBd4tss/s400/DSCN1091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250214418422970658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SNyCMly8OSI/AAAAAAAAALo/NSR91Hm624E/s400/DSCN1115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of Course always the funny guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250214417440058962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SNyCMiImLlI/AAAAAAAAALg/0sDpWASI91g/s400/DSCN1116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yet the handsome one too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SNyCMQ-gAuI/AAAAAAAAALY/_rqA7PaCUBE/s1600-h/DSCN1117.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250214412834308834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SNyCMQ-gAuI/AAAAAAAAALY/_rqA7PaCUBE/s400/DSCN1117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not really sure if he'll ever come back. (HA HA) But we had fun. I miss him already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt; Ruth is walking I know she is only 8 months (My Dad walked at 8 months). She took her first steps Tuesday evening Sept. 23 and Uncle Casey was here to see them. Hurray and Oh no my baby is changing too fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250212382655638562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SNyAWF-L7CI/AAAAAAAAALQ/cAtpPqljriU/s400/DSCN1087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But she's not flying....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250212377187990722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SNyAVxmmPMI/AAAAAAAAALI/pCT0NZXfRwE/s400/DSCN1124.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Yet.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh and "Don't tell Mom",&lt;/strong&gt; but this is Casey approaching a wild buffalo, and he is not at all afraid. Even though I am begging him to come back. All went well and he made fun of me for worrying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HI MOM!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250211619349281810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SNx_pqbxPBI/AAAAAAAAALA/UcngxydUAMQ/s400/DSCN1138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8927044900506957344-7353026468619057431?l=mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/7353026468619057431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927044900506957344&amp;postID=7353026468619057431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/7353026468619057431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/7353026468619057431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/2008/09/casey-is-home-from-iraq.html' title='Casey is Home from Iraq'/><author><name>Mommy to 6 LITTLE People</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09518365611962539704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SN-aunxydkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/csfpq_siB-Y/S220/me+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SNxyHSMf6vI/AAAAAAAAAII/6Zp3IJIMbDQ/s72-c/103_1442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927044900506957344.post-3271571003079904648</id><published>2008-06-12T06:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T07:41:14.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Terrible Happened</title><content type='html'>&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay that is a scary, overwelming title, but I am seriously concerned for our children. Remember when mom's were teaching kids to do the right thing. I mean back when movies were black and white. The used to say dad's teach them to be men and mom's teach them right from wrong, how to be polite and considerate. I get that this was the fifties but have mom's just quit. When did they quit? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright, my sister and I went to the movies yesterday. It is a summer movie thing for kids, they show older kid movies at 1.00 a show. So we were really excited, we don't get together much and we looked forward to having fun and taking the kids somewhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's the scene, the movie theather is pretty packed at 20 minutes till the movie starts, (all women and kids) in walks a mom with three children. (one is in a wheelchair) She begins to look about, this movie theater has about 8 seats made for handicap, all the seats are taken. NOT ONE PERSON IN THE AREA IS HANDICAP !!!! They all see her, they all know she is there, she walks back and forth. The usher asks if anyone will move, NO is the answer. Now I begin to get upset. I take Kendrick potty I come back there she stands by the door. I said casually can't find a seat, I'll ask one of these people to move. She says the usher has asked. So I go to my seat. ( I should have reacted here. ) My sister and I begin to discuss the matter. Then something worse happens she spills her popcorn and is crying. Crying people because when she went to the theater with her children and their are handicap seats and no other handicap children NO ONE WILL MOVE. In fact one lady in the seats said if she wanted good seats she should have gotten here earlier. EARLIER. We have three seats in our row. So we decide to move down give her the seats on the end and carry the wheelchair up. Another mom the moving also, me and one other lady we don't know. She again asks if anyone will move. NO ONE MOVES. OFCOURSE THEY HAVE ALREADY STATED SHE SHOULDS HAVE GOTTEN THEIR EARLIER WITH HER HANDICAP CHILD!!!! These seats a reserved people. RESERVED!!! Do MOM's know what that mean. I mean these weren't dad's (although my hubby would have embrassed someone into moving, I wish I was so brave.) The usher is back she has found seat next door. The usher then says, "Maybe next time you should try to be alittle earlier." OH MY GOD!! WHAT DID SHE SAY? that's right people she didn't make the people move out of the &lt;strong&gt;reserved&lt;/strong&gt; seats she told the mom with a handicap child to get ready faster, get there earlier, sit there longer so she can sit in seats &lt;strong&gt;reserved for the handicap&lt;/strong&gt;. God help America!!! I said "If you park in handicap you get a ticket. You should aleast be made to move if the seats are clearly reserved. My sister decided we will get there early and stand gaurd over the seats. with large signs. I dare a person to try to seat in those seats. My husband has agreed to come stand gaurd and make sure noone tries. To all those WOMEN that's right WOMEN not LADIES (THERE IS A DIFFERENCE) who are teaching your child not to care for anyone but there selffish, self serving brat of a self. GOOD JOB you taught a great lesson yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210971411796095650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SFEW497ScqI/AAAAAAAAAFc/rBOJt5CKQBY/s400/accessibility.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What does this sign mean?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;I get that this is a rant. But I thought MOM's knew better. I really thought we were above the rest in our standard of how to teach people. Shame, Shame and woe to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upset with Selffish Moms,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927044900506957344-3271571003079904648?l=mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/3271571003079904648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927044900506957344&amp;postID=3271571003079904648' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/3271571003079904648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/3271571003079904648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/2008/06/something-terrible-happened.html' title='Something Terrible Happened'/><author><name>Mommy to 6 LITTLE People</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09518365611962539704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SN-aunxydkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/csfpq_siB-Y/S220/me+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SFEW497ScqI/AAAAAAAAAFc/rBOJt5CKQBY/s72-c/accessibility.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927044900506957344.post-6848712573872237833</id><published>2008-04-12T20:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T20:31:00.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Boys Birthday Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;First of all I love that the word "date" still means with Mommy and Daddy. Then let me say I have a 9 and 7 year old. WOW!! Are they really that old? The pedi said "Oh no next year will be your double digit year." Nathaniel asked what that meant the doctor so nicely repplied "It means your Mom is getting old." What old!!, Not ME!!! Okay maybe but no so old I can't have fun. So this year we took the boys to The Plex for their birthdays, while they still want us to go. The Plex is Go-Karts, Golf, Bumper Boats, Laser Tag and alot of Video games. Lots of Fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Us at Laser Tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188533499571834722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SAFfulMxj2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/s7csJmDU4iI/s400/4+family+2008+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Christopher on Bumper Boats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188533516751703954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SAFfvlMxj5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/2QSemkSADKk/s400/4+family+2008+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Nathaniel the RaceCar Driver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188533512456736642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SAFfvVMxj4I/AAAAAAAAAFE/JUNivKOM4D0/s400/4+family+2008+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;The boys at the Monster House on Putt-Putt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188533521046671266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SAFfv1Mxj6I/AAAAAAAAAFU/tNO0G8jsklw/s400/4+family+2008+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Nathaniel gets a baseball out of the water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188533503866802034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SAFfu1Mxj3I/AAAAAAAAAE8/JcS6nLoFoTo/s400/4+family+2008+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We had a wonderful time.  I love spending time with them.  When I see their little faces I already miss this time.  I know all to soon they will be grown and gone.  I miss them today, even when they are driving me crazy.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927044900506957344-6848712573872237833?l=mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/6848712573872237833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927044900506957344&amp;postID=6848712573872237833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/6848712573872237833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/6848712573872237833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/2008/04/our-boys-birthday-date.html' title='Our Boys Birthday Date'/><author><name>Mommy to 6 LITTLE People</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09518365611962539704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SN-aunxydkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/csfpq_siB-Y/S220/me+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SAFfulMxj2I/AAAAAAAAAE0/s7csJmDU4iI/s72-c/4+family+2008+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927044900506957344.post-4323846346091274305</id><published>2008-02-23T12:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T13:16:38.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/R8BwljLs-3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/5m6WNoeLn1U/s1600-h/ruth+4+weeks+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170256162623126386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/R8BwljLs-3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/5m6WNoeLn1U/s400/ruth+4+weeks+3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it took me a while to do this but, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a brand new baby. Hurray!!! She was born January 7, 2007. We gave her my sister's name which is also my great grandmother's name. We gave her the name because she shares her birthday with my sister. We also gave her my great Aunt Ruth's name. I always new if God gave me a girl I would name her after my great Aunt Ruth. She practically raised my Dad and I remember spending alot of time at her house as a child. So we have a chain. &lt;em&gt;Ruth Abigail-Lola Little&lt;/em&gt; Yes, she is our second girl but our first came with a name and it is a good name so we kept it. She will always know her roots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170256175508028290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/R8BwmTLs-4I/AAAAAAAAAEs/PKTBXYs3MLk/s400/misc2008+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys are in love. I named the baby yet she is still called "new baby". Mommy new baby is crying. Mommy new baby is hungry. "New Baby" I like it. It reminds me of their ages. They are all really babies still. I hope they like her this much when she is older. In fact I am counting on them taking care of Chy and Ruth when it comes to boys coming around them at school and other places their daddy my not be. The Protecters of their sisters. Well she is growing and changing already and I already miss that feeling you have when they first lay that new baby on your stomach. Like "Oh God this is mine, all mine and I love her." Nobody panic, I do still remember what was happening right before that and have no plans to do that again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her Daddy can't get enough of her. Well both girls he is overwelmed with joy. We all are...we never thought we would have a girl. And in two short years the Lord has given us two. Amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927044900506957344-4323846346091274305?l=mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/4323846346091274305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927044900506957344&amp;postID=4323846346091274305' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/4323846346091274305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/4323846346091274305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-baby.html' title='New Baby'/><author><name>Mommy to 6 LITTLE People</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09518365611962539704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SN-aunxydkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/csfpq_siB-Y/S220/me+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/R8BwljLs-3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/5m6WNoeLn1U/s72-c/ruth+4+weeks+3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927044900506957344.post-7118145033100682800</id><published>2007-12-10T21:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T22:30:29.828-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving at Mom's House</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142565562200266034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/R14QIeEalTI/AAAAAAAAAEY/V4tF7uwWlwI/s400/DSCF3015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/R14M5OEalQI/AAAAAAAAAEA/x0BW2D9GggY/s1600-h/DSCF3015.JPG"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Our Family Thanksgiving Picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Have you ever tried to take a picture of a family of 7. We took alot and this was the best one. And Kendrick is not looking at the camera, he never is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/R14M6OEalSI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/b5utwpJ__u8/s1600-h/DSCF3013.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142562018852246818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/R14M6OEalSI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/b5utwpJ__u8/s400/DSCF3013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;My kids are so cute!! And Kendrick is looking!!! Quick snap the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Wow, we have a big family. It was so much fun to have so many there for Thanksgiving. Of course,Mom spent most of the day in the kitchen. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142561971607606498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/R14M3eEalOI/AAAAAAAAADw/QqXiietHykU/s400/DSCF3005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We had a wonderful meal. We always have more food than can be consumed. There were 13 in Mom's house the night before and it is not a huge house. We had a blast. We all slept everywhere. My family had the living room. Brandi's family had another. Mom and Emily shared and lucky Taylor slept in his own bed. The next day everyone else came with there family, to many to be counted. Mom made the garage into a room (A Football Room) so we all know where Allen and Taylor spent most of the day. They also played football with the kids. So it was an all round football day. They had a great time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142561993082442994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/R14M4uEalPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DALMsYtpaCY/s400/DSCF3011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh my soul!!!!! Have you ever seen a more precious girl. I am sure you haven't even if you think you have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142562014557279506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/R14M5-EalRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cuIY1hhIvG8/s400/DSCF3018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;It was so wonderful to see Mrs. Virginia (she spends Thanksgiving with my mom every year) It is so great to hear her praise the Lord and love life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;That's our Thanksgiving, I hope you all had a great one too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927044900506957344-7118145033100682800?l=mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/7118145033100682800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927044900506957344&amp;postID=7118145033100682800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/7118145033100682800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/7118145033100682800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/2007/12/thanksgiving-at-moms-house.html' title='Thanksgiving at Mom&apos;s House'/><author><name>Mommy to 6 LITTLE People</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09518365611962539704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SN-aunxydkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/csfpq_siB-Y/S220/me+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/R14QIeEalTI/AAAAAAAAAEY/V4tF7uwWlwI/s72-c/DSCF3015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927044900506957344.post-2393447176804294380</id><published>2007-12-06T07:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T21:55:35.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wichita Mountains</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/R1f2P-EalEI/AAAAAAAAACg/wO22Ng3ytPo/s1600-h/Workers+Banquet+2007+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140848253886698562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/R1f2P-EalEI/AAAAAAAAACg/wO22Ng3ytPo/s400/Workers+Banquet+2007+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In October, we headed off to the Wichita Mountains for a school field trip and what a blast we had. The whole day was filled with excitment and running. We saw buffalo, climbed all over the mountain (I even went out there), went to the Holy Land replica. It was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140856014892602514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/R1f9TuEalJI/AAAAAAAAADI/s1HIZxummbk/s400/Workers+Banquet+2007+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See our princess (Her daddy is right behind her holding her) Still it was a scary place for her, she clung to her daddy all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140857453706646722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/R1f-neEalMI/AAAAAAAAADg/1oso8U-0uFs/s400/Workers+Banquet+2007+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our baby man even got brave and climbed up. Well he is 4 I guess he should be alittle brave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140856032072471730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/R1f9UuEalLI/AAAAAAAAADY/M5r573crTQ0/s400/Workers+Banquet+2007+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140856027777504418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/R1f9UeEalKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/WvA4fBTXmT4/s400/Workers+Banquet+2007+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140857458001614034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/R1f-nuEalNI/AAAAAAAAADo/vQzNCc_FgaA/s400/Workers+Banquet+2007+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Benjamin, Nathaniel and Christopher were fearless. I already know I won't be invited to go when they are teens. I am sure they will think mom will just worry and I will. If they are this brave at 5, 6, 8 I fear 15,16,18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140850994075833474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/R1f4veEalII/AAAAAAAAADA/wFUwxVgptF8/s400/Workers+Banquet+2007+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys had a blast climbing all over that mountain, at the end of the day we new they were ready for bed but they asked to go up the mountain again. We didn't and five minutes on the road home they were all asleep. It was a really fun last trip before the new baby. At the end of the day Allen and I thanked God for such a smooth fun time with our wonderful family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927044900506957344-2393447176804294380?l=mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/2393447176804294380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927044900506957344&amp;postID=2393447176804294380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/2393447176804294380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/2393447176804294380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/2007/12/wichita-mountains.html' title='Wichita Mountains'/><author><name>Mommy to 6 LITTLE People</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09518365611962539704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SN-aunxydkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/csfpq_siB-Y/S220/me+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/R1f2P-EalEI/AAAAAAAAACg/wO22Ng3ytPo/s72-c/Workers+Banquet+2007+033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927044900506957344.post-5796960859173969788</id><published>2007-10-21T15:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T18:22:44.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where has all the time gone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/RxvcRwb6gQI/AAAAAAAAACY/4WLr5KKwggc/s1600-h/misc+179.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123931198681940226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/RxvcRwb6gQI/AAAAAAAAACY/4WLr5KKwggc/s320/misc+179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Uncle Casey's Off to the Army Party-- October  2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(Christopher 8, Nathaniel 6, Benjamin 5, Kendrick 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We had a great time at the Wichita Mountians. The boys are growing up to fast for me. I was thinking when did I become the mom a 8 year old. That is nuts. I remember when mom would say time will fly when you get out of high school. A friend of mine said it just yesterday. How right they are. It just flies by. I look at Christopher and can remember when they first laid him on my stomach and said "It's a boy!!" I was floored, crying, Allen was crying, his mom was crying, my mom was crying and now he has a personality and opinions. He is huge, loving and strong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123928806385156306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/RxvaGgb6gNI/AAAAAAAAACA/yx9M-sVmKtY/s320/Christopher++++4+weeks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Christopher 4 weeks old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am truely amazed all the way down to Cheyenne. It seems like just yesterday I walked into that hospital and she was so small 4 lbs 6 oz. at 5 weeks old. I had never seen such a small person up close and then they started calling me mom and I was already in love. Of course my mom and I were crying again. I just couldn't believe how little she was and how alone. Well, now she is a little girl with not as many but some opinions about her day. All of them boggle my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/RxvJ4wb6gJI/AAAAAAAAABg/x6odUpz_St0/s1600-h/Chy+6+weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123910977975910546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/RxvJ4wb6gJI/AAAAAAAAABg/x6odUpz_St0/s320/Chy+6+weeks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cheyenne six weeks old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/RxvJ5Ab6gKI/AAAAAAAAABo/dulN0T4tsOg/s1600-h/misc+oct+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123910982270877858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/RxvJ5Ab6gKI/AAAAAAAAABo/dulN0T4tsOg/s320/misc+oct+153.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cheyenne 15 months old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I mean really just sit on the couch with the TV off or on the front porch and stare at them (WOW!!) Did you do it? (WOW!! Right.) Nathaniel has 1000 questions and 2000 answers to everything. All he used to do was cry and nurse. Now he knows all about babies. Just the other day he looks at me and says I know about that baby in there (And points to my womb. ) I said you do inwardly thinking oh no not yet. (He's 6.) He said God has his hands in there, moving the baby in a circle. Only you can't see them because He's God. (I immediately pictured a potter's wheel) He says, "He's turning and turning his hands making arms, legs and eyes and a mouth." I was again floored. Where on earth did he get that? So then before I can speak he looks me square in the eyes and says, "And nobody told me that, I just thought about it and figured it out all by myself." And he said it in a way only Nathaniel could. That's his personality. He thinks about it and knows he's right. (Even if he isn't.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123928814975090930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/RxvaHAb6gPI/AAAAAAAAACQ/2XJq-nuIG6E/s320/Nathaniel++5+weeks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nathaniel 5 weeks old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Benjamin and Kendrick are also growing and changing. Kendrick didn't want Allen's help yesterday at the Air Show and talks all the time about all the things he will give us. He has a loving heart. He asks me what kind of motorcycle do you want. I always say how about I just ride yours with you. He is obsessed with not getting big. I teased him and said, "I am going to cry if you don't stop growing up, it breaks my heart." So a few days later we were in bed for naptime (our talk time) and he says I won't grow up because you said not to but can I stop wetting the bed. So I laughed and said yes but nothing else. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123928810680123618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/RxvaGwb6gOI/AAAAAAAAACI/feUgeN1S5ww/s320/Kendrick+3+months.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Kendrick 3 months old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Benjamin kisses and hugs all day and if you watch him tell a story he is the most animated child I have. His eyes change, his head moves, he wants you to see what he sees just like his daddy. He is also my prankster. And his laugh is contagious. If he is ever behind you and says, "Look a spider is on the wall don't look." I never do the first time anymore, but he can be so convincing that you will eventually look. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123928802090188994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/RxvaGQb6gMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/E4ywJ71YF2U/s320/Benjamin+++2+days.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Benjamin 2 days old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them were once so little and helpless and now while they still need me alittle they have grown and changed and I don't really know when it happened. I am sure people are right when they say, "No, he's not a baby anymore." They are right, but I still can't see it sometimes. Like when my 8 year old wants to play across the street with his 8-9 year old friends. I mean really, am I the only one that gets how far away that is. And how on earth an I suppose to cross that street in the blink of an eye. Yes, I trained him to but what if he doesn't look both ways just once is all it takes. Yes, he knows right from wrong but what if he forgets the voice I put in his head. He is a very smart guy. The other day I let him ride to the corner with a friend and stop and talk with the other boys. They began to play in the street. My son knows better and I watched as he got dutifully on his bike and rode home and promptly said, "Mom, those boys are dangerous they are in the street without their mom." And I said, "Yes, I saw and I also saw what my wonderfully smart boy did, came right home." He smiled knowing he had done well. He is so great. Well I am retitling this Where has all the time gone because Wichita Mountians will have to wait. I got way off track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a super week, sit down and just watch what they do!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/8927044900506957344-5796960859173969788?l=mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/5796960859173969788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927044900506957344&amp;postID=5796960859173969788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/5796960859173969788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/5796960859173969788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/2007/10/where-has-all-time-gone.html' title='Where has all the time gone?'/><author><name>Mommy to 6 LITTLE People</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09518365611962539704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SN-aunxydkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/csfpq_siB-Y/S220/me+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/RxvcRwb6gQI/AAAAAAAAACY/4WLr5KKwggc/s72-c/misc+179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927044900506957344.post-7313318653622391465</id><published>2007-10-11T07:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T08:25:03.123-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introduction'/><title type='text'>All about us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/Rw4iue9YtfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pTw_1cUkKfI/s1600-h/Little+Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120068008346695154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/Rw4iue9YtfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pTw_1cUkKfI/s320/Little+Family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I thought I would start this blog and see what happens. Although I can agree my life is not all that interesting to the average person but it is my life and a little nuts (all the time). We are homeschooling, very busy at church and not to mention we have 5 children under 8 and one on the way. Yes, we know how it happens. No, you can't touch my stomach. Yes, my hands sure are full. Yes, I sure am busy. Yes, we have a TV. Yes. Yes. Yes. We are very HAPPY. No, I don't know why you can't take two to the store and I take 5 almost daily. Yes, of course I stay home. Yes, I really want to. Yes, they drive me nuts. Especially the big one that calls me Wifey. Thank you, they are well behaved. Well if I think of the answers to anymore cliques (I am so tired of hearing), I'll add them later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are your average American family. My husband goes to work each day and I stay home with the little ones. School starts bright and early and we almost always get it done by 2 pm. Then we are off to the races to clean up the house and get out of here for errands and appointments. Sometime around really late we fall into bed and will start again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/Rw4jzu9YthI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HjQCbKzLnYA/s1600-h/Adoption+Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120069198052636178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/Rw4jzu9YthI/AAAAAAAAAAs/HjQCbKzLnYA/s320/Adoption+Day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just adopted our daughter she is wonderful. Yes I had the other ones. Yes they really are all ours. I realize she has blond hair and blue eyes but stop looking at me that way. She's his too!! (just adopted). Christopher is in 3rd, Nathaniel is in 1st, Benjamin is in K. Kendrick is not old enough but had to have a desk and is learning alot. Cheyenne is the baby and I really don't see her giving up that spot for our new addition. Well have to see how it goes in January. Well school must begin in 30 minutes and we have a banquet to prepare for. Let's see how this goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8927044900506957344-7313318653622391465?l=mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/7313318653622391465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8927044900506957344&amp;postID=7313318653622391465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/7313318653622391465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8927044900506957344/posts/default/7313318653622391465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mommyto6littlepeople.blogspot.com/2007/10/all-about-us.html' title='All about us'/><author><name>Mommy to 6 LITTLE People</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09518365611962539704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/SN-aunxydkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/csfpq_siB-Y/S220/me+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xyewtf0EswY/Rw4iue9YtfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pTw_1cUkKfI/s72-c/Little+Family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8927044900506957344.post-20540646815976913</id><published>2007-10-11T05:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T14:41:43.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Worker's Banquet</title><content type='html'>You may recall I mentioned a banquet it my last blog. Well we had it. It was great. After alot of planning and worrying about this and that it was super and everyone had a great time. Our church is all fired up about the future. We (the boys and I) spent two full days decorating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xyewtf0EswY/RxO9zQb6gEI/AAAAAAAAAA4/7utaI4CX9yM/s1600-h/Decorations.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121645889533411394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xyewtf0EswY/RxO9zQb6gEI/AAAAAAAAAA4/7utaI4CX9yM/s320/Decorations.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I have to say it was worth it. The boys did super they helped with the tables, held up decorations so I could get them in place. They were all big helpers. Even Cheyenne helped (by staying calm and content). We are also glad that is over (lots of work) The night of the banquet was a blast. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had Skits,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xyewtf0EswY/RxO--gb6gFI/AAAAAAAAABA/6OfaNUqZlMI/s1600-h/Skit+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121647182318567506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xyewtf0EswY/RxO--gb6gFI/AAAAAAAAABA/6OfaNUqZlMI/s320/Skit+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our skit "Port a Pulpit" went great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Port a Pulpit is a ministry where we bring church to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband is very funny and the other guys weren't bad either.&lt;br /&gt;Here is one man at home on a sunday trying to get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xyewtf0EswY/RxO--wb6gGI/AAAAAAAAABI/LIyqbHNHjw4/s1600-h/Skit+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121647186613534818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xyewtf0EswY/RxO--wb6gGI/AAAAAAAAABI/LIyqbHNHjw4/s320/Skit+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here Bro. Allen and another man have come "Port a Pulpit" to his home to have church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see the man unwillingly pray about his sins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in good fun of course we don't really have this ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music,&lt;br /&gt;Testimonies, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xyewtf0EswY/RxPBLQb6gII/AAAAAAAAABY/GqSTXtNs9TE/s1600-h/The+Food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121649600385155202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xyewtf0EswY/RxPBLQb6gII/AAAAAAAAABY/GqSTXtNs9TE/s320/The+Food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course all good banquets have excellent food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preaching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xyewtf0EswY/RxPBKwb6gHI/AAAAAAAAABQ/InNn6KFVDP8/s1600-h/Bro.+and+Mrs.+Little.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121649591795220594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xyewtf0EswY/RxPBKwb6gHI/AAAAAAAAABQ/InNn6KFVDP8/s320/Bro.+and+Mrs.+Little.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lots of fellowship. All in all I have to say we had a great time and I can't wait till Missions Conference. 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