<?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-2512415062725184654</id><updated>2012-01-29T20:44:29.588-06:00</updated><title type='text'>As We Pass Go</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-1457593665068810759</id><published>2012-01-29T16:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T20:44:29.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boy In Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It has been a cub scout frenzy this week.&amp;nbsp; Tuesday night, we hosted the den meeting. Wednesday night, Tony took Parker and Macy to the Pit Party.&amp;nbsp; Thursday night, we attended the pack meeting where Parker moved up to wolf.&amp;nbsp; (Don't ask me what that means.&amp;nbsp; I'm still trying to keep all the lingo straight.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Db6CWzgR6NY/TyXCvWCcobI/AAAAAAAABIQ/lBQbs3VyKR8/s1600/Cub+Scouts+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="320px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Db6CWzgR6NY/TyXCvWCcobI/AAAAAAAABIQ/lBQbs3VyKR8/s320/Cub+Scouts+001.JPG" width="236px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7SCsilEa6Xk/TyXBs3dultI/AAAAAAAABHo/ab2mRNyNQyI/s1600/Cub+Scouts+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Then today found us at the Pinewood Derby.&amp;nbsp; As a mom, there is nothing more fun than watching your baby have a great time.&amp;nbsp; Our wolf den is large - 24 cars raced.&amp;nbsp; Watching Parker advance through the semi-finals and the finals was a blast!&amp;nbsp; Then when he came in fourth, seeing him fight back tears and congratulate the winners filled me with pride.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I want both Parker and Macy&amp;nbsp;to know that they will not always bring home the win.&amp;nbsp; But that doesn't necessarily make them the loser.&amp;nbsp; It's how they handle losing that will define them as winners.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="320px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nDcHy5zRVeI/TyXCDoDBarI/AAAAAAAABII/cBkwB0RVcoE/s320/Cub+Scouts+036.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/2512415062725184654-1457593665068810759?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/1457593665068810759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=1457593665068810759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/1457593665068810759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/1457593665068810759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-boy-in-blue.html' title='My Boy In Blue'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Db6CWzgR6NY/TyXCvWCcobI/AAAAAAAABIQ/lBQbs3VyKR8/s72-c/Cub+Scouts+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-7684033350918773035</id><published>2012-01-25T21:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T21:17:16.208-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Opinion Piece</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It seems to be lurking everywhere -&amp;nbsp;NEGATIVITY!&amp;nbsp; Disagree with whomever or whatever and a&amp;nbsp;classification is announced. "She's so negative."&amp;nbsp; The great debate has become the great conformity.&amp;nbsp;I haven't met the "who" that inspired this movement that has entered our government, our workplaces, and maybe even our places of worship.&amp;nbsp; Conformity to the current belief without the exchange of ideas is truly the dumbing down of America.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Friends, I have so many hot buttons right now that I cannot shut up.&amp;nbsp; Because of the possibility of having to wear a scarlet N on my chest, I am constantly questioning whether or not to speak up.&amp;nbsp; Every time the urge to purge enters my brain, I wonder how what I want to say will be preceived.&amp;nbsp; But then a thought causes me to be silent.&amp;nbsp; There is only one thing that I want to&amp;nbsp;conform to, and that is Christ.&amp;nbsp; What is right deserves a voice even when the "who" would label&amp;nbsp;me a negative person.&amp;nbsp; I don't recall Jesus receiving the&amp;nbsp;"Most Positive Person" award when he cleared&amp;nbsp;the temple or when he debated the Pharisees.&amp;nbsp; What is right is not always popular or even positive.&amp;nbsp; "In this world, you will have trouble.&amp;nbsp; But take heart!&amp;nbsp; I have overcome the world!" John 16:33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-7684033350918773035?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/7684033350918773035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=7684033350918773035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/7684033350918773035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/7684033350918773035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2012/01/opinion-piece.html' title='Opinion Piece'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-6704047631942565415</id><published>2012-01-22T20:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T20:32:54.568-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired Organization</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;I've been LOVING&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iheartorganizing.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;iheartorganizing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abowlfulloflemons.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;abowlfulloflemons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;!&amp;nbsp; Tony &amp;amp; I had seen a DIY Lego organizer in Family Fun magazine, but these ladies take organization to a whole new level.&amp;nbsp; It has slowed me down a little bit with our lego project for Parker.&amp;nbsp; But I know when we make our final decision, all three of us are going to LOVE it.&amp;nbsp; We did take a baby step with this newest addition to Parker's room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RDs6cpQwynQ/TxzDTUSadQI/AAAAAAAABHY/iUOEMlUr7fE/s1600/Lego+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239px" nfa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RDs6cpQwynQ/TxzDTUSadQI/AAAAAAAABHY/iUOEMlUr7fE/s320/Lego+003.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;﻿﻿&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This type tray was actually a gift on my infamous thriteenth birthday. That is a story for another time...It never occured to me in all the 9 years that I spent looking at it on my bedroom wall that I would one day have a seven-year-old boy repurposing this for his lego collection.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-6704047631942565415?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/6704047631942565415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=6704047631942565415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/6704047631942565415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/6704047631942565415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2012/01/inspired-organization.html' title='Inspired Organization'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RDs6cpQwynQ/TxzDTUSadQI/AAAAAAAABHY/iUOEMlUr7fE/s72-c/Lego+003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-1700559864484378555</id><published>2012-01-17T10:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T10:09:13.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Themes - for home and school</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My neighbor across from my classroom home chooses a theme for her classroom every year and goes all out - NOTHING is left out from the theme including window sills, birthday presents to students, and notepads.&amp;nbsp; I'm more of a seasonal girl.&amp;nbsp; My classroom decor changes with the month except that I leave my window sills bare and my birthday presents are the same throughout the year.&amp;nbsp; Being an office supply lover, I do switch out notepads.&amp;nbsp; One of my students' favorites is our seasonal partners.&amp;nbsp; We spend the first weeks learning the proper way to get a partner.&amp;nbsp; Third graders love to act!&amp;nbsp; It begins with "(Name inserted), would you like to be my partner?"&amp;nbsp; The person addressed has to reply with a big cheesy smile and and an enthusiastic "Yes, I would love to!"&amp;nbsp; This goes on until the first day of fall.&amp;nbsp; Then I pass out a sheet with 3 fall icons.&amp;nbsp; The students mix filling up their partner card.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I put parameters like one of&amp;nbsp;their partners has to be the opposite sex.&amp;nbsp; Then I make partner posters so when we need a partner, I'll say "Find your leaf partner."&amp;nbsp; Here are my winter partner posters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IgL8JxdzL0s/TxWbpu5FpDI/AAAAAAAABGw/p5TBnXDEFXQ/s1600/January+17+043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223px" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IgL8JxdzL0s/TxWbpu5FpDI/AAAAAAAABGw/p5TBnXDEFXQ/s320/January+17+043.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SsW19INiQpY/TxWbtntbsEI/AAAAAAAABG4/h61J-Ajcm7k/s1600/January+17+044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SsW19INiQpY/TxWbtntbsEI/AAAAAAAABG4/h61J-Ajcm7k/s320/January+17+044.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cdUxidiR3Eg/TxWbwjbzODI/AAAAAAAABHA/yvN8jj0ZwL8/s1600/January+17+045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239px" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cdUxidiR3Eg/TxWbwjbzODI/AAAAAAAABHA/yvN8jj0ZwL8/s320/January+17+045.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;My mom is the one who started this tradition, and I like to think I kicked it up a notch! :)&amp;nbsp; Our entry way theme changes just about every month.&amp;nbsp; Depending on the month, the decorations can spread throughout the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pn7Ipmgv0Qc/TxWb1OVFp3I/AAAAAAAABHI/y86bH62gbTA/s1600/January+17+049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pn7Ipmgv0Qc/TxWb1OVFp3I/AAAAAAAABHI/y86bH62gbTA/s320/January+17+049.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wL3SIkrqz-M/TxWb4VACi8I/AAAAAAAABHQ/mQtXC5aytwo/s1600/January+17+048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wL3SIkrqz-M/TxWb4VACi8I/AAAAAAAABHQ/mQtXC5aytwo/s320/January+17+048.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I've been told it's a teacher thing.﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-1700559864484378555?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/1700559864484378555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=1700559864484378555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/1700559864484378555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/1700559864484378555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2012/01/themes-for-home-and-school.html' title='Themes - for home and school'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IgL8JxdzL0s/TxWbpu5FpDI/AAAAAAAABGw/p5TBnXDEFXQ/s72-c/January+17+043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-116401576466201989</id><published>2012-01-11T21:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T21:46:44.487-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life IS Short</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A 43-year-old mother of a 4th grader, who volunteered in my classroom, died yesterday.&amp;nbsp; No warnings.&amp;nbsp; The visitation and memorial service are on Friday. She loved her mother dearly.&amp;nbsp; She is an only, and the center of her mother's world.&amp;nbsp; Her dad works at one of my favorite stores, and even though she's left my classroom, she would occasionally bop down with a coupon and a post-it note from her mom.&amp;nbsp; She jumps out of her class's line to give me a hug, and now I will want to hold on tighter and squeeze a little bit longer.&amp;nbsp; It is never easy to let go...We waste so much of our time here - complaining, being fearful, arguing, worrying, keeping score.&amp;nbsp; We're perpetually striving to have enough, be enough.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We claim to be in the moment, but aren't we already anticipating the next one?&amp;nbsp; A loss like this knocks me down to my praying knees.&amp;nbsp; "I'm sorry.&amp;nbsp; I forget that today is my gift.&amp;nbsp; I forget to treat it kindly. I forget that today will make a memory that death cannot erase.&amp;nbsp; Let me make the memories that bring honor, and not shame to your name. Thank you for today.&amp;nbsp;In Jesus Name, Amen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-116401576466201989?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/116401576466201989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=116401576466201989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/116401576466201989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/116401576466201989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2012/01/life-is-short.html' title='Life IS Short'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-6933306063446484240</id><published>2012-01-09T21:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T21:59:22.932-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Linked Give Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In most cases, I'm the last one to catch on but it's never too late, right?&amp;nbsp; I've seen&amp;nbsp;Farley's blog on pinterest &amp;amp; it's fun. And not just because she is giving away a very expensive AND quiet pencil sharpener.&amp;nbsp; My techy skills have a long way to go since I couldn't figure out how to copy her cute "Currently" page.&amp;nbsp; Here's my anwers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Currently January 2012&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Listening to:&lt;/span&gt;﻿ &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;My Inspirational playlist on my ipod.&amp;nbsp; I hit repeat on "There's A Stirring Deep Within Me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Loving: Both kids in bed at the same time!&amp;nbsp; It's been a rough transition back to our regular routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Thinking:&amp;nbsp; To Facebook or not?&amp;nbsp; It's so hard to make time for personal connections.&amp;nbsp; Are electronic ones better than none at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Wanting: My list is long which is unusual for me!&amp;nbsp; 1) New bedroom furniture for Macy 2) A new car (Tony says minivan) 3) a flat screen TV 4) A serious camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;5) A family vacation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Needing: A techy crash course - font and tab questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;OLW: Action!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;If you want to enter, here's the blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ohboy3rdgrade.blogspot.com/2012/01/currently-more.html"&gt;http://ohboy3rdgrade.blogspot.com/2012/01/currently-more.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-6933306063446484240?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/6933306063446484240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=6933306063446484240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/6933306063446484240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/6933306063446484240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-linked-give-away.html' title='First Linked Give Away'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-6764053333534979401</id><published>2012-01-08T21:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T21:59:19.045-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog stalker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Over winter break, I indulged in my favorite place to window shop, pinterest. I had so much fun getting ideas for home and school that I decided to give myself a biweekly treat of pinterest time.&amp;nbsp; Yes, friends, I am OCD about scheduling things! :)&amp;nbsp; Regardless, I've found 4 blogs that are now on my favorites.&amp;nbsp; I wish there was a way to have more than one favorite list.&amp;nbsp; Mine is getting really long!&amp;nbsp; Here are my latest favorites:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://iheartorganizing.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://iheartorganizing.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dots-n-spots.com/"&gt;http://www.dots-n-spots.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thirdgradebookworm.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.thirdgradebookworm.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://acupcakefortheteacher.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://acupcakefortheteacher.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Happy Browsing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-6764053333534979401?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/6764053333534979401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=6764053333534979401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/6764053333534979401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/6764053333534979401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-stalker.html' title='Blog stalker'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-5526705879276046021</id><published>2012-01-04T19:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T19:24:23.428-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Menu Planner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We ate one of my favorite winter meals tonight - ham and beans.&amp;nbsp; But the big hit was the cornbread.&amp;nbsp; Tippin's used to be more than pies at Dierbergs.&amp;nbsp; It was a restaurant.&amp;nbsp; The two things I knew I would order was a piece of pie and anything that came with cornbread.&amp;nbsp; I've been craving Tippin's cornbread since before Christmas, and just now settled on the recipe to try. It was worth the wait, and everyone gave it two thumbs up and declared it a keeper.&amp;nbsp; You will too!&amp;nbsp; Here's the link - Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.tasteofhome.com/community_forums/f/30/t/27502.aspx"&gt;http://community.tasteofhome.com/community_forums/f/30/t/27502.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-5526705879276046021?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/5526705879276046021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=5526705879276046021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/5526705879276046021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/5526705879276046021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2012/01/menu-planner.html' title='Menu Planner'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-2506626920802859261</id><published>2012-01-03T23:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T23:06:14.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something happens...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We had a work day today.&amp;nbsp; It was the first time ever that we have been given one when returning from a break. It was heavenly!&amp;nbsp; I know I was bemoaning my loss of home time, but I love my school time too.&amp;nbsp; Something happens when I unlock my classroom door.&amp;nbsp; I'm filled with hope.&amp;nbsp; I see the empty desks and say a quick prayer: "Use me."&amp;nbsp; Sometimes, God uses me in ways that I would rather He not.&amp;nbsp; Explosive angry students aren't my first choice.&amp;nbsp; But for some reason, I've had one the last few years.&amp;nbsp; But even in their anger, they hold a special spot in my heart.&amp;nbsp; Probably because a part of my heart aches wondering how an 8 year old could be so angry.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Use me to help instill a love of reading.&amp;nbsp; The class has taken to applauding when I finish a book.&amp;nbsp;Not because I am such a terrific reader, but because something in the story has moved them to see something in a new light.&amp;nbsp; Or maybe it's just the joy of clapping...Have you noticed that most people smile when they clap?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Use me to encourage a coworker. Sometimes I forget&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;Whom I belong, and my words aren't kind or encouraging.&amp;nbsp; Forgive me and use me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;My classroom will be full tomorrow, and the hope that God will use me encourages me to be ready for the promise of a new beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-2506626920802859261?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/2506626920802859261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=2506626920802859261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/2506626920802859261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/2506626920802859261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2012/01/something-happens.html' title='Something happens...'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-6366389896755420617</id><published>2012-01-02T23:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T23:35:19.571-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I really do!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I really do love teaching, but I have to say I love being home even more!&amp;nbsp; Now, if I was a SAHM, then maybe not...I think sometimes that working makes me appreciate the time home even more.&amp;nbsp; Regardless of the why, I love the hows: how I have time to drink a cup of a coffee BEFORE my shower, how I can snuggle away the hours with Macy, who is running a fever,&amp;nbsp;watching Nick Jr, how I don't have to police TV time because it's va-ca-tion, how all four of us can read together in our jammies, how I have all day to do a load of laundry, how I can listen in on Parker's lego play, how my school bag stays behind the loveseat without guilt, and how my to do list goes unwritten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-6366389896755420617?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/6366389896755420617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=6366389896755420617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/6366389896755420617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/6366389896755420617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-really-do.html' title='I really do!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-787630119478179330</id><published>2012-01-01T19:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T19:46:08.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LIGHTS, CAMERA, ACTION!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I teach for a lot of reasons.&amp;nbsp; One being that I get to start over twice.&amp;nbsp; Once in August, and with the rest of the world in January.&amp;nbsp; Friends, I have been guilty of always talking, planning, and failing to execute.&amp;nbsp; We talk about a family vacation, but never start saving for one.&amp;nbsp; I dream of writing a book, but never write.&amp;nbsp; I wish for a more stylish wardrobe, but never risk it.&amp;nbsp; We long for date nights, but only go once a year.&amp;nbsp; We talk about a variety of lessons for the kids, but never sign up.&amp;nbsp; I want to learn to sew, but put that in the retirement segment of my life.&amp;nbsp; Parker is 2, and Macy is a newborn in their respective scrapbooks.&amp;nbsp; 2012 will be my year of a little less talk, and a lot more action.&amp;nbsp; Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-787630119478179330?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/787630119478179330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=787630119478179330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/787630119478179330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/787630119478179330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2012/01/lights-camera-action.html' title='LIGHTS, CAMERA, ACTION!!!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-8631827946752945050</id><published>2011-12-21T20:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T20:09:46.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I am always behind with something...You've missed Macy's third birthday, Thanksgiving, the Big Bear Brunch, and Breakfast with Santa.&amp;nbsp; With only 4 days to Christmas, I only have 50% of my shopping done.&amp;nbsp; Tomorrow is our last day of school before break and I'm putting on the finishing&amp;nbsp;touches on my class's party.&amp;nbsp; The party mom couldn't get off for the party since she switched jobs.&amp;nbsp; Today, a little third grade girl returned to school.&amp;nbsp; A few weeks ago, she fell on the playground.&amp;nbsp; Not a big deal.&amp;nbsp; Except that her knee wouldn't quit hurting.&amp;nbsp; She went to the doctor.&amp;nbsp; She has cancer - a fast growing kind.&amp;nbsp; In just 3 weeks, it has spread so fast that over winter break, her leg will be amputated and she will be starting chemo.&amp;nbsp; But she wanted to come back for the last 2 days of school.&amp;nbsp; She's in&amp;nbsp;a wheelchair now surrounded by giggling friends.&amp;nbsp; Kids are amazing.&amp;nbsp; The stress of the season now seems a joy.&amp;nbsp; It's ok that I am always behind.&amp;nbsp; My children aren't facing cancer this Christmas....May God bless this third grade girl and her family with health, happiness, and peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-8631827946752945050?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/8631827946752945050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=8631827946752945050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/8631827946752945050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/8631827946752945050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2011/12/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-1578627967160137891</id><published>2011-10-31T19:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T19:12:07.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A mom of 2 college boys, a high school senior, and a high school junior told me today that everything is more fun when they are little.&amp;nbsp; Tonight, I agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zKzDvhGsI7Q/Tq85ClbDy-I/AAAAAAAABFI/__VfB9HNHeE/s1600/Halloween+2011+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zKzDvhGsI7Q/Tq85ClbDy-I/AAAAAAAABFI/__VfB9HNHeE/s320/Halloween+2011+011.JPG" width="282px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QKCGAnu6zeg/Tq85FW5HgCI/AAAAAAAABFQ/5VGkUO7OIk4/s1600/Halloween+2011+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QKCGAnu6zeg/Tq85FW5HgCI/AAAAAAAABFQ/5VGkUO7OIk4/s320/Halloween+2011+012.JPG" width="213px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4tKn5okayRU/Tq85HrwSxrI/AAAAAAAABFY/3boXosn1VuQ/s1600/Halloween+2011+013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4tKn5okayRU/Tq85HrwSxrI/AAAAAAAABFY/3boXosn1VuQ/s320/Halloween+2011+013.JPG" width="220px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-1578627967160137891?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/1578627967160137891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=1578627967160137891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/1578627967160137891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/1578627967160137891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zKzDvhGsI7Q/Tq85ClbDy-I/AAAAAAAABFI/__VfB9HNHeE/s72-c/Halloween+2011+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-1782422197637897684</id><published>2011-10-05T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T21:47:10.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Do Or Not To Do, That is the question</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My life is in to do lists.&amp;nbsp; My School to do list.&amp;nbsp; My Evening to do list. My All Purpose to do list.&amp;nbsp; My Parenting to do list.&amp;nbsp; My Before It Is Too Late to do lists.&amp;nbsp; And the to do lists go on in my head and on paper.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes, they bring me comfort,&amp;nbsp;a sense of accomplishment, and a overwhelming dose of doubt.&amp;nbsp; At 9:00 tonight, driving home from work, my to do lists were drowning me.&amp;nbsp; I momentarily envisioned throwing them out the car window.&amp;nbsp; Were the itemized bullets really that important?&amp;nbsp; Would the missing to do lists really bother anyone but me?&amp;nbsp; Like a lightening bolt of reality, a thought zinged me.&amp;nbsp; Does God have a to do list about me?&amp;nbsp; What would He put on it?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;God's To Do List In Regards to Jennifer&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;~Increase Jennifer's patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;~Widen Jennifer's view point (It's really not all about her)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;~Remind Jennifer to point her face towards the sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;~Encourage Jennifer to say no to the little things, and yes to the things that matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;~Help her lay down the guilt - I know she's doing the best she can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;~Instill peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I'm sure I didn't cover all the things on God's to do list.&amp;nbsp; Right now, my to do list covers&amp;nbsp;2 pages.&amp;nbsp; I sure hope God's isn't&amp;nbsp;that long!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-1782422197637897684?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/1782422197637897684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=1782422197637897684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/1782422197637897684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/1782422197637897684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2011/10/to-do-or-not-to-do-that-is-question.html' title='To Do Or Not To Do, That is the question'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-4346673111939867515</id><published>2011-09-26T21:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T22:53:54.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Fishnic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oDD8uA9M0zQ/ToE2clBvyhI/AAAAAAAABEg/5fHekuCCjJM/s1600/fishnic+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oDD8uA9M0zQ/ToE2clBvyhI/AAAAAAAABEg/5fHekuCCjJM/s320/fishnic+002.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Through Parker's Cub Scouts, we experienced our first Fishnic (a combined fishing &amp;amp; picnic outing).&amp;nbsp; Here is how each family member enjoyed the morning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gUuASSa8qKk/ToE2hOl6znI/AAAAAAAABEk/F2UjMvnz16w/s1600/fishnic+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gUuASSa8qKk/ToE2hOl6znI/AAAAAAAABEk/F2UjMvnz16w/s320/fishnic+001.JPG" width="227px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gHLJJ-7WF8I/ToE2kyXvH3I/AAAAAAAABEo/B_Pt5u8W7Tg/s1600/fishnic+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gHLJJ-7WF8I/ToE2kyXvH3I/AAAAAAAABEo/B_Pt5u8W7Tg/s320/fishnic+004.JPG" width="267px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Once Macy had her babies settled, she had no problem getting comfortable with nature.&amp;nbsp; In fact, Macy outlasted all the boys &amp;amp; fished the longest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U_0DPyI6fHI/ToE2qtMHGhI/AAAAAAAABEs/PgiANQKhQUI/s1600/fishnic+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U_0DPyI6fHI/ToE2qtMHGhI/AAAAAAAABEs/PgiANQKhQUI/s320/fishnic+005.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3hAsgMLtvsI/ToE2u_zmd1I/AAAAAAAABEw/xxZMs7j92iU/s1600/fishnic+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3hAsgMLtvsI/ToE2u_zmd1I/AAAAAAAABEw/xxZMs7j92iU/s320/fishnic+009.JPG" width="234px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Be careful what you read to your children!&amp;nbsp; Parker, like most boys, loves to read nonfiction.&amp;nbsp; We checked out one book on worms &amp;amp; read it over and over LAST YEAR.&amp;nbsp; As Parker watched each worm meet its demise, he started spouting information from the book and about all the wonderful services worms provide.&amp;nbsp; I seized the moment to remind him about the circle of life and introduce the food chain.&amp;nbsp; Parker wasn't impressed.&amp;nbsp; At the end of the morning, he proclaimed himself a "a fake&amp;nbsp;bait fisherman."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HX9WqeVellE/ToE20lu0B6I/AAAAAAAABE0/Vv3j5L187Js/s1600/fishnic+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HX9WqeVellE/ToE20lu0B6I/AAAAAAAABE0/Vv3j5L187Js/s320/fishnic+007.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tony spent the first hour and a half, baiting, casting, and untangling lines&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;while only having 2 hours of sleep.&amp;nbsp; What a great den leader and daddy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vIZzgu2v9B8/ToE24q9rSdI/AAAAAAAABE4/KsCOCxrolW4/s1600/fishnic+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" kca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vIZzgu2v9B8/ToE24q9rSdI/AAAAAAAABE4/KsCOCxrolW4/s320/fishnic+008.JPG" width="244px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I found my spot in the sun &amp;amp; my hot coffee just about perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-4346673111939867515?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/4346673111939867515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=4346673111939867515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/4346673111939867515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/4346673111939867515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2011/09/at-fishnic.html' title='At the Fishnic'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oDD8uA9M0zQ/ToE2clBvyhI/AAAAAAAABEg/5fHekuCCjJM/s72-c/fishnic+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-8903621556023909060</id><published>2011-09-22T20:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T20:19:47.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you're a teacher when....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You haven't blogged in almost two months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;You celebrate the last day before school starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yy8yEdyvWqc/TnvajW1zowI/AAAAAAAABEc/kXhUOuCbqqA/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yy8yEdyvWqc/TnvajW1zowI/AAAAAAAABEc/kXhUOuCbqqA/s320/008.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You still get your picture taken on the first day of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n4DrrUdU4io/TnvZ-naX2SI/AAAAAAAABEM/jHBV9si1PM0/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n4DrrUdU4io/TnvZ-naX2SI/AAAAAAAABEM/jHBV9si1PM0/s320/028.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrH5aBBxJKA/TnvaIi-JGnI/AAAAAAAABEQ/OxJZCe6h5d4/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QrH5aBBxJKA/TnvaIi-JGnI/AAAAAAAABEQ/OxJZCe6h5d4/s320/031.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The first weeks of school are so exhausting that you miss the Push Cart Derby to clean house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vJpunsALPXQ/TnvaRVMU17I/AAAAAAAABEU/hCZhOoa51Mg/s1600/065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vJpunsALPXQ/TnvaRVMU17I/AAAAAAAABEU/hCZhOoa51Mg/s320/065.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oXoKzNTkGBs/TnvaaU1w--I/AAAAAAAABEY/EKwEqY8h3W8/s1600/067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="240px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oXoKzNTkGBs/TnvaaU1w--I/AAAAAAAABEY/EKwEqY8h3W8/s320/067.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You gain 3 pounds from all the stress eating due to piles of paperwork and the daunting task of molding the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;The basement nows houses Mt. Dirty (an enormous pile of laundry).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Your caffeine intake &lt;strike&gt;doubles&lt;/strike&gt; triples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;You get your daughter's 2 year old pictures taken 2 months before she turns 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;You start telling your children "OK, smart friends, it's time to ....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;You bemoan doing homework with your own child, but keep assigning it any way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;You start grading papers/making new things/answering emails/do your professional reading at 9:30PM, and surprised when it is already 11:00 PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Your school bag is NEVER empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;School supplies make you smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;You think you have the best job on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-8903621556023909060?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/8903621556023909060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=8903621556023909060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/8903621556023909060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/8903621556023909060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-know-youre-teacher-when.html' title='You know you&apos;re a teacher when....'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yy8yEdyvWqc/TnvajW1zowI/AAAAAAAABEc/kXhUOuCbqqA/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-1554545256630230571</id><published>2011-08-04T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T23:02:55.155-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The F word</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img class="sg_t" src="http://ts1.mm.bing.net/images/thumbnail.aspx?q=1004610457908&amp;amp;id=2805e0b86abb691ee239cc4169655d98&amp;amp;url=http%3a%2f%2fwww.clker.com%2fcliparts%2fQ%2fi%2fm%2fK%2fY%2fC%2ffacebook-icon-hi.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I've lost count of the times people have mentioned something they saw on Facebook or the times people were shocked that I wasn't participating or the times I've been told that I need to be on&amp;nbsp;Facebook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;At first, I resisted out of respect for my husband's wishes.&amp;nbsp; He knows me so well that he could see an addiction forming and didn't think it was a good idea.&amp;nbsp; Then after a couple of years of witnessing the same phenomenon, he relented and said he didn't care if I did it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Another worry was what if a student or parent found me.&amp;nbsp; I don't have anything to hide. It would just be aggravating for an 8 year old to be on Facebook.&amp;nbsp; They're suppose to be reading or doing their homework - not hanging out on my page.&amp;nbsp; Next, comes the picture problem.&amp;nbsp; It would have to be a perfect picture.&amp;nbsp; And, is there really such a thing?&amp;nbsp; Apparently so, since I have read the article "How To Take The Perfect Facebook Picture".&amp;nbsp; It was terribly complicated. Look up, chin down or was it the other way?&amp;nbsp; Finally, the friend dilemma.&amp;nbsp; The last&amp;nbsp;Facebook article I read was a study of the friend number.&amp;nbsp; The perfect number is around 300.&amp;nbsp; More than 300, the article found that people no longer felt important to the friend or that the friend spent way too much&amp;nbsp;time trolling for friends.&amp;nbsp; Less than 300,&amp;nbsp;the friend needs&amp;nbsp;to get out more.&amp;nbsp; Facebook represents a whole new level of stress to me. And, I don't really need to go looking for more.&amp;nbsp; My life, at times, provides more of that than I really want.&amp;nbsp; But I suppose if I ever came across that perfect picture, then sure I'd join the millions saying "Did you see that on Facebook....?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-1554545256630230571?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/1554545256630230571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=1554545256630230571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/1554545256630230571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/1554545256630230571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2011/08/f-word.html' title='The F word'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-3808063335767306375</id><published>2011-07-27T23:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T23:58:48.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HQuwEMDvoG0/TjDrBs0Yc-I/AAAAAAAABEA/7L51WOUtFsg/s1600/P8021076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HQuwEMDvoG0/TjDrBs0Yc-I/AAAAAAAABEA/7L51WOUtFsg/s320/P8021076.JPG" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Celebrating a previous birthday at my mom's FAVORITE lunch spot in KC, Andre's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I've just been doing some online browsing for my Mom's birthday gift.&amp;nbsp; Her birthday is Friday, and we are excited for her to come and spend some time with us for a long weekend.&amp;nbsp; As I was pursuing her wish list, it dawned on me that these little gifts in no way communicate how much she means to me.&amp;nbsp; If we were wealthy, I could probably come close...maybe a cruise or something from Tiffany's?&amp;nbsp; Besides my dad, my mom knows my whole story.&amp;nbsp; She knows my tears shed when I lost the Student Council Vice President vote in middle school.&amp;nbsp; She knows that I loved hunting for bargains with her at Jones' Midnight Madness Sales. She knows my first kiss happened on my first Prom.&amp;nbsp; She knows that I couldn't wait to get my driver's license so she pulled me out of school on my 16th birthday.&amp;nbsp; She knows the tears I cried when I said good-bye to my best friend when she left for Mizzou and I for Harding.&amp;nbsp; She knew that there was something about Tony that hadn't been there with any other boyfriends - and let me tell you - they were so relieved it wasn't the neck popper.&amp;nbsp; She has seen every one of my classrooms.&amp;nbsp; She walked with me through all my pregnancies and listened to my own parenting failures and breakthroughs.&amp;nbsp; It's comforting to know that there is someone who knows your whole history - the sweet and the sour.&amp;nbsp; But even more comforting, is my Mom never lets me edits my&amp;nbsp;disappointments.&amp;nbsp; They are what they are.&amp;nbsp; Move on.&amp;nbsp;Some how, some way, she taught me that I am not a total of successes to failures, but I am God's chosen daughter.&amp;nbsp; May I be so blessed to do the same with Parker and Macy.&amp;nbsp; I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-3808063335767306375?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/3808063335767306375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=3808063335767306375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/3808063335767306375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/3808063335767306375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday, Mom!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HQuwEMDvoG0/TjDrBs0Yc-I/AAAAAAAABEA/7L51WOUtFsg/s72-c/P8021076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-3203767360286979977</id><published>2011-07-23T18:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T18:50:17.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trophy Children?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I just finished reading &lt;u&gt;Parenting By the Book, Bibical Wisdom for Raising Your Child&lt;/u&gt; by John Rosemond.&amp;nbsp; Friends, this book hit home on so many levels!&amp;nbsp; The first one that convicted me was how as parents we define success.&amp;nbsp; Often, we equate success with a great report card or the number of activities our children participate in.&amp;nbsp; But we don't view this as our child's success but as ours.&amp;nbsp; OUCH! Rosemond argues we should view success in the three Rs - respect, responsibility, and resourcefulness.&amp;nbsp;He asks where is the bumper sticker that says "My child has impeccable manners!".&amp;nbsp; The second thing that hit home with me was how as parents we can be so consumed with our children learning skills such as their ABCs,&amp;nbsp; but we don't spend the same amount of time hammering manners.&amp;nbsp; He used the example that we teach children to wait for a pause then say "Excuse Me" when they need to interrupt.&amp;nbsp; The proper way he believes ifor a child to interrupt an adult conversation is to stand away from the conversation as not to eavesdrop and wait&amp;nbsp;for the adult to address the child.&amp;nbsp; He points out this is still the norm in Africa, but certainly not the US.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't believe what I had taught Parker to wait for a pause and say Excuse Me was the exact example he used! I thought this was the polite thing to do!&amp;nbsp; Now I am not so sure!&amp;nbsp; I struggled to get past the first chapter, but I am so glad I did!&amp;nbsp; Rosemond gave me a lot to think about as well as generating lively discussions between Tony &amp;amp; I!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-3203767360286979977?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/3203767360286979977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=3203767360286979977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/3203767360286979977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/3203767360286979977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2011/07/trophy-children.html' title='Trophy Children?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-3810451749465486799</id><published>2011-07-11T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T12:17:49.952-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beat the heat with a must read!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y8AMjIenFLM/ThsuAFTTcYI/AAAAAAAABDU/pAeIMI0qkjE/s1600/pioneer+woman+015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y8AMjIenFLM/ThsuAFTTcYI/AAAAAAAABDU/pAeIMI0qkjE/s320/pioneer+woman+015.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Since I don't have my usual hour of grading to do after the kids go to bed, I've been indulging in my favorite pastime - reading (big surprise!).&amp;nbsp; It's easy to ignore my summer to do list when I am in a middle of a book.&amp;nbsp; So far this summer, &lt;u&gt;Black Heels and Tractor Wheels &lt;/u&gt;by Ree Drummond has been my favorite.&amp;nbsp; You know I love Ree in a big way!&amp;nbsp; I can't wait for her show to start this month on Food Network.&amp;nbsp; But even if you aren't a foodie, it is a great read!&amp;nbsp; It chronicles&amp;nbsp;how she met her husband and went from being a city girl to a ranch wife.&amp;nbsp; I love listening to people tell a story - any story - &amp;nbsp;whether it's how they fell in love, went on a trip, or about their kids.&amp;nbsp; If you like real life stories too, then check this book out and join me in ignoring our to do lists! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-3810451749465486799?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/3810451749465486799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=3810451749465486799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/3810451749465486799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/3810451749465486799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2011/07/beat-heat-with-must-read.html' title='Beat the heat with a must read!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y8AMjIenFLM/ThsuAFTTcYI/AAAAAAAABDU/pAeIMI0qkjE/s72-c/pioneer+woman+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-7409837267453077846</id><published>2011-06-29T22:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T22:19:19.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Photographer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;At 2 1/2 years old, Macy has already found her trademark.&amp;nbsp; Notice the finger?&amp;nbsp; Macy enjoys spontaneous photography&amp;nbsp;- whatever captures her interest, it deserves a photo shoot.&amp;nbsp; If it is you, be prepared for a demanding session.&amp;nbsp; Macy says "CHEESE!!!" quite emphatically.&amp;nbsp; If your smile doesn't meet her demanding requirements, she repeats herself&amp;nbsp;louder.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This technique found&amp;nbsp;huge success when working with her daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_2kZApqpBuA/TgvkuFNeRaI/AAAAAAAABC4/YOWAlDcB-vw/s1600/Father%2527s+Day+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_2kZApqpBuA/TgvkuFNeRaI/AAAAAAAABC4/YOWAlDcB-vw/s320/Father%2527s+Day+006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9SNLYey-KSU/TgvklBrVQ7I/AAAAAAAABC0/2fbe8hhTz5k/s1600/Father%2527s+Day+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9SNLYey-KSU/TgvklBrVQ7I/AAAAAAAABC0/2fbe8hhTz5k/s320/Father%2527s+Day+002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SdrLkm_nk3Q/TgvlWo4jtSI/AAAAAAAABDE/kPcVoMokIR8/s1600/Father%2527s+Day+022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SdrLkm_nk3Q/TgvlWo4jtSI/AAAAAAAABDE/kPcVoMokIR8/s320/Father%2527s+Day+022.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EFoxBigCPI8/TgvqmrJxlpI/AAAAAAAABDM/Ft95MLMhA8Q/s1600/Father%2527s+Day+014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EFoxBigCPI8/TgvqmrJxlpI/AAAAAAAABDM/Ft95MLMhA8Q/s320/Father%2527s+Day+014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cq7LuUtrS94/TgvqwVnjvCI/AAAAAAAABDQ/txcpEeij3Ik/s1600/Father%2527s+Day+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cq7LuUtrS94/TgvqwVnjvCI/AAAAAAAABDQ/txcpEeij3Ik/s320/Father%2527s+Day+007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-7409837267453077846?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/7409837267453077846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=7409837267453077846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/7409837267453077846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/7409837267453077846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2011/06/future-photographer.html' title='Future Photographer?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_2kZApqpBuA/TgvkuFNeRaI/AAAAAAAABC4/YOWAlDcB-vw/s72-c/Father%2527s+Day+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-7519646570266788555</id><published>2011-06-28T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T22:00:16.598-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Parker's Self Portraits</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;During rainy days, both Parker and Macy are pretty easy to entertain - as long as I am willing to put away my to do list or keep from suggesting we clean out closets.&amp;nbsp; They took turns playing photographer.&amp;nbsp; Macy's pics coming soon!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--JW4_WYu6hw/TgqTajmnq4I/AAAAAAAABCg/2qWYPVu3DoQ/s1600/pioneer+woman+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--JW4_WYu6hw/TgqTajmnq4I/AAAAAAAABCg/2qWYPVu3DoQ/s320/pioneer+woman+007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fC_G4FOdE6I/TgqTixqI6KI/AAAAAAAABCk/qR777vynSlE/s1600/pioneer+woman+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3HrQYzcy1yc/TgqT8vmY4XI/AAAAAAAABCw/q3Xqy4KHW-U/s1600/pioneer+woman+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3HrQYzcy1yc/TgqT8vmY4XI/AAAAAAAABCw/q3Xqy4KHW-U/s320/pioneer+woman+012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EsDxzuYHHjE/TgqTSHV4gTI/AAAAAAAABCc/xEGXomZxp6c/s1600/pioneer+woman+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EsDxzuYHHjE/TgqTSHV4gTI/AAAAAAAABCc/xEGXomZxp6c/s320/pioneer+woman+004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-7519646570266788555?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/7519646570266788555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=7519646570266788555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/7519646570266788555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/7519646570266788555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2011/06/parkers-self-portraits.html' title='Parker&apos;s Self Portraits'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--JW4_WYu6hw/TgqTajmnq4I/AAAAAAAABCg/2qWYPVu3DoQ/s72-c/pioneer+woman+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-6891154070265113369</id><published>2011-06-19T19:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T19:40:49.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's to the Dads!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tony is an easy man to please which is one of the things I love about him today.&amp;nbsp; We had one of his favorite meals (although somehow Tony made it).&amp;nbsp; Brisket, BBQ beans, hashbrown casserole, and yeast rolls.&amp;nbsp; Yummy!&amp;nbsp; Parker then suggested that we dine by candelight (in the middle of the afternoon) and music.&amp;nbsp; What restaurant could top that?&amp;nbsp; Then everyone had to rest their tummies so we could head to the pool.&amp;nbsp; While Tony was taking a nap (another one of his favorite things), Macy helped me make Reese's Peanut Butter No Bake Cookies.&amp;nbsp; Tony loves anything with peanut butter.&amp;nbsp; We then headed to the pool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_Fnzt6RG9s/Tf6NDsTlmuI/AAAAAAAABCM/LHpADi8qAAM/s1600/Father%2527s+Day+015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_Fnzt6RG9s/Tf6NDsTlmuI/AAAAAAAABCM/LHpADi8qAAM/s320/Father%2527s+Day+015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_GCD7RYF3wI/Tf6NMPFM_LI/AAAAAAAABCQ/GJq84BXtmms/s1600/Father%2527s+Day+017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_GCD7RYF3wI/Tf6NMPFM_LI/AAAAAAAABCQ/GJq84BXtmms/s320/Father%2527s+Day+017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Poor Tony - the kids love the pool which is probably the last place he would pick to go.&amp;nbsp; But being the all star Dad he is that is where we spent the afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pyrt6-puJqw/Tf6NZvrbTdI/AAAAAAAABCU/tsSoc7jZARE/s1600/Father%2527s+Day+020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pyrt6-puJqw/Tf6NZvrbTdI/AAAAAAAABCU/tsSoc7jZARE/s320/Father%2527s+Day+020.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;There was a reason God made her so cute - she's had a record breaking discipline weekend but why talk about the bad and ugly with all the good?&amp;nbsp; Now it's about time for family movie night with my favorite Sunday night tradition - appetizers for dinner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Wrapping up, Happy Father's Day to my dad who is celebrating in KC.&amp;nbsp;Thank you for always seeing the best in me and forgiving the worst in me.&amp;nbsp; I love you.&amp;nbsp; Happy Father's Day to Pa.&amp;nbsp; The way you love Bobbie is amazing! Finally, we're excited to wish Happy Father's Day for the first time to Tony's brother-in-law.&amp;nbsp; Caoimhe (pronounced Keeva) Joy is&amp;nbsp;8 days old today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T6xmcV5oC1g/Tf6SkeIva3I/AAAAAAAABCY/TCFwOgIQO-c/s1600/Jason.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T6xmcV5oC1g/Tf6SkeIva3I/AAAAAAAABCY/TCFwOgIQO-c/s320/Jason.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Happy Father's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-6891154070265113369?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/6891154070265113369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=6891154070265113369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/6891154070265113369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/6891154070265113369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2011/06/heres-to-dads.html' title='Here&apos;s to the Dads!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g_Fnzt6RG9s/Tf6NDsTlmuI/AAAAAAAABCM/LHpADi8qAAM/s72-c/Father%2527s+Day+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-5838997486906750761</id><published>2011-06-15T12:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T12:48:42.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>June 15, 1996</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pT5-hzTQsr4/TfjqIdCUBRI/AAAAAAAABCI/ScW5CJLWKUI/s1600/wedding+pic+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pT5-hzTQsr4/TfjqIdCUBRI/AAAAAAAABCI/ScW5CJLWKUI/s320/wedding+pic+001.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Our 15th anniversary finds Tony at Cub Scout camp functioning on 4 hours of sleep, me at home with Macy, and later on me taking the kids to the church so Tony can sleep in peace and quiet.&amp;nbsp; It's not what I had pictured 15 years ago, that's for sure...But thank you, God for the blessings I didn't dream of back then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Both Parker and Macy are excited that they are included in tonight's candlelight dinner plans.&amp;nbsp; I'm fixing the first meal that I ever made for Tony which also happens to be in Parker and Macy's top five favorites and a Church of Christ potluck staple - Poppy Seed Chicken.&amp;nbsp; I am trying a new recipe too -blueberry snack cake.&amp;nbsp; I can just see the romantic points I am earning.&amp;nbsp; OK, no points for romance, but maybe a couple of points for showing Parker and Macy this is what a real life marriage looks like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Now I would love to share my top 15 things I love about Tony, but Macy is almost done with her 30 minute Thomas video.&amp;nbsp; So here is what I love most about Tony today.&amp;nbsp; Tomorrow it will be something different. :)&amp;nbsp; He shows me grace daily.&amp;nbsp; I know many of you may find this hard to believe, but I can be quite crabby and self-centered.&amp;nbsp; Yet, he still loves me when I almost sever his head with my razor sharp tongue.&amp;nbsp; A long time ago, we heard a speaker compare men to microwaves and women to crock-pots.&amp;nbsp; We often tease each other and I'll tell him that my crock pot isn't even on the counter.&amp;nbsp; The other day (yes, friends it happens more often than I would like to admit to the whole world wide web), I had said something especially unkind.&amp;nbsp; Tony just looked at me and said, "You just took a hammer to my microwave and smashed it into smithereens."&amp;nbsp; I instantly laughed and made up for my mean words. That's what I mean by grace - he could have come back to me with something equally as ugly which is what I really deserved&lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp; But he chose grace as he does day after day.&amp;nbsp; Happy Anniversary, honey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Finally, Happy Anniversary to the Boltons!&amp;nbsp; Every anniversary, I think of you celebrating too in sweet home Alabama!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-5838997486906750761?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/5838997486906750761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=5838997486906750761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/5838997486906750761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/5838997486906750761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-15-1996.html' title='June 15, 1996'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pT5-hzTQsr4/TfjqIdCUBRI/AAAAAAAABCI/ScW5CJLWKUI/s72-c/wedding+pic+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-3602027403435682064</id><published>2011-06-13T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T23:56:01.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bobbie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/kn481KcjvMo/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kn481KcjvMo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kn481KcjvMo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I've been thinking about my grandma a lot.&amp;nbsp; I grew up in a real estate office hearing everyone call my grandma by her first name so I did too.&amp;nbsp; She was a ruthless business women.&amp;nbsp; She would do anything to close a deal.&amp;nbsp; I don't say that with pride or judgement.&amp;nbsp; That is just the way she was.&amp;nbsp; 7-11 was her favorite place to stop.&amp;nbsp; We would share a bag of Doritios and a Kit Kat as I rode around town with her.&amp;nbsp; When I spent the night, she would always massage my feet with lotion telling me my feet won't always be this soft and a lady has to take care of her skin.&amp;nbsp; But one of my favorite memories is of her playing Kenny Rogers on her record stereo that was actually a large piece of furniture and dancing around the room.&amp;nbsp; As I was scouting itunes for a song we sang in church on Special Sunday, Kenny came to mind.&amp;nbsp; I listened to the words and they took on a whole new meaning&lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;You've got to know when to hold 'em and when to fold 'em...Memories are like that.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Some memories are so special that you&amp;nbsp;have to hold on to them no matter what. Some memories don't deserve the space and you have to know when to fold&amp;nbsp;'em and&amp;nbsp;let them go.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Bobbie is losing all her memories -&amp;nbsp;those that are precious to her and those that she probably should have lost a long time ago.&amp;nbsp; I've let some of my memories go of Bobbie - that is what you do when you're family.&amp;nbsp; But there are memories that I will hold on&amp;nbsp;to for the both of us.&amp;nbsp; Whenever&amp;nbsp;I hear Kenny, I'll be back in&amp;nbsp;her house cutting a rug.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-3602027403435682064?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/3602027403435682064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=3602027403435682064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/3602027403435682064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/3602027403435682064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2011/06/bobbie.html' title='Bobbie'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-7779900562032812383</id><published>2011-06-05T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T18:51:35.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer isn't here yet....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Parker still has one more day of school &amp;amp; I have two.&amp;nbsp; I think we're the last ones out in the entire metro area.&amp;nbsp; But we've spent a lot of time outside.&amp;nbsp; Parker loves his water guns and so do all the neighborhood friends.&amp;nbsp; Thanks Grandmaw for getting more than one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtXKWIL-TbQ/TewTe7DxPbI/AAAAAAAABB8/l9WRLEdH4EE/s1600/Parker%2527s%2B7th%2Bbirthday%2B044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614884257394671026" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtXKWIL-TbQ/TewTe7DxPbI/AAAAAAAABB8/l9WRLEdH4EE/s400/Parker%2527s%2B7th%2Bbirthday%2B044.JPG" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Macy has really enjoyed our neighbor's volleyball/limbo water toy.&amp;nbsp; The first day everyone played in it, Macy couldn't bother with a swimsuit and stripped right to her diaper in the driveway.&amp;nbsp; Then she outfitted herself with Parker's bike helmet and umbrella.&amp;nbsp; Silly girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gU7iSL1YG6o/TewTMm_fzgI/AAAAAAAABB0/MQ3D6sx9OKU/s1600/Parker%2527s%2B7th%2Bbirthday%2B041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614883942770396674" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gU7iSL1YG6o/TewTMm_fzgI/AAAAAAAABB0/MQ3D6sx9OKU/s400/Parker%2527s%2B7th%2Bbirthday%2B041.JPG" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;We can't wait for summer vacation!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-7779900562032812383?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/7779900562032812383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=7779900562032812383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/7779900562032812383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/7779900562032812383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-isnt-here-yet.html' title='Summer isn&apos;t here yet....'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtXKWIL-TbQ/TewTe7DxPbI/AAAAAAAABB8/l9WRLEdH4EE/s72-c/Parker%2527s%2B7th%2Bbirthday%2B044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-408969506010253635</id><published>2011-05-25T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T22:39:53.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tornado Scare</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I was just leaving for my Professional Learning Community meeting at 3:15 telling my class to be good.&amp;nbsp; Halfway down the hall, the tornado sirens go off. I spin around and sprint back to my students.&amp;nbsp; As a teacher, this is my worst nightmare - to be responsible for 22 precious babies.&amp;nbsp; I had been agonizing over the weather the whole day.&amp;nbsp; In fact, I had Tony sign Parker out early since the storms were suppose to hit around 3 and our schools don't dismiss until 4.&amp;nbsp; My students spend what seems like forever in the tornado crouch position in the hallway.&amp;nbsp; There are tears.&amp;nbsp; I sing "You are my sunshine."&amp;nbsp; We get the call that students can sit up but must stay in their tornado spots.&amp;nbsp; Four o'clock comes and goes without dismissal.&amp;nbsp; We stay in the hall.&amp;nbsp; Parents start signing out students but I still have over half my class in my care.&amp;nbsp; A second wave hits turning the skies nearly black.&amp;nbsp; The call is heard for everyone to resume the tornado emergency position including the staff.&amp;nbsp; The lights go out.&amp;nbsp; I cling to one student on my left and stretch out to hold five more.&amp;nbsp; The lights flicker and I say words of hope for I hear quiet tears.&amp;nbsp; "I am here.&amp;nbsp; I will take care of you. You will be ok." &amp;nbsp;And in my mind, I say by the grace of God.&amp;nbsp; A few moments later, we can get up.&amp;nbsp; Finally, at 5:30 we load the buses and all 22 students are safe with their parents.&amp;nbsp; Tonight, I am so very grateful that the worst we saw leaving school was broken limbs and downed trees all around.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-408969506010253635?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/408969506010253635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=408969506010253635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/408969506010253635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/408969506010253635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2011/05/tornado-scare.html' title='Tornado Scare'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-8617898168638589023</id><published>2011-04-11T22:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T22:39:25.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Times</title><content type='html'>This has been a hard winter for a variety of reasons.&amp;nbsp; First, health.&amp;nbsp; I kid you not when I say Macy has not gone over a week without a fever.&amp;nbsp; We finally got to what I believe was the root of the problem - LONG story there.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully, Parker stayed healthy until a viral round and then a week and a half later, the stomach flu. A much lighter version visited Tony and Macy.&amp;nbsp; Now I am taking my Airborne and trying to mentally overcome that little twinge at the back of my throat.&amp;nbsp; Second, the demise of the housing market - a VERY long story there.&amp;nbsp; Third, every morning I enter my classroom, I am mentally playing the Rocky theme in my head.&amp;nbsp; Some years you are a fighter more than a teacher. &lt;br /&gt;This past Sunday found me cuddling Macy at home as she had been sick through the night with the stomach flu.&amp;nbsp; Tony and Parker headed to church.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully, we already had the craft lined out for King's Kids, and it was one Tony was ok with.&amp;nbsp; For some reason, he has an aversion to glue and glitter.&amp;nbsp; On his way back home, Tony called to report all the things I care about - how many kids there were, who was missing, and any hiccups (aka time outs).&amp;nbsp; He then mentioned we had an appreciation gift that Jenni Reigjers had dropped off.&amp;nbsp; "Oh, really? What was it?" "I didn't open it since it was for both of us." "OK" We said our good-byes and then Macy and I got back to sitting on the blankets watching Dino Dan.&amp;nbsp; If only you could have been there when Tony got home.&amp;nbsp; Macy cheered for Bubby and Daddy.&amp;nbsp; Then Tony hands me a bag with the sweetest pictures by our King's Kids friends. After ooooooingg and awwwning over those, we read the sweetest card thanking us for working with the two and threes and then offering FREE babysitting.&amp;nbsp; Tony &amp;amp; I smiled and high-fived.&amp;nbsp; We were content to stop right there, but there was more. A gift card to the Melting Pot - our favorite special occasion place.&amp;nbsp; Wow!&amp;nbsp; We read some more special thank yous, unwrapped beautiful wind chimes, and came to the last card.&amp;nbsp; It was another gift card to Ruth Chris (we haven't been there since we lived in Austin - what a big treat for us).&amp;nbsp; We were so stunned that we were silenced.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Later, I found out that 40 families made this happen with Jenni leading the way.&amp;nbsp;Please know that I am not&amp;nbsp;sharing this to brag.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We've just been incredibly humbled.&amp;nbsp; The timing couldn't have been more perfect or surprising.&amp;nbsp; It's been a hard winter, but with spring comes encouragement. Thank you to our incredible church family who loves us like God does!&amp;nbsp; You've lifted us up when we were weary and reminded us hard times don't last forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-8617898168638589023?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/8617898168638589023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=8617898168638589023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/8617898168638589023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/8617898168638589023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2011/04/hard-times.html' title='Hard Times'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-6000039936320772691</id><published>2011-04-05T20:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T20:43:44.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Parker!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n2vJpt0urh4/TZu3Ek2xFcI/AAAAAAAABA8/9uH2cxB6vAM/s1600/Parker+is+7+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n2vJpt0urh4/TZu3Ek2xFcI/AAAAAAAABA8/9uH2cxB6vAM/s320/Parker+is+7+001.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Parker enjoyed celebrating his birthday at school!&amp;nbsp; He got to wear a crown, be the "go to guy", and share cookies with his class.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;At home,&amp;nbsp;he got to pick his birthday dinner menu: steak in the crockpot, volcano mashed potatoes, green beans, rolls, and red velvet cake.&amp;nbsp; The cake request was a big surprise.&amp;nbsp; He's never had it.&amp;nbsp; But Tony and Parker are partners in running a restaurant, and they serve a lot of red velvet cake at their place.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You have probably never been there - it's an app on Tony's phone. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTPWLnSDClk/TZu3NbzQOcI/AAAAAAAABBA/hiIz4TtCxQM/s1600/Parker+is+7+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cTPWLnSDClk/TZu3NbzQOcI/AAAAAAAABBA/hiIz4TtCxQM/s320/Parker+is+7+004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;He couldn't wait to open presents.&amp;nbsp; Macy did a good job recognizing that today was Bubby's (as she calls him) special day and watched without helping or throwing a fit.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;That doesn't sound like much to ask unless you're 2 and sometimes terrible! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u0QEPwOiAQA/TZu3uX0rhJI/AAAAAAAABBQ/5Uv7AHl7slo/s1600/Parker+is+7+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u0QEPwOiAQA/TZu3uX0rhJI/AAAAAAAABBQ/5Uv7AHl7slo/s320/Parker+is+7+005.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fs9Lv3fLaxA/TZu3Tpc-GVI/AAAAAAAABBE/dNodxe71BPQ/s1600/Parker+is+7+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fs9Lv3fLaxA/TZu3Tpc-GVI/AAAAAAAABBE/dNodxe71BPQ/s320/Parker+is+7+006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q5jMTEhrg5A/TZu3c6CFojI/AAAAAAAABBI/fE8zh9FBb5o/s1600/Parker+is+7+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q5jMTEhrg5A/TZu3c6CFojI/AAAAAAAABBI/fE8zh9FBb5o/s320/Parker+is+7+008.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Parker was very happy with his presents which warmed my heart.&amp;nbsp; He's&amp;nbsp;always prefered toys over clothes.&amp;nbsp; But he did say a sincere thank you after each gift.&amp;nbsp; It reaffirmed our decision about the big birthday gift.&amp;nbsp; Meet our newest family member -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAQQ9ZpfiF0/TZu3lQ9Hg9I/AAAAAAAABBM/5nWvESnIMKI/s1600/Parker+is+7+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GAQQ9ZpfiF0/TZu3lQ9Hg9I/AAAAAAAABBM/5nWvESnIMKI/s320/Parker+is+7+012.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6jVQmeIkLNg/TZu9VF-TtXI/AAAAAAAABBU/FIFXrOKjCmo/s1600/Parker+is+7+013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6jVQmeIkLNg/TZu9VF-TtXI/AAAAAAAABBU/FIFXrOKjCmo/s320/Parker+is+7+013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Parker has been asking for a hamster for two years, and we have been telling him no way for two years.&amp;nbsp; But the thought that my baby was 7 and I only had 11 years to left to make memories that would endear him to me forever caused us to visit Petsmart last Saturday.&amp;nbsp; Yes, Tony totally appreciated my reasoning and was willing to reverse 2 years of shouting no every time Parker brought it up.&amp;nbsp; What a man!&amp;nbsp; We met a lovely young lady who told us all about dwarf robo hamsters.&amp;nbsp; Here's the nitty gritty: they're the smallest of all hamsters, they are not meant to be handled (a huge plus in my book), they are the cleanest of all the hamsters so their home only needs cleaned every two weeks.&amp;nbsp; Plus, they curl into a ball the size of a cotton ball.&amp;nbsp; Too cute!&amp;nbsp; So when Parker finished opening his wrapped presents, Tony said "Doesn't he have one more?"&amp;nbsp; "You're right.&amp;nbsp; He's only opened three." I quick wittedly replied.&amp;nbsp; "Where is it?", Parker wants to know&amp;nbsp;with eyes darting all over the room. "I'll give you a hint.&amp;nbsp; It's not wrapped." his generous hint giving Dad replied. "Didn't you leave it&amp;nbsp;in Parker's bedroom?" his helpful mother asked.&amp;nbsp; Parker generously allowed me to run upstairs with the camera.&amp;nbsp; But I got swept away in the moment and missed the picture.&amp;nbsp; But rest assured,&amp;nbsp;Parker was so surprised and&amp;nbsp;excited!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I think we achieved our goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Now please forgive this long post, but I will close with this: Our Top 7 Parkerisms:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;1)&amp;nbsp; Macy could not have a better brother.&amp;nbsp; He is so patient and affectionate with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;2) Parker loves school.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;His teacher told me this morning that he wrote his friends through the school mail system but forgot to sign his name.&amp;nbsp; The friends started asking who mailed me math problems.&amp;nbsp; Miss Moses said who loves math in our class.&amp;nbsp; They all replied Parker!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;3) Parker has a tender heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;4) Parker has the best day ever - over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;5)&amp;nbsp;He&amp;nbsp;hides special notes for me all over my classroom.&amp;nbsp; They go like this: Dear Mommy, I miss you.&amp;nbsp; I love you. Parker&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;6) Parker constantly asks for a new recipe to try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;7) He&amp;nbsp;says the sweetest prayers.&amp;nbsp; You can tell he is a regular at Saturday morning prayer hour.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I hear echoes of Wole and Bose and his daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Happy Birthday,&amp;nbsp;Parker!&amp;nbsp; I'll keep trying to make the most of the time I have&amp;nbsp;left with you!&amp;nbsp; I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-6000039936320772691?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/6000039936320772691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=6000039936320772691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/6000039936320772691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/6000039936320772691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-birthday-parker.html' title='Happy Birthday, Parker!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n2vJpt0urh4/TZu3Ek2xFcI/AAAAAAAABA8/9uH2cxB6vAM/s72-c/Parker+is+7+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-598139568205970312</id><published>2011-03-28T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T21:17:36.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Need a smile, anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;What Macy thinks about potty training...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpxa7WzqGWI/TZE_9bCpanI/AAAAAAAABA0/MEDEH6hGNRg/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpxa7WzqGWI/TZE_9bCpanI/AAAAAAAABA0/MEDEH6hGNRg/s320/005.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Macy has repurposed her crib.&amp;nbsp; It is now the nursery for all her babies.&amp;nbsp; She is a good mommy.&amp;nbsp; While I was putting away laundry, Macy told me to "SHH! I read."&amp;nbsp; I ran for my camera as fast as I could.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully, I didn't miss story time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oiZqvIJgw-A/TZFAGNxoIlI/AAAAAAAABA4/WeN9nyjNmHM/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oiZqvIJgw-A/TZFAGNxoIlI/AAAAAAAABA4/WeN9nyjNmHM/s320/007.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Yes, most days you will find Macy with either her shirt on and no bottoms or no shirt on and only bottoms.&amp;nbsp; I haven't started worrying about this - yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-598139568205970312?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/598139568205970312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=598139568205970312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/598139568205970312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/598139568205970312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2011/03/need-smile-anyone.html' title='Need a smile, anyone?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jpxa7WzqGWI/TZE_9bCpanI/AAAAAAAABA0/MEDEH6hGNRg/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-895078253444904777</id><published>2011-03-19T18:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T18:07:06.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adios Training Wheels</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;While driving to Columbia today, Parker and Grandma were talking about his birthday list when Parker mentioned wanting a skateboard.&amp;nbsp; I reminded him that he needed a new bike helmet.&amp;nbsp; Not to miss an opportunity to compliment her grandson, Grandma was saying what a great job he does riding his scooter and bike.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Parker boasted&amp;nbsp;that he could go faster on his bike but his training wheels were slowing him down.&amp;nbsp; Not one to miss an opportunity to keep her children grounded, I said then Dad could take them off when we got back.&amp;nbsp; Parker readily agreed. He is willing to risk arms and limbs!&amp;nbsp; He is willing to risk falling!&amp;nbsp; I can't take it!&amp;nbsp; Slow down!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Y4mvoybspLg/TYU1cvxE2UI/AAAAAAAABAw/RFZ8huP6x7M/s1600/Parker+bike+riding+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Y4mvoybspLg/TYU1cvxE2UI/AAAAAAAABAw/RFZ8huP6x7M/s320/Parker+bike+riding+001.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-895078253444904777?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/895078253444904777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=895078253444904777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/895078253444904777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/895078253444904777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2011/03/adios-training-wheels.html' title='Adios Training Wheels'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Y4mvoybspLg/TYU1cvxE2UI/AAAAAAAABAw/RFZ8huP6x7M/s72-c/Parker+bike+riding+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-668391802907394056</id><published>2011-03-18T19:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T19:11:11.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reduce, Reuse, Recycle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;With banana crazed Macy around, this doesn't happen very often.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HsTAq2-mkNE/TYPu1M0GGzI/AAAAAAAABAo/lU9tCxJ4ViU/s1600/banana+nut+bread+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HsTAq2-mkNE/TYPu1M0GGzI/AAAAAAAABAo/lU9tCxJ4ViU/s320/banana+nut+bread+002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Parker&lt;/span&gt;﻿ &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;has been recycling bananas since he was two and can now practically make this recipe without me.&amp;nbsp; Macy is learning how to cook now too which is why I&amp;nbsp;don't have any&amp;nbsp;pictures of today's baking time.&amp;nbsp; If you turn your back on Macy, you may not have any bread to bake.&amp;nbsp; I have been enjoying this recipe for 31 years.&amp;nbsp; Ever since my mom and her Pro Family friends published a cookbook together in 1980.&amp;nbsp; This recipe was donated by Glenda Knowles, one of my mom's dearest friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Banana Nut Bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;1/4 cup butter (or margarine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;1/4 cup shortening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;2 cups sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;2 eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;3 cups flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;1 teaspoonful baking soda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;1/2 cup buttermilk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;3 ripe bananas, mashed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;1/2 cup pecan pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Cream butter, shortening, sugar, and eggs.&amp;nbsp; Add flour and soda; mix well.&amp;nbsp; Add buttermilk, bananas, and nuts.&amp;nbsp; Mix.&amp;nbsp; Bake at 325 degrees about 50 - 60 minutes.&amp;nbsp; Makes 2 loaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-l5tL-mHyVEA/TYPu-Vq7gkI/AAAAAAAABAs/UH_S8L_a5JM/s1600/banana+nut+bread+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-l5tL-mHyVEA/TYPu-Vq7gkI/AAAAAAAABAs/UH_S8L_a5JM/s320/banana+nut+bread+003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Cooking with your kids introduces them to fractions, measurement, the importance of following directions, and reinforces patience.&amp;nbsp; Parents&amp;nbsp;get to&amp;nbsp;practice modeling patience and perserverance.&amp;nbsp; Always a mom, always a teacher!&lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-668391802907394056?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/668391802907394056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=668391802907394056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/668391802907394056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/668391802907394056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2011/03/reduce-reuse-recycle.html' title='Reduce, Reuse, Recycle'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HsTAq2-mkNE/TYPu1M0GGzI/AAAAAAAABAo/lU9tCxJ4ViU/s72-c/banana+nut+bread+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-827769873657904398</id><published>2011-03-15T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T21:01:59.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break Project 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Waves rolling in, the sun's shining, a good book, a cold Diet Coke, children happily building a sand castle to my right, and a snoozing husband on my left&amp;nbsp;- Spring Break on the beach. Ahhh, give me one more minute in my tropical paradise.&amp;nbsp; OK, back to Spring Break Staycation where it snowed 5 inches yesterday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;If you have ever seen a certain very organized blond's refrigerator, then you know that my&amp;nbsp;frig was crying out in neglect!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I have four major projects on my to do list for Spring Break&amp;nbsp;including taking my refrigerator apart &amp;amp; scouring it from top to bottom.&amp;nbsp; My pride kept me from taking a picture of what the frig looked like before.&amp;nbsp; But in full disclosure, let me say that when Tony got the bottom half completely out including light fixtures, a hardened puddle the color of Diet Coke was found in the very back.&amp;nbsp; What in the world?&amp;nbsp; After scouring it with my new favorite cleaning product (vinegar &amp;amp; water), a barbecue aroma overtook the vinegar aroma.&amp;nbsp; Tony figured it was the homemade barbecue sauce we use to marinade&amp;nbsp; brisket.&amp;nbsp; GROSS!&amp;nbsp; But here is the finished project - one down, three to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BU78A5CO2Bo/TYAZsSp9LeI/AAAAAAAABAk/vocDCSjmLN4/s1600/ebay+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BU78A5CO2Bo/TYAZsSp9LeI/AAAAAAAABAk/vocDCSjmLN4/s320/ebay+002.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-827769873657904398?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/827769873657904398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=827769873657904398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/827769873657904398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/827769873657904398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-break-project-1.html' title='Spring Break Project 1'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BU78A5CO2Bo/TYAZsSp9LeI/AAAAAAAABAk/vocDCSjmLN4/s72-c/ebay+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-6405896537907177747</id><published>2011-03-12T19:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T19:41:01.064-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting Ree</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;After successfuly meeting&amp;nbsp;Mary Pope Osbourne and lack of a birthday gift idea, Tony volunteered to take me to Ree Drummond's book signing.&amp;nbsp; If you have no idea who Ree is, check&amp;nbsp;out her blog - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;http://thepioneerwoman.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp; She has also been on the Today show and Throwdown with Bobby Flay.&amp;nbsp; The doors opened at 5:30.&amp;nbsp; We arrived at 5:15.&amp;nbsp; This was the line.&amp;nbsp; Yes, that is the edge of the parking lot at the rear of the building&lt;/span&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-VANvGVcp5FU/TXwUgm-azmI/AAAAAAAABAM/nZ_iKF4pZXQ/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-VANvGVcp5FU/TXwUgm-azmI/AAAAAAAABAM/nZ_iKF4pZXQ/s320/013.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We had assumed it would be like our first book signing.&amp;nbsp; Wrong!&amp;nbsp; I jumped out of the car to get in line just grabbing Ree's cookbook.&amp;nbsp; Tony parked the car &amp;amp; brought the kids.&amp;nbsp; Just as we got to the entrance, we found out that Ree was giving a short talk.&amp;nbsp; Both Macy &amp;amp; Parker had fallen asleep on the way there. (We had a busy morning.&amp;nbsp; Parker and Tony helped pick up litter for Cub Scouts &amp;amp; we all toured the fire house and station afterwards.)&amp;nbsp; As Macy was waking up, she started crying&amp;nbsp;"I hungry!".&amp;nbsp; I turned to&amp;nbsp;Tony to ask for my purse.&amp;nbsp; He said he&amp;nbsp;had put it in the trunk.&amp;nbsp; I reminded him that Macy's diapers, wipes, etc. were in it.&amp;nbsp; Tony left to go get it, but returned without it.&amp;nbsp; Because the library was reaching capacity, if Tony left, they would not let him back in.&amp;nbsp; We distracted Macy with a pencil and paper when Ree took the stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-RJqVmaA1eYo/TXwW9qQY9EI/AAAAAAAABAQ/5VeYc17e2Oc/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-RJqVmaA1eYo/TXwW9qQY9EI/AAAAAAAABAQ/5VeYc17e2Oc/s320/017.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-tuYj4Fl1rHE/TXwXDbTTxAI/AAAAAAAABAU/54qsHHqhMs4/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-tuYj4Fl1rHE/TXwXDbTTxAI/AAAAAAAABAU/54qsHHqhMs4/s320/016.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I thought that we were going to make it through the presentation until the very prepared mom in front of us pulled out Bread Co. for her two year old son.&amp;nbsp; Macy lost it &amp;amp; wouldn't quit crying.&amp;nbsp; I got up and exited as fast as I could to the farthest corner of the library.&amp;nbsp; Tony came to take Macy but she would have nothing to do with his plan.&amp;nbsp; So I stayed and missed Ree's words of humor and wisdom. Just as I was on my third verse of "The Wheels on the Bus", Ree walks right in front of me with her hubby, Marlbaro Man.&amp;nbsp; All I can do is grin like an idiot holding a tear stained two year old.&amp;nbsp; We then found out that the yellow cards they gave us at the entrance determined when we would go see Ree.&amp;nbsp; We had cards&amp;nbsp;with the number&amp;nbsp;12.&amp;nbsp; Wendy Martin was there with her mom and they were not going to stay so they gave us their cards.&amp;nbsp; They were in group 10.&amp;nbsp; Thanks Wendy and Anna!&amp;nbsp; When they called group 1, we estimated that each group had about 40 people in it.&amp;nbsp; Tony found the children's area where we spent about an hour..or two.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Q6bLAnbPGrg/TXwZrOW7R5I/AAAAAAAABAY/DAtnRx4Y-kc/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Q6bLAnbPGrg/TXwZrOW7R5I/AAAAAAAABAY/DAtnRx4Y-kc/s320/018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Of course, the kids are starving and about ready to hit the whine-o-meter all time high.&amp;nbsp; By then we had figured out each group was taking about 30 minutes and exiting out the rear door.&amp;nbsp; Tony then decided to take the kids to McDonalds and let them hang out in the car until we were the next group.&amp;nbsp; I have to say all the other mothers in the play area were quite envious and looked at their husbands longingly.&amp;nbsp; Sadly for them, their husbands were quite oblivious.&amp;nbsp; While he was gone, I had a great visit with Laura Picker and her Mid-County friend.&amp;nbsp; Who knew we were all Ree fans? Not me!&amp;nbsp; Finally, it was group 9's turn.&amp;nbsp; I called Tony who ushered the kids in the back door so as not to upset the front door gaurdians.&amp;nbsp; I won't say who was the rule breaker and let them all in.&amp;nbsp; Finally, group 10 was called and we got in line again.&amp;nbsp; Five minutes later, I smell something very suspicious.&amp;nbsp; Macy had made a stinky.&amp;nbsp; No big deal - I had my purse now.&amp;nbsp; Reaching for the diaper, my hand kept searching for the wipes in my bottomless purse.&amp;nbsp; Not there.&amp;nbsp; Tony then recalls he had used them in the car to clean the kids up after dinner.&amp;nbsp; By now, we are four people away from the Ree room.&amp;nbsp; No time to make it to the car. No way to get back in. No time to change the diaper.&lt;/span&gt;﻿&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ree will&amp;nbsp;not notice, Tony assures me.&amp;nbsp; I just give him a stinky look.&amp;nbsp; It's our turn and here are my exact words to Ree (that Tony had helped me practice):&amp;nbsp; I wanted your camera for&amp;nbsp;my birthday and my husband laughed.&amp;nbsp; I was hoping to win your Kitchen Aid give away and I lost.&amp;nbsp; So my husband volunteered to take me to your book signing for my birthday present.&amp;nbsp; Ree then added Happy Birthday to her autograph and we all posed with me trying to stand as far away as I could so she couldn't smell a certain stinky girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-IUXUHKNfTPo/TXweU-aX2TI/AAAAAAAABAc/M-Rw-210UIc/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-IUXUHKNfTPo/TXweU-aX2TI/AAAAAAAABAc/M-Rw-210UIc/s320/021.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;She was as kind and funny in person as she is on her blog.&amp;nbsp; We then met Marlbaro Man and hoped he didn't smell the stinky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xg7bwj6fKws/TXweXDjhVfI/AAAAAAAABAg/OFS-xfgP6TU/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xg7bwj6fKws/TXweXDjhVfI/AAAAAAAABAg/OFS-xfgP6TU/s320/022.JPG" width="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Finally, Macy got rid of her stinky, we climbed in the car, and started back home at 9:45.&amp;nbsp; Yes friends, 4 and a half hours later.&amp;nbsp; But it was so worth it and a birthday present that I will never forget. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-6405896537907177747?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/6405896537907177747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=6405896537907177747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/6405896537907177747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/6405896537907177747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2011/03/meeting-ree.html' title='Meeting Ree'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-VANvGVcp5FU/TXwUgm-azmI/AAAAAAAABAM/nZ_iKF4pZXQ/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-969887464079869619</id><published>2011-03-09T20:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T20:54:18.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet and Greet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;In January, we took Parker to meet Mary Pope Osbourne, the author of the Magic Tree House series.&amp;nbsp; Parker's a big fan, and thanks to Miss Moses who emailed me the info, we made our plans.&amp;nbsp; Amazingly, we got there right on time.&amp;nbsp; The line snaked the perimeter of the Barnes &amp;amp; Noble.&amp;nbsp; We had rehearsed with Parker what he should say.&amp;nbsp; I pretended to be Mrs. Osbourne as Parker introduced himself very politely.&amp;nbsp; "What's your favorite Magic Tree House book?"&amp;nbsp; "Your newest one!" Back to being Mom: "You haven't read that one yet!"&amp;nbsp; "But I love each new one I read!" Back to Mrs. Osbourne: "Why, thank you and it is so nice to meet such a handsome and polite boy!"&amp;nbsp; Giggling from Parker.&amp;nbsp; An hour later, minor destruction to the shelves caused by Hurricane&amp;nbsp;Macy, Tony's last nerve in danger of being jumped on, it was our turn.&amp;nbsp; All Parker could do was stare!&amp;nbsp; The real Mrs. Osbourne: "What's your name?"&amp;nbsp; "Parker"&amp;nbsp; -Dramatic pause- "Would you like to take your picture with me?"&amp;nbsp; A nod.&amp;nbsp; A flash.&amp;nbsp; He walks off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xSvFurrGidg/TXg8uJH3FaI/AAAAAAAABAI/FtWUvKfkNAc/s1600/073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xSvFurrGidg/TXg8uJH3FaI/AAAAAAAABAI/FtWUvKfkNAc/s320/073.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;(In case you don't know, Mary Pope Osbourne is on the right.&amp;nbsp; The lady on the left is her sister who she collaborates with on her nonfiction books.&amp;nbsp; Bonus!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-969887464079869619?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/969887464079869619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=969887464079869619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/969887464079869619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/969887464079869619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2011/03/meet-and-greet.html' title='Meet and Greet'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-xSvFurrGidg/TXg8uJH3FaI/AAAAAAAABAI/FtWUvKfkNAc/s72-c/073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-1300235633920490499</id><published>2011-02-21T20:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T20:04:42.681-06:00</updated><title type='text'>12 + 12 + 12 + 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I started to write that February was my favorite month, but that is really not true.&amp;nbsp; I like every month for a different reason.&amp;nbsp; And although the urge to list all the reasons is strong, I will stay focused and move forward...This was not my birthday cake, but we did enjoy it at the Blue &amp;amp; Gold banquet Sunday evening.&amp;nbsp; The assistant den leader's wife made it. In case it is not obvious, the theme was Legos. Parker and Macy especially enjoyed eating Lego marshmallows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Amk2TPLVTXY/TWMVpQDVv1I/AAAAAAAAA_8/iSvdfV3QrzE/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="254" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Amk2TPLVTXY/TWMVpQDVv1I/AAAAAAAAA_8/iSvdfV3QrzE/s320/013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYIiOX-pGDw/TWMVsN6hNJI/AAAAAAAABAA/Zw_O3NSJ854/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="308" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cYIiOX-pGDw/TWMVsN6hNJI/AAAAAAAABAA/Zw_O3NSJ854/s320/016.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8B2k3F6tX3A/TWMVhk465HI/AAAAAAAAA_4/idFGL17yjKY/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8B2k3F6tX3A/TWMVhk465HI/AAAAAAAAA_4/idFGL17yjKY/s320/014.JPG" width="204" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;This was my birthday cake.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cs9Bn-DC09Y/TWMVx7j1DVI/AAAAAAAABAE/DdrMxFLCGb0/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cs9Bn-DC09Y/TWMVx7j1DVI/AAAAAAAABAE/DdrMxFLCGb0/s320/017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I've had some incredible birthday cakes through the years, but nothing beats the homemade goodness of chocolate sheet cake.&amp;nbsp; It wasn't until we lived in Texas that I heard it called Texas sheet cake.&amp;nbsp; Texans are a proud bunch and everything pretty much revolves around the Lone Star state.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Nevertheless,&amp;nbsp;I only got one piece.&amp;nbsp;I have always shared my birthday weekend with Pa who turned 85 on Tuesday.&amp;nbsp; I know for a fact that the birthday boy had more than one piece.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; The next afternoon, no one admitted they had eaten the rest of the birthday cake.&amp;nbsp; For the record, fourth of it was left Saturday night.&amp;nbsp; So what is a birthday girl to do?&amp;nbsp; Make another one, of course!&amp;nbsp; If you don't understand the importance of more than one piece of chocolate sheet cake, come on over &amp;amp; I'll share...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-1300235633920490499?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/1300235633920490499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=1300235633920490499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/1300235633920490499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/1300235633920490499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2011/02/12-12-12-1.html' title='12 + 12 + 12 + 1'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Amk2TPLVTXY/TWMVpQDVv1I/AAAAAAAAA_8/iSvdfV3QrzE/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-1063235713793325300</id><published>2011-02-13T13:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T13:37:13.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Macy</title><content type='html'>Here is what our girl normally looks like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co6btytnzlc/TVgwks1CBsI/AAAAAAAAA_o/rPdTLjjcCx4/s1600/047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Co6btytnzlc/TVgwks1CBsI/AAAAAAAAA_o/rPdTLjjcCx4/s320/047.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Macy is always ready to go bye-bye!&amp;nbsp; She loves to deliver Parker and I to school in the mornings - at least until we get out of the car.&amp;nbsp; But we blow kisses as Tony peels out of the parking lot...This is the best Macy has looked in a week.&amp;nbsp; Our baby got a viral infection, saw the dr. on Tuesday, visited the ER Friday evening, finally slept the whole night after 7 nights of coughing, crying, and Wonder Pets marathons with Daddy from 2 to 4 in the morning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;4 loads of laundry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;3 loads of dishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;3 kids - our neighbor spent the day playing with Parker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;2 cups of coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;2 loaves of banana nut bread made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;1 book finished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;1 Diet Coke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #073763; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;1 new widget - see Kids Eat Free! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-8948018330921946519?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/8948018330921946519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=8948018330921946519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/8948018330921946519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/8948018330921946519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2011/02/our-sleet-day-by-numbers.html' title='Our Sleet Day By The Numbers'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-8491346201644187443</id><published>2011-01-20T21:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T21:22:23.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Profound thought #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;After 9 inches of snow, a snow day, and Tony saying if you want to go, all of us will get in the car and go with you, I called and cancelled a doctor's appointment that I had been waiting 3 months for.&amp;nbsp; When the receptionist said I would have to wait another 8 weeks, I said "Don't cancel my appointment.&amp;nbsp; I'll call you back."&amp;nbsp; Tony relented and said I could go alone but with lots of warnings - be careful, be&amp;nbsp;very careful, be extremely careful.&amp;nbsp; At 11:00, the roads were still pretty treacherous, but between 30 to 50 miles per hour, I had plenty of time to think and listen to my Inspirational playlist on my Ipod (Yes, Tony, I turned it on before I pulled out of the garage.)&amp;nbsp; I was amazed as I traveled that the roads could be a hard packed grayish white and then be a smooth black a minute later.&amp;nbsp; After cruising a stretch of smooth black, I was facing two hills on Highway 40. I could see from the top that way down was clear and easy but the valley was full of muck but the way back up was clear.&amp;nbsp; Please let me get through the valley was my quick prayer.&amp;nbsp; Then a profound thought hit me.&amp;nbsp; Isn't life just like that?&amp;nbsp; You're doing just fine, your loved ones are doing just fine, and then all of a sudden you're in a pile of muck.&amp;nbsp;You can spend a lot of time in the valley and the only way out is uphill.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully, we never leave the valley alone.&amp;nbsp; God uses our family, our friends, and even strangers to push us out of the valley and back up the hill.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-8491346201644187443?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/8491346201644187443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=8491346201644187443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/8491346201644187443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/8491346201644187443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2011/01/profound-thought-2.html' title='Profound thought #2'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-7458599757027274528</id><published>2011-01-03T21:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T21:53:38.102-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My profound thought for the new year...maybe my only one for the whole year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;As you may know, we have been wrestling with Macy sleeping in her crib.&amp;nbsp; She goes down usually without a fuss, but a few hours later she is screaming at the top of the her lungs.&amp;nbsp; We've tried a variety of tricks.&amp;nbsp; Macy's personal favorite is when we surrender &amp;amp; let her sleep with us.&amp;nbsp; Since she is in the 95 percentile for her height and has mastered a 360 degree spin in bed, Tony &amp;amp; I wake up tired and a tad cranky.&amp;nbsp; One of our numerous resolutions was to get Macy to sleep through the night in her crib.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Tonight as I put her down, I offered to do "100 minutes" like we do with Parker (that is a whole other story).&amp;nbsp; Laying on her pillow pet, snuggled in her crotchet blanket, I held her hand through the crib bars.&amp;nbsp; As I listened to her breathe,&amp;nbsp; I had my profound thought.&amp;nbsp; None of us want to face the darkness alone.&amp;nbsp; We want to be swaddled in the security of our loved ones.&amp;nbsp; We may not know what the darkness holds, but we trust that the ones who love us will&amp;nbsp;be there&amp;nbsp;until the morning light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-7458599757027274528?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/7458599757027274528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=7458599757027274528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/7458599757027274528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/7458599757027274528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-profound-thought-for-new-yearmaybe.html' title='My profound thought for the new year...maybe my only one for the whole year'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-8076949307884350974</id><published>2010-12-30T23:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T23:25:08.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You too?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I blinked, turned around twice, and it was gone!&amp;nbsp; When I was young, it seemed the four weeks between Thanksgiving and Christmas stretched into the longest 4 weeks of the whole year.&amp;nbsp; Now that I am one of Santa's many helpers, those 4 weeks fly by faster than you can sing the Twelve Days of Christmas.&amp;nbsp; Despite all of our attempts to be organized, wrapped, &amp;amp; ready, Elf Tony &amp;amp; I only managed 2 and a half hours of sleep on Christmas Eve.&amp;nbsp; To make matters even funnier, in a sleep-deprived fog I deleated all my cute Christmas Eve pics.&amp;nbsp; Yes, worse than getting coal Christmas morning, is a&amp;nbsp;mother without record of her labor.&amp;nbsp; Christmas morning, I threw in the towel.&amp;nbsp; Besides who really wants their picture taken in their pjs with bed hair?&amp;nbsp; I consoled (kidded) myself that I was living in the moment and not taking pictures of the moment.&amp;nbsp; Do you buy that?&amp;nbsp; I don't either.&amp;nbsp; But it sure sounded good Christmas morning....I hope you had a very merry time and a lot more sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-8076949307884350974?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/8076949307884350974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=8076949307884350974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/8076949307884350974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/8076949307884350974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-too.html' title='You too?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-516440942803613202</id><published>2010-12-02T21:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T22:33:21.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Becky Kelley - Where's the Line to See Jesus - OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/OExXItDyWEY?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of myself - not because I had anything to do witb this video, but because I got it on my blog!&amp;nbsp; Whoo-hoo!&amp;nbsp; We worship with Becky and her extended family.&amp;nbsp; We love them all but especially her mom and dad.&amp;nbsp; Her mom teaches the twos and threes&amp;nbsp;with her sister (We love Nancy too!).&amp;nbsp; These ladies have been teaching that class FOREVER.&amp;nbsp; Now we know the twos and threes make us laugh and remind us of why Jesus&amp;nbsp;said, "Let the&amp;nbsp;little children come to me....For the kingdom of God belongs to such as these."&amp;nbsp; Nevertheless, after teaching&amp;nbsp;King's Kids for four years,&amp;nbsp;I confess there are some Sundays, I long for the peace of worship,&amp;nbsp; But then I think of Ann and Nancy who have taught these kiddos&amp;nbsp;FOREVER&amp;nbsp;and I just shut that inner voice up!&amp;nbsp; I tell myself - serve like these ladies serve: quietly, without recoginition, and joyfully.&amp;nbsp; We love Mr. Steve for a lot of different reasons.&amp;nbsp; One being how he has become a part of Parker's story.&amp;nbsp; Parker looks for Mr. Steve every Sunday for his magic trick.&amp;nbsp; Bless Mr. Steve because he preforms every Sunday with a smile on his face.&amp;nbsp; It's a little thing.&amp;nbsp; But has such a huge effect. By making time for Parker and all the other kids who also love the magic trick, he tells them this is what it means to be a part of God's family.&amp;nbsp; The family always has time for you and is happy to see you.&amp;nbsp; I know that Mr. Steve will be a part of Parker's faith story.&amp;nbsp; We also love that next to Santa, Mr. Steve is the star of our Breakfast with Santa.&amp;nbsp; We can always count on him to be the life of the party with his keyboard!&amp;nbsp; He wrote this song!&amp;nbsp; He is just amazingly talented!&amp;nbsp; Finally, we love the little star at the end of the video. :)&amp;nbsp; We look forward to her reply to the Question of the Day.&amp;nbsp; She always says something precious.&amp;nbsp; When we review our Sunday morning on the way home from church, we listen to Parker's version, try to guess Macy's, and always remember the little star's answer and smile.&amp;nbsp; Parker gets a kick out of it too.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, this is my very little part to bless Becky on this road she is on.&amp;nbsp; Now, do your part and pass it on! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-516440942803613202?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/516440942803613202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=516440942803613202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/516440942803613202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/516440942803613202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2010/12/becky-kelley-wheres-line-to-see-jesus.html' title='Becky Kelley - Where&apos;s the Line to See Jesus - OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/OExXItDyWEY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-2577904262239045070</id><published>2010-11-27T00:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T00:24:06.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Behind....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I have been writing this blog in my head for weeks now, but could never find the time to sit and type.&amp;nbsp; What have we been up to?&amp;nbsp; Our favorite fall things of course....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;We enjoyed a visit with Steve Marvin, our first friend as a married couple.&amp;nbsp; I know it's hard to believe but Steve has put up with us for 14 years!&amp;nbsp; Whenever we're together, it's a good time.&amp;nbsp; We took Steve to Eckert's and he managed to skip out of every picture but one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TPCYjFg6uwI/AAAAAAAAA-E/qilMBzVdMYs/s1600/messed+up+310.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TPCYjFg6uwI/AAAAAAAAA-E/qilMBzVdMYs/s320/messed+up+310.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TPCYxoLXF9I/AAAAAAAAA-I/PLHgi-_M4vI/s1600/messed+up+308.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TPCYxoLXF9I/AAAAAAAAA-I/PLHgi-_M4vI/s320/messed+up+308.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TPCY8I_TvnI/AAAAAAAAA-M/ptPE_HIGwdI/s1600/messed+up+309.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TPCY8I_TvnI/AAAAAAAAA-M/ptPE_HIGwdI/s320/messed+up+309.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Then there was lots of Halloween tricks and treats!&amp;nbsp; Macy was a cupcake because she is so sweet (most of the time).&amp;nbsp;Truthfully, I haven't been able to let go of the cupcake craze.&amp;nbsp; I really don't care if the cupcake was listed in the top 10 food fads that were over.&amp;nbsp; Cupcakes are timeless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TPCZW_A34DI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/6FZtcE2t7DQ/s1600/messed+up+324.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TPCZW_A34DI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/6FZtcE2t7DQ/s320/messed+up+324.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TPCZgwRITjI/AAAAAAAAA-U/xKQbnns6l0c/s1600/messed+up+322.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TPCZgwRITjI/AAAAAAAAA-U/xKQbnns6l0c/s320/messed+up+322.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TPCZosnsUeI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/MOs1yMCreRc/s1600/messed+up+327.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TPCZosnsUeI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/MOs1yMCreRc/s320/messed+up+327.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I had to put this one in so you could see what I mean about the not so sweet moments.&amp;nbsp; This was in reaction to being told no more suckers after she had raided Christy's candy bucket on multiple trips.&amp;nbsp; We did have a serious candy addiction starting at Trunk-or-Treat until a couple weeks after Halloween.&amp;nbsp; I was wondering if Macy would be allowed to attend the Celebrate Recovery class at church.&amp;nbsp; It was getting to be that serious of a problem.&amp;nbsp; But thankfully, as with most things that involve children, this too shall pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TPCbN8DtroI/AAAAAAAAA-c/cjP3PtjXNhI/s1600/messed+up+330.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TPCbN8DtroI/AAAAAAAAA-c/cjP3PtjXNhI/s320/messed+up+330.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TPCbW00nlaI/AAAAAAAAA-g/aPwjtTXAsYk/s1600/messed+up+319.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TPCbW00nlaI/AAAAAAAAA-g/aPwjtTXAsYk/s320/messed+up+319.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Some things don't seem to be passing as fast.&amp;nbsp; For instance, Parker's love for Star Wars.&amp;nbsp; Parker was the young Obi-Won Kenobi.&amp;nbsp; Since Tony had to dress up for Parker's Pack Meeting, he didn't hesitate to cross over to the dark side as Darth Vader.&amp;nbsp; Both of my boys had a blast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;We also carved a pumpkin and made Halloween cupcakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TPCeNEK9siI/AAAAAAAAA-w/1aJ7icpd0nw/s1600/messed+up+344.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TPCeNEK9siI/AAAAAAAAA-w/1aJ7icpd0nw/s320/messed+up+344.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TPCdPFFX_OI/AAAAAAAAA-o/CLl_-Mck89M/s1600/messed+up+346.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TPCdPFFX_OI/AAAAAAAAA-o/CLl_-Mck89M/s320/messed+up+346.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TPCflON2aJI/AAAAAAAAA_A/dYQkMNeSb28/s1600/messed+up+348.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TPCflON2aJI/AAAAAAAAA_A/dYQkMNeSb28/s320/messed+up+348.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TPCfxWfmn-I/AAAAAAAAA_E/jAFIPENM92o/s1600/messed+up+349.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TPCfxWfmn-I/AAAAAAAAA_E/jAFIPENM92o/s320/messed+up+349.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We all were thrilled when the Coles were able to stop on their way back from Iowa so the kids could trick or treat together and have our ceremonial first bowl of chili with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Macy got her first haircut in preparation for her big 2nd birthday.&amp;nbsp; But the pictures are on Tony's phone.&amp;nbsp; He is snoozing on the couch, and I don't have the heart to bother him.&amp;nbsp; You'll just get to see the finished product.&amp;nbsp; To celebrate her birthday, we took a family trip to Build-A-Bear for Macy's first creation.&amp;nbsp; She picks the scruffiest looking dog.&amp;nbsp; I was rooting for Rudolph, but she completely ignored the red-nosed reindeer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TPChoUSe38I/AAAAAAAAA_M/RDL9S048nzo/s1600/messed+up+356.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TPChoUSe38I/AAAAAAAAA_M/RDL9S048nzo/s320/messed+up+356.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TPCh_jV-ZVI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/1mnjoVQZkUQ/s1600/messed+up+353.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TPCh_jV-ZVI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/1mnjoVQZkUQ/s320/messed+up+353.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;At age 6, Parker appreciates his mom's need for a theme and picks Bumble the Abominal Snowman.&amp;nbsp; I didn't even prompt him!&amp;nbsp; We were blessed to celebrate two times - once with friends and with family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TPCiIyy6aMI/AAAAAAAAA_U/-SSNtOyZrxs/s1600/messed+up+373.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TPCiIyy6aMI/AAAAAAAAA_U/-SSNtOyZrxs/s320/messed+up+373.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TPCjUAEdfaI/AAAAAAAAA_c/jQam7qvDXt8/s1600/messed+up+376.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TPCjUAEdfaI/AAAAAAAAA_c/jQam7qvDXt8/s320/messed+up+376.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We had a wonderful Thanksgiving with my family, but I am horrible about deleting pictures!&amp;nbsp; The card was full so I missed all the turkey pictures - and I am not talking about you, Dad! :)&amp;nbsp; After my family headed back to KC, we got the tree up and lit.&amp;nbsp; I love this time of year!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-2577904262239045070?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/2577904262239045070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=2577904262239045070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/2577904262239045070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/2577904262239045070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2010/11/falling-behind.html' title='Falling Behind....'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TPCYjFg6uwI/AAAAAAAAA-E/qilMBzVdMYs/s72-c/messed+up+310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-6666561416372785774</id><published>2010-10-14T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T21:00:06.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Was that a ghost?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Yes friends, I was that mom.&amp;nbsp; I saw Macy opening the refrigerator and didn't stop her.&amp;nbsp; I had the dishwasher three-fourths full and instantly weighed the pros &amp;amp; cons&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Pros: whatever she was after in the frig would keep her occupied until I finished the dishes, no unnecessary stress on my ears.&amp;nbsp; Cons: While I am cleaning up one mess, she would be creating another. Question: Is this a pivotal point in establishing parental boundaries?&amp;nbsp; Quick prayer: Please Lord let this not be the moment of my parental demise. I chose the dishwasher.&amp;nbsp; All my women friends realize this conversation happened in less than 10 seconds in my brain.&amp;nbsp; With the dishwasher humming, I went to investigate.&amp;nbsp; She is truly flesh of my flesh.&amp;nbsp; Cookie dough before bed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TLezH3VlJGI/AAAAAAAAA94/W46qmcNNaas/s1600/cookie+raider+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TLezH3VlJGI/AAAAAAAAA94/W46qmcNNaas/s320/cookie+raider+002.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TLey-Aer_8I/AAAAAAAAA90/VaFMKJx0u40/s1600/cookie+raider+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TLey-Aer_8I/AAAAAAAAA90/VaFMKJx0u40/s320/cookie+raider+001.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;After church and getting the kids in bed, Tony &amp;amp; I made the snack for tonight's den meeting.&amp;nbsp; They were a big hit!&amp;nbsp; But then again, kids will eat anything!&lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TLe0nnfKocI/AAAAAAAAA-A/p4Mg0ILCLuo/s1600/cookie+raider+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TLe0nnfKocI/AAAAAAAAA-A/p4Mg0ILCLuo/s320/cookie+raider+004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-6666561416372785774?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/6666561416372785774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=6666561416372785774' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/6666561416372785774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/6666561416372785774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2010/10/was-that-ghost.html' title='Was that a ghost?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TLezH3VlJGI/AAAAAAAAA94/W46qmcNNaas/s72-c/cookie+raider+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-3914998953723578305</id><published>2010-10-07T02:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T02:42:07.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it really October?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TK1vcN_VTTI/AAAAAAAAA9I/Uc3aiivgqsc/s1600/back+to+school+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TK1vcN_VTTI/AAAAAAAAA9I/Uc3aiivgqsc/s320/back+to+school+002.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Parker on the first day of school!&amp;nbsp; Last year, he didn't want a new backpack which really surprised his school supply loving mom.&amp;nbsp; He did need a new one this year though! I figured this may be my one and only year to get his backpack personalized.&amp;nbsp; You know, second graders may just not recognize the coolness of it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TK1vl1NlqmI/AAAAAAAAA9M/U2BlIu4SQHY/s1600/back+to+school+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TK1vl1NlqmI/AAAAAAAAA9M/U2BlIu4SQHY/s320/back+to+school+003.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Macy didn't quite understand what all the excitement was about on the first day of school, but she was happy to pose in her nightshirt aka Parker's old&amp;nbsp;VBS shirt.&amp;nbsp; She has really missed being with Parker during the day. I have to give honor where honor is due...Tony is balancing working from home and taking care of Macy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;If you need a laugh, ask him about Adventures in Daddy Daycare!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TK1vwDCF2aI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/hifwoAE_OHs/s1600/back+to+school+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TK1vwDCF2aI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/hifwoAE_OHs/s320/back+to+school+006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Parker with his teacher, Miss Moses.&amp;nbsp; Was I this young once?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TK1v4o5kLKI/AAAAAAAAA9U/mIf7PkX3tJw/s1600/back+to+school+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TK1v4o5kLKI/AAAAAAAAA9U/mIf7PkX3tJw/s320/back+to+school+012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We had a list of summer fun we wanted to do with the kids and we hadn't quite made it through before school started.&amp;nbsp; But why should school starting stop all the fun?&amp;nbsp; We talked the Coles into joining us for Tony's, Parker's, and Macy's first trip to the Arch. Yes, after 12 years in St. Louis, we finally made it.&amp;nbsp; When we first moved here, we wanted to go but we thought for sure we would be taking a million trips with all our friends and family who visited us.&amp;nbsp; Has anyone wanted to go? Nope!&amp;nbsp; But now our whole family can say with pride that we survived the ride!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TK1wBwxC0JI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/j1rvd2Ccbto/s1600/back+to+school+022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TK1wBwxC0JI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/j1rvd2Ccbto/s320/back+to+school+022.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TK1wLOIvfmI/AAAAAAAAA9c/YxDPEI69kco/s1600/back+to+school+014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TK1wLOIvfmI/AAAAAAAAA9c/YxDPEI69kco/s320/back+to+school+014.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Are my two favorite first graders tired of posing?&amp;nbsp; Imagine that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TK1wUpC31GI/AAAAAAAAA9g/F7hhB98YJmU/s1600/back+to+school+033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TK1wUpC31GI/AAAAAAAAA9g/F7hhB98YJmU/s320/back+to+school+033.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Whenever Parker and Macy fall asleep in the car, they always sleep with their heads together.&amp;nbsp; I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TK1wdBRKkBI/AAAAAAAAA9k/IXwLVw4oTxE/s1600/back+to+school+051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TK1wdBRKkBI/AAAAAAAAA9k/IXwLVw4oTxE/s320/back+to+school+051.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Before you start worrying, Macy is drinking root beer!&amp;nbsp; But this just goes right along with her personality.&amp;nbsp; She is just like her Daddy...drinking problem and all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TK1wmRX6MGI/AAAAAAAAA9o/x4H3B-NhN9Y/s1600/back+to+school+053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TK1wmRX6MGI/AAAAAAAAA9o/x4H3B-NhN9Y/s320/back+to+school+053.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Parker has been dieing to join Boy Scouts and even took Tony to a meeting last year.&amp;nbsp; He didn't realize that you had to be in first grade.&amp;nbsp; Parker has a steel trap memory so I have to be careful about what I say.&amp;nbsp; He'll hold me to it.&amp;nbsp; Nevertheless, he had not forgotten that this was the year that he could join.&amp;nbsp; Tony walked into the second meeting as a den assistant and walked out as the den leader.&amp;nbsp; He said the church could learn from their recruitment skills.&amp;nbsp; The mums were a surprise from my sweet husband on the first day of fall.&amp;nbsp; He knows I am all about seasonal decorating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TK1wwPga2BI/AAAAAAAAA9s/GNPk2YIxdM8/s1600/back+to+school+062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TK1wwPga2BI/AAAAAAAAA9s/GNPk2YIxdM8/s320/back+to+school+062.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;We&amp;nbsp;are so excited that Jillian is one of our prayer buddies this year!&amp;nbsp; We went to her soccer game a couple of Saturdays ago.&amp;nbsp; She played goalie for a little while and did an awesome job!&amp;nbsp; If I was the coach, I would make her the team goalie!&amp;nbsp; She was that good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TK1w5d4L0LI/AAAAAAAAA9w/NH8phwjih-M/s1600/back+to+school+078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TK1w5d4L0LI/AAAAAAAAA9w/NH8phwjih-M/s320/back+to+school+078.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Tony and I are still teaching King's Kids on Sunday mornings.&amp;nbsp; We laugh every Sunday.&amp;nbsp; Macy though doesn't always find the situation so funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-3914998953723578305?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/3914998953723578305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=3914998953723578305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/3914998953723578305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/3914998953723578305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2010/10/is-it-really-october.html' title='Is it really October?'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TK1vcN_VTTI/AAAAAAAAA9I/Uc3aiivgqsc/s72-c/back+to+school+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-2987943697666006981</id><published>2010-08-15T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T21:47:25.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Jillian!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TGihyzaYpgI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/8HgmcqBSBpo/s1600/Jillian%27s+birthdsay+party+Aug.+2010+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TGihyzaYpgI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/8HgmcqBSBpo/s320/Jillian%27s+birthdsay+party+Aug.+2010+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TGiiYNq8q5I/AAAAAAAAA8w/HgN4r-m41L8/s1600/Jillian%27s+birthdsay+party+Aug.+2010+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TGiiYNq8q5I/AAAAAAAAA8w/HgN4r-m41L8/s320/Jillian%27s+birthdsay+party+Aug.+2010+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TGiiPGzLVVI/AAAAAAAAA8o/ZboUucgVdAc/s1600/Jillian%27s+birthdsay+party+Aug.+2010+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TGiiPGzLVVI/AAAAAAAAA8o/ZboUucgVdAc/s320/Jillian%27s+birthdsay+party+Aug.+2010+010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TGiiF4zrTdI/AAAAAAAAA8g/iEBalM1OT3g/s1600/Jillian%27s+birthdsay+party+Aug.+2010+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TGiiF4zrTdI/AAAAAAAAA8g/iEBalM1OT3g/s320/Jillian%27s+birthdsay+party+Aug.+2010+011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TGiig-uMkTI/AAAAAAAAA84/cmpmoENqKxE/s1600/Jillian%27s+birthdsay+party+Aug.+2010+013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TGiig-uMkTI/AAAAAAAAA84/cmpmoENqKxE/s320/Jillian%27s+birthdsay+party+Aug.+2010+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Seven years ago, I listened to a very happy pregnant lady thanking everyone for coming to her baby shower.&amp;nbsp; I was just 2 months pregnant at the time and I only knew this lady in passing.&amp;nbsp; Little did I know that baby she was carrying would become my baby's "first friend".&amp;nbsp; Whenever someone questions his friendship with Jillian (the neighborhood boys are astounded that he is friends with a girl), Parker always tells the story that Jillian was the first baby to visit him in the hospital.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Poor Christy gets left out of the story everytime.&amp;nbsp; I wonder if he thinks Jillian came on her own.&amp;nbsp; Nevertheless, Parker is convinced of first friend power and lays claim to it every chance he gets.&amp;nbsp; As I was watching all the church friends at Jillian's party, I was having flashbacks to all the birthdays they have celebrated together and couldn't believe how time was passing by no matter how tight the grip I keep.&amp;nbsp; Every stage brings its own delights and horrors, but I could comfortably stay at this stage for a while.....Time, are you listening?&amp;nbsp; I didn't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-2987943697666006981?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/2987943697666006981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=2987943697666006981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/2987943697666006981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/2987943697666006981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday-jillian.html' title='Happy Birthday, Jillian!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TGihyzaYpgI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/8HgmcqBSBpo/s72-c/Jillian%27s+birthdsay+party+Aug.+2010+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-7625422559304821872</id><published>2010-08-09T18:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T18:36:27.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Pastimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TGCL_9vgWGI/AAAAAAAAA7w/I4RJDcTJa6c/s1600/August+2010+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TGCL_9vgWGI/AAAAAAAAA7w/I4RJDcTJa6c/s320/August+2010+005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Since we have moved, we can't keep Parker inside (which&amp;nbsp;is the total opposite at our old home)!&amp;nbsp; The new, smooth sidewalks call to Parker everyday.&amp;nbsp; If he isn't on his bike, then he is on his scooter.&amp;nbsp; All of the other boys are able to ride without training wheels.&amp;nbsp; Every now and then, I hear one of them ask Parker if he is ready to take off his training wheels.&amp;nbsp; Parker then always answers "Not yet."&amp;nbsp; Maybe next summer....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TGCMdo3aznI/AAAAAAAAA8I/WOEelPTB6lg/s1600/August+2010+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TGCMdo3aznI/AAAAAAAAA8I/WOEelPTB6lg/s320/August+2010+008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TGCMTUV0cPI/AAAAAAAAA8A/xdrwqRvYZOg/s1600/August+2010+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TGCMTUV0cPI/AAAAAAAAA8A/xdrwqRvYZOg/s320/August+2010+007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Macy's newest thing is getting on the laptop.&amp;nbsp; She saw everyone using it but her and that was not going to fly!&amp;nbsp; No, she is not checking her email after church on Sunday.&amp;nbsp; She is on her favorite website -&amp;nbsp; sprout online!&amp;nbsp; Using the laptop is teaching her alot about taking turns!&amp;nbsp; Macy was quite excited to take her baby doll to church in a matching dress.&amp;nbsp; She&amp;nbsp;showed off&amp;nbsp;her baby doll to anyone who would look her way.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-7625422559304821872?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/7625422559304821872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=7625422559304821872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/7625422559304821872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/7625422559304821872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2010/08/favorite-pastimes.html' title='Favorite Pastimes'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TGCL_9vgWGI/AAAAAAAAA7w/I4RJDcTJa6c/s72-c/August+2010+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-5070629570774247513</id><published>2010-08-03T14:46:00.049-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T21:42:40.562-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer....Slip sliding away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The school building opens tomorrow so teachers can come unpack&amp;nbsp;the rooms. Although the first&amp;nbsp;contracted day back is not till the 10th, the opening of the building signals that the end is near.&amp;nbsp; After the unpacking blitz and trip to Hot Springs, we tried to squeeze in some fun!&amp;nbsp; Here is what we have been up to that makes summer days so sweet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pancake Breakfast with the Haynes and even some blackberry picking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Grant's Farm (where Macy insisted on riding the tram like a big girl)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Magic House fun with Jillian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Celebrated Grandmaw's Birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Girls' Lunch Out while Mr. John hosted cupcake decorating with Parker and Macy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Multiple trips to the subdivision pool ~ Parker is getting to be more like a fish and Macy loves adult swim aka snack time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-5070629570774247513?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/5070629570774247513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=5070629570774247513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/5070629570774247513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/5070629570774247513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2010/08/summerslip-sliding-away.html' title='Summer....Slip sliding away'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TFh1kAoQnII/AAAAAAAAA6o/9EhN8lOYfPg/s72-c/August+2010+012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-6654299553127429917</id><published>2010-07-19T16:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T16:31:07.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Martha West!</title><content type='html'>Martha,&lt;br /&gt;When we switched to our laptop, I lost your blog address!&amp;nbsp; I've searched the world wide web over and cannot find you!&amp;nbsp; I hope you are still checking in because I miss keeping up with the West family!&amp;nbsp; We miss you much!&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-6654299553127429917?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/6654299553127429917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=6654299553127429917' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/6654299553127429917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/6654299553127429917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2010/07/martha-west.html' title='Martha West!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-400694949908594010</id><published>2010-07-13T19:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T16:32:09.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Springs, AR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TD0DBqtFzgI/AAAAAAAAA4I/9YqIqkihWuE/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TD0DBqtFzgI/AAAAAAAAA4I/9YqIqkihWuE/s400/016.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We just returned from visiting Tony's side of the family in Hot Springs.&amp;nbsp; On the long way down, we were excited to stop and see our "adopted son", Steve.&amp;nbsp; Knowing us like he does, he knew we are all about the food and suggested a great BBQ joint in Memphis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TD0C54kmD1I/AAAAAAAAA4A/Odcskroc1UY/s1600/050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TD0C54kmD1I/AAAAAAAAA4A/Odcskroc1UY/s400/050.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One of the highlights of the trip was seeing Uncle Van and Aunt Carla's dream home.&amp;nbsp; They had bought the land shortly after Tony and I were married.&amp;nbsp; The dream house is almost completed and absolutely the most beautiful home I have ever been in.&amp;nbsp; I am not just saying that!&amp;nbsp; Uncle Van owns his own cabinetry business and is using the home as a showroom for his business.&amp;nbsp; I took a ton of pictures, but am having to honor his request and not publish them.&amp;nbsp; But if your in the market for custom cabinetry, I'll hook you up!&amp;nbsp; Parker would say one of his highlights was lots of rides on the six wheeler.&amp;nbsp; That was a picture of our grand tour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TD0CwT2TiFI/AAAAAAAAA34/_Hb_v-hex6Q/s1600/053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TD0CwT2TiFI/AAAAAAAAA34/_Hb_v-hex6Q/s320/053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Uncle Van and Aunt Carla have 3 dogs, 3 cats, and 2 horses on their property.&amp;nbsp; While Parker and I enjoyed meeting Callie and Doc from the 6 wheeler, Macy wanted an upclose introduction!&amp;nbsp; Aunt Carla hosted a lunch for the whole family Saturday afternoon - 50+ and not everyone was there!&amp;nbsp; I was so busy keeping track of Macy and Parker between visiting that I didn't get any pictures taken.&amp;nbsp; What was I thinking?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TD0Cldm951I/AAAAAAAAA3w/pj6IouHozRU/s1600/066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TD0Cldm951I/AAAAAAAAA3w/pj6IouHozRU/s320/066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On Sunday, we did a little sightseeing in Hot Springs.&amp;nbsp; But first we stopped by Great Grandmother's to see her new digs and meet Aunt Voneta's dog, Yogi.&amp;nbsp; We always love visiting with Great Grandmother and Yogi was very cute!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TD0CcNX9t-I/AAAAAAAAA3o/af2Ra3-KJmE/s1600/073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TD0CcNX9t-I/AAAAAAAAA3o/af2Ra3-KJmE/s320/073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Gamma and Uncle Richard acted as our tour guides.&amp;nbsp; Gamma grew up in Hot Springs and shared some of her memories.&amp;nbsp; We went to the top of the mountain where her daddy used to bring all the kids (eight of them) for a watermelon picnic on a hot evening.&amp;nbsp; The view was incredible!&amp;nbsp; Thanks to all the Hot Springs clan for a great visit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-400694949908594010?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/400694949908594010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=400694949908594010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/400694949908594010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/400694949908594010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2010/07/hot-springs-ar.html' title='Hot Springs, AR'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/TD0DBqtFzgI/AAAAAAAAA4I/9YqIqkihWuE/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-257378940109424324</id><published>2010-06-26T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T21:11:33.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone....But not forever!</title><content type='html'>What can I say about the last 5 months?&amp;nbsp; We gave up internet and cable (for a multitude of reasons), Parker finished kindergarten, Macy is what my mom calls a "pistol packing momma", and as of Thursday we moved to O'Fallon, MO so I can be five minutes from work and take Parker with me!&amp;nbsp; So far, we have had our cable and internet set up and I have unpacked our kitchen and living room.&amp;nbsp; After church, tomorrow we are unpacking Parker's room which by far had the most boxes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-257378940109424324?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/257378940109424324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=257378940109424324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/257378940109424324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/257378940109424324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2010/06/gonebut-not-forever.html' title='Gone....But not forever!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-3987873749824347493</id><published>2010-01-23T23:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T23:28:46.900-06:00</updated><title type='text'>January 24, 1970</title><content type='html'>On Sunday, my parents will be celebrating their 40th wedding anniversary!&amp;nbsp; This is especially incredible because you could not find two more different people who have lasted this long together.&amp;nbsp; My dad loves to preach the Word, my mom would rather sit in the back of the auditorium.&amp;nbsp; My dad never meets a stranger, my mom would rather visit with one good friend.&amp;nbsp; My dad enjoys hole in the wall restaurants, my mom prefers 5 star.&amp;nbsp; My dad likes to sit in front of the TV, my mom would rather go out.&amp;nbsp; My dad&amp;nbsp;likes to sleep in&amp;nbsp;a completely dark and silent room, my mom prefers a light on as well as the TV.&amp;nbsp; You can get the picture.&amp;nbsp; But there has been one thing in their marriage that they are in complete agreement with.&amp;nbsp; Very much like the Carly Simon song, my brother and I are the loves of their lives.&amp;nbsp; I am not bragging.&amp;nbsp; They would be the first to tell you that.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;have been&amp;nbsp;thinking about what their 40 year marriage has meant to me.&amp;nbsp; Despite knowing that they are the odd couple, I owe them so very much.&amp;nbsp; Most importantly, I inherited my faith from them.&amp;nbsp; Growing up, they led by example.&amp;nbsp; A family goes to church Sunday morning, Sunday night, and Wednesday evening.&amp;nbsp; A family serves at church.&amp;nbsp; For the longest time, my dad was the Children's Minister before anyone had heard of it: countless hours driving the Joy bus, kissing a pig when the kids at our church broke the record for VBS attendance, campaigning for the children of the church to be a vital part.&amp;nbsp; My mom modeled quiet service.&amp;nbsp; Don't ignore the homeless man on the corner.&amp;nbsp; Carry a bag of groceries to give him.&amp;nbsp; Take time for your friends.&amp;nbsp; True friends will hold you when you feel faint.&amp;nbsp; My parents have always provided the soft landing when I have fallen.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;They&amp;nbsp;continually help me to get back on my feet. &amp;nbsp;My parents may be complete opposites, but they have found a way to fit together for 40 years.&amp;nbsp; Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad!&amp;nbsp; Thank you for all the love that has come my way because you found a way to give me the best of both worlds.&amp;nbsp; I love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-3987873749824347493?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/3987873749824347493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=3987873749824347493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/3987873749824347493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/3987873749824347493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2010/01/january-24-1970.html' title='January 24, 1970'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-2148923661342785041</id><published>2010-01-18T23:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:30:19.141-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On The March</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/S1U_bGKDKKI/AAAAAAAAA3A/cY8rqJjZlf4/s1600-h/P1010733.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/S1U_bGKDKKI/AAAAAAAAA3A/cY8rqJjZlf4/s320/P1010733.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/S1U_elMQfHI/AAAAAAAAA3I/4q3ehSVSi7o/s1600-h/P1010740.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/S1U_elMQfHI/AAAAAAAAA3I/4q3ehSVSi7o/s320/P1010740.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/S1U_ivb78wI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/W10BPjioN5I/s1600-h/P1010738.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/S1U_ivb78wI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/W10BPjioN5I/s320/P1010738.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/S1U_l6WV8SI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/8gYKRMig5XU/s1600-h/P1010743.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/S1U_l6WV8SI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/8gYKRMig5XU/s320/P1010743.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Parker came home on Friday full of news from his substitute teacher.&amp;nbsp; She is a zoo volunteer and told the kids about the penguins marching.&amp;nbsp; Parker sounded as if he had memorized every word she said.&amp;nbsp; Saturday morning, Parker was ready to head to the zoo.&amp;nbsp; Tony checked online and saved us from a disappointing trip.&amp;nbsp; The penguins only march on Sundays (at 2:00 and if the temp is below 50 in case you want to go).&amp;nbsp; Sunday morning, we went to church in our jeans so we could grab a quick bite and head to the zoo.&amp;nbsp; We couldn't believe how many people came to see the penguins march.&amp;nbsp; I thought all the penguins marched, but only about a dozen get to.&amp;nbsp; The zookeeper said that they don't pick the penguins.&amp;nbsp; They just open the door and see who feels like walking.&amp;nbsp; We happened to be at the beginning and the penguins stayed in front of us for about 5 minutes.&amp;nbsp; Macy is as tall as the penguins so she was right at their eye level.&amp;nbsp; She shook with excitement!&amp;nbsp; Parker was also enthusiastic as he greeted the penguins with "Hello cute penguin!&amp;nbsp; Come see Parker!".&amp;nbsp; It took us way&amp;nbsp;longer to get parked and get a spot in line than the whole thing lasted.&amp;nbsp; Tony and I just looked at each other and laughed.&amp;nbsp; But the most important thing was that our two penguin lovers thought it was the best march ever!&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/2512415062725184654-2148923661342785041?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/2148923661342785041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=2148923661342785041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/2148923661342785041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/2148923661342785041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-march_18.html' title='On The March'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/S1U_bGKDKKI/AAAAAAAAA3A/cY8rqJjZlf4/s72-c/P1010733.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-6096368779236088963</id><published>2010-01-11T21:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T21:52:06.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Grandad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/S0vveYfWODI/AAAAAAAAA1w/791RbZbNMq4/s1600-h/PC260728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425693481346938930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/S0vveYfWODI/AAAAAAAAA1w/791RbZbNMq4/s400/PC260728.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My dad turns 61 today!  I love my dad so much!  Growing up, my dad was and still is my dream catcher.  He sees the very best in me and encourages me to see things in myself that I would never see.  For example, my dad has seen these things in me in his 60&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; year:  the next great American novel, a doctorate, and a principal.  Now none of these have come to pass.  I am a wife, a mom of a almost six year old and a one year old, a third grade teacher, and on the list goes.  But it is nice to know that someone sees all the possibilities in you and never doubts that you have the talent or the brainpower to make it all a reality.  Thanks, Dad!  You're the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-6096368779236088963?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/6096368779236088963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=6096368779236088963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/6096368779236088963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/6096368779236088963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-grandad.html' title='Happy Birthday Grandad!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/S0vveYfWODI/AAAAAAAAA1w/791RbZbNMq4/s72-c/PC260728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-7823925483952528870</id><published>2010-01-10T00:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T01:01:05.707-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Parker's turn for Star of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/S0l6iPlfJ3I/AAAAAAAAA1o/cQnf31GICLM/s1600-h/PB190662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425001954862376818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/S0l6iPlfJ3I/AAAAAAAAA1o/cQnf31GICLM/s400/PB190662.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Growing up a little too fast for my taste - wanting his picture taken with the Rams cheerleaders at the Big Bear Brunch. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/S0l53ZjOpFI/AAAAAAAAA1g/ZGPOOFiQSSs/s1600-h/PB140650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425001218802885714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/S0l53ZjOpFI/AAAAAAAAA1g/ZGPOOFiQSSs/s400/PB140650.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is more my pace - excited he broke his first piece of wood at tae-kwon-doe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/S0l4_KjSaPI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/UyX_zkcRS0s/s1600-h/PB190662.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've just spent the last three hours strolling down memory lane trying to find pictures for his Star of the Week poster. It just cannot be possible my little boy is growing up this fast. Parker really stepped up to the plate with Macy's arrival, and now I notice a lot of changes as he has started kindergarten. Yes, even some attitude. Tony and I can't believe what comes out of his mouth sometimes - good and bad. I am so thankful that God gives me redemption moments. Some days I will be thinking how did I manage to screw him up already and then Parker will zing me with some comment or action. Then I know that all is not lost. We are headed down the right path and I still have 13 more years to go until he is out of my sight. :)&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/2512415062725184654-7823925483952528870?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/7823925483952528870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=7823925483952528870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/7823925483952528870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/7823925483952528870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2010/01/parkers-turn-for-star-of-week.html' title='Parker&apos;s turn for Star of the Week'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/S0l6iPlfJ3I/AAAAAAAAA1o/cQnf31GICLM/s72-c/PB190662.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-4520531418462304347</id><published>2010-01-03T21:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T22:01:38.018-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=jenniferjeanmartin" target="_top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love New Year Resolutions!  I think that is one of my many reasons for being a teacher.  I get to start over twice a year.  I have so many ideas bouncing around in my head that I can't even narrow it down to my top five.  Of course, one of them is to do a better job of keeping you posted about the adventures of Parker and Macy!  I know you find them as enthralling as I do. :)  But tonight as I was cuddling Macy asleep, it hit me why I find New Year resolutions so refreshing.  I fall short of God's glory in so many ways.  Some of them I could freely confess and some bring so much shame, I couldn't tell anyone but Him.  I love New Year Resolutions because it is an opportunity to recommit to the One who is the giver of all life and in doing so become a better person.  So if you know me, please hold me accountable.  Feel free to ask how I am doing remembering this rebirth in the heat of July.  Here's to you and your resolutions:  May God bless us all as we try to reflect the light of His love.  Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-4520531418462304347?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/4520531418462304347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=4520531418462304347' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/4520531418462304347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/4520531418462304347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-resolutions.html' title='New Year Resolutions'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-2129827620243367007</id><published>2009-11-08T21:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:25:02.789-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SveJ2IrJq4I/AAAAAAAAA0o/RPJsjbMX8Eg/s1600-h/PA090535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401937841188612994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SveJ2IrJq4I/AAAAAAAAA0o/RPJsjbMX8Eg/s400/PA090535.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SveJ1vqROcI/AAAAAAAAA0g/r72DDuQNwMo/s1600-h/PA150550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401937834474027458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SveJ1vqROcI/AAAAAAAAA0g/r72DDuQNwMo/s400/PA150550.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh My!  It has only taken me first quarter to find my groove, and here it is: one day at at a time.  These past two months have been a blur with Parker starting kindergarten, having his tonsils out (not really planned), Macy and Tony being sick, our first Parent/Teacher conference, and Halloween.  Parker was BubboFat (I'm sorry if that is not the correct Star Wars spelling :)) and Macy as our busy Bee!  We are looking forward to her first birthday in a couple of weeks. Time is going too fast!  A big Congratulations to the West Family with the arrival of Wyatt and the Cope Family with the arrival of Delaney!!  We can't wait to see the next member of the Reijgers Family - coming soon!  We are trying to treasure every minute in the chaos and hope you are too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-2129827620243367007?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/2129827620243367007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=2129827620243367007' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/2129827620243367007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/2129827620243367007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-my-it-has-only-taken-me-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SveJ2IrJq4I/AAAAAAAAA0o/RPJsjbMX8Eg/s72-c/PA090535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-5386880307758310119</id><published>2009-08-31T00:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T00:24:41.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Sometime in the Near Future.....</title><content type='html'>It's 12:12 in the morning, and I should be getting ready for bed.  I have been on the computer getting ready for school for the last 2 and half hours.  I need to fill you in on summer coming to an end, Parker starting kindergarten, and Macy's days with Mrs. Kelly.  But I really don't know when that is going to happen exactly.  After 13 years of teaching, you would think I would have this down to a fine tune.  But the state keeps changing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GLEs&lt;/span&gt; (grade level expectations) and my district is constantly looking for ways to improve MAP scores.  Don't even get me started about that!  But my point is that, for all the people who don't have a teacher in their family or their friendship circles, the job is so much more than 9:15 to 3:45.  I know we get part of June and all of July off (which is one of the best parts of the job :0)), but teachers average more than 60 hours a week when school is in session.  Although we are only paid for 35 of those hours.  Yes, we are all thankful to be employed, but let's get real.  Your child's teacher deserves more than another Christmas coffee cup!  OK, that sounds bitter....I am going to bed.&lt;script src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=jenniferjeanmartin"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-5386880307758310119?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/5386880307758310119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=5386880307758310119' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/5386880307758310119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/5386880307758310119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2009/08/coming-sometime-in-near-future.html' title='Coming Sometime in the Near Future.....'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-1393157512073669382</id><published>2009-07-07T20:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:59:43.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Macy's Summer Update</title><content type='html'>I am so excited to be blogging before 10 o'clock!  So far this summer, the best gaurantee for an early bedtime is an afternoon spent at the pool.  Macy went to bed at 6:30 tonight!  Now I may not be so excited if she wakes up in the middle of the night ready to start her day!  Macy has spent her summer smiling!  She is the happiest baby I have ever seen.  Although she has become a Momma's girl in the last three weeks.  She is not so happy if we are apart which doesn't bode well for a return to school.  But we'll worry about that when it gets here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SlP56SsAhNI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/CrrDr_DvgPE/s1600-h/P5210104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355899161717802194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SlP56SsAhNI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/CrrDr_DvgPE/s400/P5210104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SlP56B7aooI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/oRCPBuJhhOA/s1600-h/P5220108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355899157219025538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SlP56B7aooI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/oRCPBuJhhOA/s400/P5220108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parker loves to read as does Macy!  She loves to sink her teeth into a good book! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SlP55ucoJpI/AAAAAAAAA0I/0-K2iHjtXuk/s1600-h/P6020149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355899151989614226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SlP55ucoJpI/AAAAAAAAA0I/0-K2iHjtXuk/s400/P6020149.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is how Macy saw Grant's Farm!  Although truth be told, she was held most of the time.  But I had to put her down so I could get her picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SlP55VwA9pI/AAAAAAAAA0A/iuVAT-CZqmo/s1600-h/P5240121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355899145360045714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SlP55VwA9pI/AAAAAAAAA0A/iuVAT-CZqmo/s400/P5240121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Where is time going?  We got out Parker's learning home which Macy was happy to enjoy!  Having a big brother who shares is so nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SlP55Dip3cI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Z5PAPAVSvvQ/s1600-h/P6040152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355899140472167874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SlP55Dip3cI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Z5PAPAVSvvQ/s400/P6040152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Macy's favorite part of Ballwin Days was the fireworks.  She wasn't scared at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SlP4YnYTpfI/AAAAAAAAAzw/BlbpmZTUJM0/s1600-h/P6110187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355897483645134322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SlP4YnYTpfI/AAAAAAAAAzw/BlbpmZTUJM0/s400/P6110187.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SlP4YQeaEKI/AAAAAAAAAzo/tIANutg3wNI/s1600-h/P6110188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355897477496705186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SlP4YQeaEKI/AAAAAAAAAzo/tIANutg3wNI/s400/P6110188.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Macy enjoyed the baby section at the Magic House, but big brother was eager to move on to the slide where Mommy's arms enjoyed a quick break at the bottom of the slide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SlP4X2PBvuI/AAAAAAAAAzg/-_Nx0CpmfLo/s1600-h/P6140200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355897470452874978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SlP4X2PBvuI/AAAAAAAAAzg/-_Nx0CpmfLo/s400/P6140200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SlP4XvKjW8I/AAAAAAAAAzY/-BABBPdS1rA/s1600-h/P6140210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355897468555058114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SlP4XvKjW8I/AAAAAAAAAzY/-BABBPdS1rA/s400/P6140210.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandmaw, Grandad, Uncle JB, Bobbie, and Pa made it over for the fourth.  We had a great time!  You can see that Grandmaw and Bobbie made sure Macy had plenty to eat before the fireworks started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SlP4XLgteWI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ua8k1ZgDwYw/s1600-h/P6180233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355897458984319330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SlP4XLgteWI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ua8k1ZgDwYw/s400/P6180233.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-1393157512073669382?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/1393157512073669382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=1393157512073669382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/1393157512073669382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/1393157512073669382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2009/07/macys-summer-update.html' title='Macy&apos;s Summer Update'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SlP56SsAhNI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/CrrDr_DvgPE/s72-c/P5210104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-5233862197096699233</id><published>2009-07-06T22:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T23:12:05.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Parker's Summer Update</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness!  I can't believe it has taken me over a month to sit down and blog!  But to be honest, I would be in bed now if it weren't for some gentle nudges from Texas to update!  The first month of summer vacation has zoomed by!  There is so much to share that I have decided to break it down by child :).  Here is what has been happening from Parker's perspective:  He attended Books In Bloom for four weeks (missing three days due to a fever that would never end).  Rockwood School District offers this program for incoming kindergardeners.  It was good practice for both Parker and Mommy!  Here he is with his teacher, Ms. Sheriff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SlLGdtcrRUI/AAAAAAAAAzI/hIZcWY2cDkI/s1600-h/P5220111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355561120615318850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SlLGdtcrRUI/AAAAAAAAAzI/hIZcWY2cDkI/s400/P5220111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; June also found Parker getting his eyes checked for kindergarden and seeing the ENT.  Thankfully, he has great eyesight unlike his mom and dad.  The ENT requires another visit in September.  Have you noticed Parker talking like he is stuffed up?  Well, we didn't but the ENT did so we will be back in Sept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SlLGdRDQoqI/AAAAAAAAAzA/N7bjuAz_iFs/s1600-h/P5230114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355561112992522914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SlLGdRDQoqI/AAAAAAAAAzA/N7bjuAz_iFs/s400/P5230114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course, it wouldn't be summer vacation without a trip to Grant's Farm to feed the goats.  We have already been twice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SlLGc1oSIjI/AAAAAAAAAy4/Y_U3KT0gzfE/s1600-h/P5240117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355561105631617586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SlLGc1oSIjI/AAAAAAAAAy4/Y_U3KT0gzfE/s400/P5240117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We finally made it to Ballwin Days.  Although Parker enjoyed the rides alot, his favorite (besides the fireworks of course) was the fire demonstration.  They had two dorm rooms set up. One with a set of sprinklers and one without.  The fire was put out in less than 5 seconds with the sprinklers.  After 3 minutes, you can see what the other dorm room looked like. Scary, but Parker loved it!  He especially enjoyed watching the firefighters come to the rescue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SlLGcR57xOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/dCmj9tUHzTM/s1600-h/P6110160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355561096041972962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SlLGcR57xOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/dCmj9tUHzTM/s400/P6110160.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355561091601543602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SlLGcBXQMbI/AAAAAAAAAyo/uVALjQhzCVs/s400/P6110164.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SlLBu2XLGDI/AAAAAAAAAyg/by30_ptfdFQ/s1600-h/P6110157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355555917507794994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SlLBu2XLGDI/AAAAAAAAAyg/by30_ptfdFQ/s400/P6110157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SlLBuZXYK1I/AAAAAAAAAyY/Wu9SUF7_w5Q/s1600-h/P6110176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355555909724023634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SlLBuZXYK1I/AAAAAAAAAyY/Wu9SUF7_w5Q/s400/P6110176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We've also been to the Magic House.  My favorite part is now the roof top garden.  I wonder what plant this seed will become!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SlLBuHcDP0I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/Lf4zMT1zL1Q/s1600-h/P6140221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355555904911785794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SlLBuHcDP0I/AAAAAAAAAyQ/Lf4zMT1zL1Q/s400/P6140221.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parker enjoyed the bubble room too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SlLBtl4nHaI/AAAAAAAAAyI/ae10Of4obhk/s1600-h/P6140226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355555895904771490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SlLBtl4nHaI/AAAAAAAAAyI/ae10Of4obhk/s400/P6140226.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The last week of June found Parker counting down the days until Jillian returned.  Every morning he reminded me that she was with Nini in Iowa.  It was all I could do to keep him from being on her doorstep when she returned.  They were so busy playing with each other on the fourth that this was all I could snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SlLBtPHzTkI/AAAAAAAAAyA/9eUtaLpvdLQ/s1600-h/P6180230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355555889794469442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SlLBtPHzTkI/AAAAAAAAAyA/9eUtaLpvdLQ/s400/P6180230.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, you will see Macy's version of June tomorrow.  But with my recent track record, that isn't a promise. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-5233862197096699233?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/5233862197096699233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=5233862197096699233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/5233862197096699233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/5233862197096699233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2009/07/parkers-summer-update.html' title='Parker&apos;s Summer Update'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SlLGdtcrRUI/AAAAAAAAAzI/hIZcWY2cDkI/s72-c/P5220111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-6600869061898905381</id><published>2009-06-06T20:17:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:45:35.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SisdEs_idjI/AAAAAAAAAx4/8YENQ-ttfBs/s1600-h/P5040059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344397349439567410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SisdEs_idjI/AAAAAAAAAx4/8YENQ-ttfBs/s400/P5040059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting those monthly pictures is getting trickier...It only took about 12 tries! I can't believe that we are at the half-way point. Macy is officially a 100% &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Similac&lt;/span&gt; baby. Hurray for Macy and Mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SisdETn1YyI/AAAAAAAAAxw/9bYNA21ZA3I/s1600-h/P5040048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344397342629258018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SisdETn1YyI/AAAAAAAAAxw/9bYNA21ZA3I/s400/P5040048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our hiking friends inspired us to get out in nature (that alone took a lot of inspiration for me!). We headed to Powder Valley. We had never been there before and were surprised at all the cool things to see! Here is Macy at the nature center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SisdELaJGCI/AAAAAAAAAxo/klhB-XADc38/s1600-h/P5070062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344397340424345634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SisdELaJGCI/AAAAAAAAAxo/klhB-XADc38/s400/P5070062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SisdDxQq9sI/AAAAAAAAAxg/FbDEtc53-ro/s1600-h/P5070064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344397333405300418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SisdDxQq9sI/AAAAAAAAAxg/FbDEtc53-ro/s400/P5070064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parker admires the snapping turtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SisdDgDFRJI/AAAAAAAAAxY/Gd_2K3KOvBc/s1600-h/P5070067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344397328784901266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SisdDgDFRJI/AAAAAAAAAxY/Gd_2K3KOvBc/s400/P5070067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Part of a Missouri waterfront. What a catch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SisbLJYgYPI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/awr7J5cXYJc/s1600-h/P5070075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344395261116440818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SisbLJYgYPI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/awr7J5cXYJc/s400/P5070075.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We "hiked" two trails. Here is Parker flexing his muscles after our second hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SisbK1cQRLI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MbxUA9Xnk0g/s1600-h/P5100076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344395255763453106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SisbK1cQRLI/AAAAAAAAAxI/MbxUA9Xnk0g/s400/P5100076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom, Pa, and Bobbie came to stay with us for two weeks while I finished school. They did an awesome job taking care of Parker and Macy! They played a lot of games. Parker was thrilled to learn that Pa was the King of Cards. Never to miss an opportunity to win, Parker quickly changed to Pa's team when Pa had won at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Uno&lt;/span&gt;. The lucky streak continued much to Parker's delight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SisbKUVhemI/AAAAAAAAAxA/3ilAdtb5rpA/s1600-h/P5140077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344395246876850786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SisbKUVhemI/AAAAAAAAAxA/3ilAdtb5rpA/s400/P5140077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We heard about Thrive through Jen &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Reigjers&lt;/span&gt; and were glad to support a worthy cause -choose life! The sun came out at the end - here is Jen with Jennifer &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hackmann&lt;/span&gt; and her mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SisbKH3sngI/AAAAAAAAAw4/FANCmMh9NEE/s1600-h/P5140078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344395243530526210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SisbKH3sngI/AAAAAAAAAw4/FANCmMh9NEE/s400/P5140078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Bennett family was there with ACTS. Lucas ran and came in 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; for his age division!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SisbJ_s_JcI/AAAAAAAAAww/yN1KcXebIus/s1600-h/P5140081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344395241338119618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SisbJ_s_JcI/AAAAAAAAAww/yN1KcXebIus/s400/P5140081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Way to go Karl, Spencer, Parker, and Tony! What troopers - despite the rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SisZF3CsFqI/AAAAAAAAAwo/yFS7DtwE6hY/s1600-h/P5140088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344392971270493858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SisZF3CsFqI/AAAAAAAAAwo/yFS7DtwE6hY/s400/P5140088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the race/walk, there were activities for the kids as well as live music. Parker was amazed by the "balloon clown". Parker very generously shared with Macy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SisZFTNZtnI/AAAAAAAAAwg/29nPgiFBlFs/s1600-h/P5140091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344392961651750514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SisZFTNZtnI/AAAAAAAAAwg/29nPgiFBlFs/s400/P5140091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bobbie, Pa, and Mom met us at Crown Candy Kitchen after the walk. It was their first visit as well as Macy's! YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SisZFI6lWmI/AAAAAAAAAwY/6jvcSBfDmeU/s1600-h/P5140093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344392958888467042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SisZFI6lWmI/AAAAAAAAAwY/6jvcSBfDmeU/s400/P5140093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SisZENszzZI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/9tCG5fTAFS0/s1600-h/P5140092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344392942993001874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SisZENszzZI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/9tCG5fTAFS0/s400/P5140092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Macy took her first bath in the tub. She didn't mind but my back did so bath time is back to the sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SisZDwtS2xI/AAAAAAAAAwI/FT9ndhyq_68/s1600-h/P5170097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344392935210408722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SisZDwtS2xI/AAAAAAAAAwI/FT9ndhyq_68/s400/P5170097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am so happy to be starting summer vacation but that meant the Greats and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grandmaw&lt;/span&gt; left today. I am so grateful for all the memories they made! Parker rejoicing over his latest treat whether it was bubble gum or a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bakagon&lt;/span&gt; carrying case. Macy falling asleep listening to the classics, Mountain Dew, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Froggy&lt;/span&gt; Went A &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Courtin&lt;/span&gt;', or She'll Be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Comin&lt;/span&gt;' Around the Mountain sung by Bobbie and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grandmaw&lt;/span&gt;. If we heard it once, we heard it 100 times: Macy is absolutely perfect and Parker is 1 in a million. We couldn't agree more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-6600869061898905381?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/6600869061898905381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=6600869061898905381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/6600869061898905381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/6600869061898905381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2009/06/ch-ch-cha-changes.html' title='Good Times!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SisdEs_idjI/AAAAAAAAAx4/8YENQ-ttfBs/s72-c/P5040059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-5162310565024347398</id><published>2009-05-17T21:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:20:44.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish I could report that we had journeyed to some exotic beach, but that is not the case.  It is just that time of year.  If you're a teacher, you know what I mean.  But Macy is protesting this computer time as Parker and Tony are doing their "100 minutes" so this will have to be brief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/ShDCuW4Zi_I/AAAAAAAAAwA/55W4QAhlkEg/s1600-h/P4041344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336979660105944050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/ShDCuW4Zi_I/AAAAAAAAAwA/55W4QAhlkEg/s400/P4041344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have gotten to wish a lot of Parker's friends Happy Birthday lately.  We had lots of fun petting the animals atBenny' party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/ShDCuM4DdkI/AAAAAAAAAv4/ko0_VI9L0gk/s1600-h/P4091355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336979657420142146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/ShDCuM4DdkI/AAAAAAAAAv4/ko0_VI9L0gk/s400/P4091355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally, the graduate!  Parker had Pre-K graduation Friday night.  I have to admit that my mind fast forwarded 13 years....We were so glad that Grandmaw, Pa, and Bobbie were able to make the trip to witness the first of many "graduations'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/ShDCt4iur9I/AAAAAAAAAvw/X0jOESR2TeA/s1600-h/P4290040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336979651961991122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/ShDCt4iur9I/AAAAAAAAAvw/X0jOESR2TeA/s400/P4290040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We love you, Parker!&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/2512415062725184654-5162310565024347398?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/5162310565024347398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=5162310565024347398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/5162310565024347398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/5162310565024347398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wish-i-could-report-that-we-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/ShDCuW4Zi_I/AAAAAAAAAwA/55W4QAhlkEg/s72-c/P4041344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-2291227990541436420</id><published>2009-04-13T21:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:13:51.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday week comes to an end!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SeP10kJEZVI/AAAAAAAAAvo/cgXJ7_hgM5o/s1600-h/P3261315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324369467885774162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SeP10kJEZVI/AAAAAAAAAvo/cgXJ7_hgM5o/s400/P3261315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I grew up with the tradition that one day wasn't enough to celebrate your big day. I have great memories of being taken out to the restaurant of my choice with my parents and my brother, a dinner with our extended family, and some sort of get together with my friends.  What good times!  Parker has quickly caught on to this tradition.  Last weekend kicked it off birthday week.  The next highlight was getting to go to Baskin Robbins after Wed. night church.  We started this addiction last summer when we made frequent stops there on our way home on Wed. nights.  When school started, our stops ended.  Parker asks just about every Wed. night if we can go and our standard reply is not until school is out.  But birthday week was the exception- much to his delight.  The grand finale got under way with the arrival of his great-grandparents, grandparents, and uncle Thursday night.  On Saturday, Parker had a cosmic bowling birthday party which is why there are no pictures.  My camera wouldn't work in the dark and neon lights.  But all his friends seemed to enjoy it.  The funniest comment came from Benny:  "I thought bowling was only on Wii."  He opened his presents at home with much enthusiasm.  This was the first time he had gotten a significant amount of money for his birthday.  We had a John moment and talked with him about money management - save some, give some, and spend some.  He seemed to do well with this strategy.  Sunday night, after everyone had headed back to KC, Parker was riding his bike through the house (thanks Grandmaw and Grandad!) he told Tony he had a fantastic birthday.  Then he asked "How could we afford all this?" Tony replied that God had blessed us.  He must have taken our money management talk very seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SeP10QrnWxI/AAAAAAAAAvg/KaWu-EkNIPQ/s1600-h/P3271329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324369462661962514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SeP10QrnWxI/AAAAAAAAAvg/KaWu-EkNIPQ/s400/P3271329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easter Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SeP1zq67NgI/AAAAAAAAAvI/vnDuaFP91dI/s1600-h/P3271336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324369452525630978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SeP1zq67NgI/AAAAAAAAAvI/vnDuaFP91dI/s400/P3271336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parker had his own private Easter Egg hunt in the backyard despite the mud and cool temperatrue.  I am so ready for warm weather! &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/2512415062725184654-2291227990541436420?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/2291227990541436420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=2291227990541436420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/2291227990541436420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/2291227990541436420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2009/04/birthday-week-comes-to-end.html' title='Birthday week comes to an end!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SeP10kJEZVI/AAAAAAAAAvo/cgXJ7_hgM5o/s72-c/P3261315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-1368301580852690270</id><published>2009-04-05T17:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T18:14:30.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Parker!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/Sdk4aDDx8DI/AAAAAAAAAvA/xDY2CIYVFsY/s1600-h/P3191298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321346454863867954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/Sdk4aDDx8DI/AAAAAAAAAvA/xDY2CIYVFsY/s400/P3191298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OOPS!  I left off Tony's favorite picture from the Egg Hunt.  Tim Ezell from Fox 2 was the MC.  He is the nicest guy!  We thought Parker would be hard to wake up since he was out late Saturday night, but he woke up on his own at 7 asking "Can you believe I am five?".  He was excited to open a package from his Great Grandmother Peggy in Hot Springs, Arkansas.  She crocheted a beautiful blue and red blanket - just his size.  After opening it, he said that "I need to send her a thank you note!"  Then he accidently found Macy's hiding spot and was thrilled to see a real fishing pole.  Off to church we went armed with doughnuts for all his friends in Kids' Community.  After church, we ate with the Coles. They are sure to be our future in laws with the conversations Jillian and Parker have been having lately!  He opened a package from Grandmaw and Grandad - his first SpongeBob movie.  Thrilling to my big 5 year old!  Next we headed to the Magic House where we explored the new addition.  Parker was answering the phone in the Oval Office.  He asked us if Obama was calling him.  When it was time to go, we weren't sure who was more tired - us or the kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/Sdk328ch13I/AAAAAAAAAug/IFubAZuNMSs/s1600-h/P3201305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321345851793201010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/Sdk328ch13I/AAAAAAAAAug/IFubAZuNMSs/s400/P3201305.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/Sdk33mlHdBI/AAAAAAAAAuw/lQJki-CMA0s/s1600-h/P3201301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321345863103509522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/Sdk33mlHdBI/AAAAAAAAAuw/lQJki-CMA0s/s400/P3201301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/Sdk33Vab7XI/AAAAAAAAAuo/yaY6EyJSbCY/s1600-h/P3201304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321345858495311218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/Sdk33Vab7XI/AAAAAAAAAuo/yaY6EyJSbCY/s400/P3201304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Coles sent home a birthday cake for Parker which he wanted at Sponge Bob's intermission. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/Sdk32oYoCeI/AAAAAAAAAuY/w8i3LhdLPn0/s1600-h/P3201307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321345846408120802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/Sdk32oYoCeI/AAAAAAAAAuY/w8i3LhdLPn0/s400/P3201307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday, sweet boy!  We love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-1368301580852690270?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/1368301580852690270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=1368301580852690270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/1368301580852690270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/1368301580852690270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-parker.html' title='Happy Birthday Parker!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/Sdk4aDDx8DI/AAAAAAAAAvA/xDY2CIYVFsY/s72-c/P3191298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-898302578887454684</id><published>2009-04-05T17:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:48:00.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Egg Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SdkybIF88FI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/wSQg2Vef-xM/s1600-h/P3181281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321339876325257298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SdkybIF88FI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/wSQg2Vef-xM/s400/P3181281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went on an adult Easter Egg Hunt Friday night.  The Uebelein kids babysat for us - it was the first time we left Macy for an evening out!  Notice it only took 4 babysitters for me to do it.  They did a fantastic job!  Parker and Jillian were too busy playing to pose.  We had lots of fun!  We would play again next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/Sdkya3HaD8I/AAAAAAAAAuI/HCFP6UzcVtI/s1600-h/P3191289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321339871767957442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/Sdkya3HaD8I/AAAAAAAAAuI/HCFP6UzcVtI/s400/P3191289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saturday morning found us at Tilles Park for McKnight's Easter Egg Hunt.  Macy didn't hunt but she did dress for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SdkxsXoKzEI/AAAAAAAAAuA/ruZLz-70Ma8/s1600-h/P3191282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321339073041452098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SdkxsXoKzEI/AAAAAAAAAuA/ruZLz-70Ma8/s400/P3191282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parker's ready to hunt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SdkxsNcVw4I/AAAAAAAAAtw/M1GpEW51Zuw/s1600-h/P3191285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321339070307484546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SdkxsNcVw4I/AAAAAAAAAtw/M1GpEW51Zuw/s400/P3191285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SdkxrhJIYKI/AAAAAAAAAto/5lvvubp-3VY/s1600-h/P3191297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321339058415755426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SdkxrhJIYKI/AAAAAAAAAto/5lvvubp-3VY/s400/P3191297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Face painting fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SdkxqwivRFI/AAAAAAAAAtg/nzeyogmmXRc/s1600-h/P3191287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321339045369824338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SdkxqwivRFI/AAAAAAAAAtg/nzeyogmmXRc/s400/P3191287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parker and Macy with the Easter Bunny&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-898302578887454684?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/898302578887454684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=898302578887454684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/898302578887454684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/898302578887454684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-egg-hunt.html' title='Easter Egg Hunt'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SdkybIF88FI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/wSQg2Vef-xM/s72-c/P3181281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-850285675728644351</id><published>2009-04-04T14:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T14:37:02.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break Highlights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/Sde2RfKWBdI/AAAAAAAAAtY/RuAogOh5hVc/s1600-h/P3121279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320921896300447186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/Sde2RfKWBdI/AAAAAAAAAtY/RuAogOh5hVc/s400/P3121279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got to wish Grace a happy birthday at Monkey Jones on the last Saturday of Spring Break.  It is hard to believe our babies are turning 5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SdezK2ETzhI/AAAAAAAAAtI/QpUWOBmRACs/s1600-h/P3111268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320918483655183890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SdezK2ETzhI/AAAAAAAAAtI/QpUWOBmRACs/s400/P3111268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In honor of Lauran's birthday, Nurse Vicki finds us a NICU family that needs a little help. This year we were blessed to bring gifts for Arrion. He is a twin whose brother already had gone home. Arrion was still there learning how to eat after having had surgeries to fix some internal organs that were in the wrong place. Isn't medicine amazing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Macy had a great 4 month check up! She weighed in at 15 lbs., 7 oz. and 25 1/2 inches. She also started eating cereal for dinner. Here are pictures of her first attempt! Parker was an excellent supervisor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SdezKWhSVlI/AAAAAAAAAs4/rBgipTzOy5g/s1600-h/P3111273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320918475186787922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SdezKWhSVlI/AAAAAAAAAs4/rBgipTzOy5g/s400/P3111273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This expression made us laugh! "What am I suppose to do with this exactly?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SdezKAg6tzI/AAAAAAAAAsw/gNt7MHfCbyY/s1600-h/P3111277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320918469279659826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SdezKAg6tzI/AAAAAAAAAsw/gNt7MHfCbyY/s400/P3111277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She also had enough upperbody strength to play in her exersaucer. She is checking it all out. This weekend has been a lot of fun so far, but I'll have to post more tomorrow. Macy is keeping us on schedule - it is time to eat! :)&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-850285675728644351?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/850285675728644351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=850285675728644351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/850285675728644351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/850285675728644351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-break-highlights.html' title='Spring Break Highlights'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/Sde2RfKWBdI/AAAAAAAAAtY/RuAogOh5hVc/s72-c/P3121279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-2518592926023944712</id><published>2009-03-23T17:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T17:41:18.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching my breath!</title><content type='html'>I thought I was busy on my maternity leave, but now I am &lt;strong&gt;BUSY&lt;/strong&gt;!  Between school and home, I don't know if I am coming or going.  Thank goodness we are on Spring Break this week!  I am hoping to see the bottom of my laundry basket and everything back in its place.  I am livin' large this spring break! :) Considering it is starting with both kiddos running fevers, we'll see how much I actually get done.  Here's what has been happening the last three weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/ScgM843renI/AAAAAAAAAsY/zpeT0QG3BqM/s1600-h/P2281247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316513600308476530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/ScgM843renI/AAAAAAAAAsY/zpeT0QG3BqM/s400/P2281247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Macy modeling her first personalized outfit - thanks Amie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/ScgM9j3zWqI/AAAAAAAAAsg/E8SE5Iz_t-g/s1600-h/P2201228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316513611851717282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/ScgM9j3zWqI/AAAAAAAAAsg/E8SE5Iz_t-g/s400/P2201228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parker flying a kite for the first time.  Look out - his favorite thing to do was make his shark kite nose dive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/ScgL7uVSmvI/AAAAAAAAAsA/eaTY2q6MP_g/s1600-h/P2251231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316512480788388594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/ScgL7uVSmvI/AAAAAAAAAsA/eaTY2q6MP_g/s400/P2251231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parker invited Jillian over for a "slumber party".  We went to the Incredible Pizza Company where they reigned as skee ball champs!  Here they are with their prizes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/ScgL78mklOI/AAAAAAAAAsI/7WVIdW-c9Fw/s1600-h/P2251239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316512484618966242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/ScgL78mklOI/AAAAAAAAAsI/7WVIdW-c9Fw/s400/P2251239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/ScgL6Kvkf_I/AAAAAAAAArw/c1au_Kn7Jcg/s1600-h/P2261242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316512454055067634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/ScgL6Kvkf_I/AAAAAAAAArw/c1au_Kn7Jcg/s400/P2261242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Macy finally was awake in time to go to Sunday School class.  Mrs. Amber is now assisting Mrs. Mary Anne in the cradle roll class.  We appreciate both of these ladies so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/ScgJlew_PWI/AAAAAAAAAro/b5WcYYbdJdc/s1600-h/P2261244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316509899629215074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/ScgJlew_PWI/AAAAAAAAAro/b5WcYYbdJdc/s400/P2261244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy St. Patrick's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/ScgJkbxxRsI/AAAAAAAAArY/l0n5abQqy-g/s1600-h/P3011250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316509881647318722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/ScgJkbxxRsI/AAAAAAAAArY/l0n5abQqy-g/s400/P3011250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandmaw and Uncle JB came over for the tail end of her Spring Break and the beginning of mine.  They were able to attend McKnight's trivia night for the first time.  They had a lot of fun even though they protested the Cheers question. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/ScgJjrOF68I/AAAAAAAAArQ/ByPzdcZybVc/s1600-h/P3041253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316509868612774850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/ScgJjrOF68I/AAAAAAAAArQ/ByPzdcZybVc/s400/P3041253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/ScgJi6ioyrI/AAAAAAAAArI/sH0th4SJZk8/s1600-h/P3041258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316509855545608882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/ScgJi6ioyrI/AAAAAAAAArI/sH0th4SJZk8/s400/P3041258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The big news today is that Macy rolled over on her own - twice!  Thank goodness I was home to witness it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-2518592926023944712?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/2518592926023944712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=2518592926023944712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/2518592926023944712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/2518592926023944712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2009/03/catching-my-breath.html' title='Catching my breath!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/ScgM843renI/AAAAAAAAAsY/zpeT0QG3BqM/s72-c/P2281247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-4502073365793910268</id><published>2009-03-04T22:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:00:21.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'>7 years</title><content type='html'>  I hesitated to blog about today for several reasons.  I don't want to be perceived as dramatic, attention getting, or in need of pity.  But here I am.  I decided to go ahead and share today because I wouldn't hesitate to write about Parker or Macy.  Our firstborn, Lauran, would be celebrating her 7th birthday today.  The pain doesn't go away, but it does soften.  Tony or I can't picture what she would look like today.  She will always be in a NICU crib in our minds.  Seven years ago, my faith changed.  We sing in church that our God is real.  I believed it before Lauran, but now I know to the very core of my being that it is so.  God revealed so many truths to us.  I am going to try to narrow it down to 7.&lt;br /&gt;1) God gives you exactly what you need at exactly the right time.  Whether it was visits from our McKnight family, cards, hugs, phone calls from home, God used people to hold us up when we were weak.  I know God sent John Haynes to us a few minutes after Lauran's heart had stopped.  He was just stopping by on his way home to check in when he found Tony and I crying uncontrollably in the waiting room.  He prayed and sat with us until the doctors came to get us and let us know that Lauran had been revived.&lt;br /&gt;2)  Being a parent is never about what your children give you, but about what you can give them.  When Lauran had to be paralyzed so she wouldn't fight the vent, Dr. Rosenbalm was concerned about how Lauran wouldn't be able to react when we were there.  She had been alert when we stood by her crib and her stats would peak when we arrived.  But that would go away with the drugs.  True love doesn't need a response.  It is just there.&lt;br /&gt;3)  Make each moment count.  We aren't gauranteed to watch our children grow, play sports, date, graduate, get married, or have children of their own.  All we have is today.&lt;br /&gt;4)  Look for angels.  I was riding in the elevator to go home after Lauran had fallen asleep.  Tony was still working for Lowe's and had to work the late shift.  Lauran was famous for being a night owl in the NICU.  I was barely able to keep my eyes open when an older lady got on the elevator.  She walked right up to me and started singing "How Great Thou Art".  She sang while we rode the elevator down to the lobby.  As I got off, her exact words were "Don't be discouraged.  God is with you."   I look back at that moment and think any other time in my life, and I would have worried about that lady's sanity.  Who gets on an elevator and starts singing to a complete stranger?  Angels do.&lt;br /&gt;5) I choose my attitude.  Being part of a couple of grief studies for Children's Hospital, we met parents who had lost their baby to their teenage son.  Some had lost their child many years ago.  Some were still so angry and bitter.  We wanted nothing more than for Lauran to live.  Since she can't, we will.  Choose happiness.&lt;br /&gt;6)  Make a difference.  Lauran only lived for 53 days.  In those 53 days, her life made a difference.  We have been blessed to stay in contact with the nurses and doctors who cared for her.  When Macy was born, Dr. Rosenbalm was there as she had been for Parker.  She stopped by a few days later and shared that she had just been talking about Lauran to another NICU family who was getting ready to let their baby go.  She shared how our prayers had changed from healing to just one more day.  Sometimes, that is all that matters is one more moment with the person you love.  We are so grateful that Lauran's life can still make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;7) Although I saw more children as impossible, God makes it possible.  After Lauran died, I couldn't even picture having another baby, much less two.  I had made up my mind that Tony and I would be those couples that do all the things couples with children can't - lots of evenings out, see the world, pursue new hobbies, etc.  I would spend my life loving other people's children in my classroom.  What a blessing that God can see what I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for letting me share.  I know that somewhere in heaven, there was a birthday party today.&lt;/A&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-4502073365793910268?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/4502073365793910268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=4502073365793910268' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/4502073365793910268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/4502073365793910268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2009/03/7-years.html' title='7 years'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-170338585798247709</id><published>2009-03-02T20:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:31:40.102-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I owe, I owe, off to work I go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SayUnCdoGPI/AAAAAAAAArA/87LbAjbhdvU/s1600-h/P2021213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308781459159914738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SayUnCdoGPI/AAAAAAAAArA/87LbAjbhdvU/s400/P2021213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was my first day back to work on Thursday, Feb. 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SayUmgMPtRI/AAAAAAAAAq4/WUd4rGaasO0/s1600-h/P2031214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308781449960207634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SayUmgMPtRI/AAAAAAAAAq4/WUd4rGaasO0/s400/P2031214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Carol, Cassie (her daughter), and Jenna ( a kindergardener who catches the bus with Carol's older kids and spends the afternoon with them) welcoming Macy on her first day.  So far so good...Carol is really excited that she hasn't had to change a stinky diaper yet.  Macy saves them all for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SayUmcsj7hI/AAAAAAAAAqw/qOrLYa4tleE/s1600-h/P2041215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308781449022008850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SayUmcsj7hI/AAAAAAAAAqw/qOrLYa4tleE/s400/P2041215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SayUl5GPWxI/AAAAAAAAAqo/lX7Bg2MJ0Ic/s1600-h/P2041220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308781439466035986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SayUl5GPWxI/AAAAAAAAAqo/lX7Bg2MJ0Ic/s400/P2041220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Time is flying by!  Their time as babies seems so short.  She is already trying to pull herself up into a sitting position.  She looks likes she is doing baby crunches.  The next picture is from this morning.  Macy wants 5 more minutes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SayUllz-eEI/AAAAAAAAAqg/-2OmSCAyMYQ/s1600-h/P2131221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308781434289158210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SayUllz-eEI/AAAAAAAAAqg/-2OmSCAyMYQ/s400/P2131221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-170338585798247709?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/170338585798247709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=170338585798247709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/170338585798247709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/170338585798247709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-owe-i-owe-off-to-work-i-go.html' title='I owe, I owe, off to work I go!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SayUnCdoGPI/AAAAAAAAArA/87LbAjbhdvU/s72-c/P2021213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-2722851783592537043</id><published>2009-02-20T19:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T20:02:24.341-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Things Friday #5</title><content type='html'>Today is my birthday so please forgive me if I sound self-centered in my gratitude list this week:&lt;br /&gt;1) I am healthy.&lt;br /&gt;2) My parents taught me that happiness isn't something to be found or bought - you just are.&lt;br /&gt;3) I am married to someone who gets me.&lt;br /&gt;4) I have the privilege of being Lauran's, Parker's, and Macy's mommy.&lt;br /&gt;5) I get to go to a job that that although may be frustrating at times, I truly enjoy. (Even though I am writing my gratitude list at school on my birthday at 8:00 at night and will probably leave with the night custodians :0).  I can still say that and mean it.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-2722851783592537043?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/2722851783592537043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=2722851783592537043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/2722851783592537043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/2722851783592537043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2009/02/five-things-friday-5.html' title='Five Things Friday #5'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-4520343352981357350</id><published>2009-02-19T21:11:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T22:59:45.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SZ4zpKYHjzI/AAAAAAAAAqI/BQlgTrd0zDs/s1600-h/P1291184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304734193342189362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SZ4zpKYHjzI/AAAAAAAAAqI/BQlgTrd0zDs/s400/P1291184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cupid visited us with treats for Parker and Macy. Macy is showing both of her treats and Parker is showing off one of his. He was quick to take inventory of who got what - the sibling rivalry begins! :&gt;)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SZ4zpOMHkRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/j-_RRE0z6i8/s1600-h/P1291186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304734194365600018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SZ4zpOMHkRI/AAAAAAAAAqA/j-_RRE0z6i8/s400/P1291186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SZ4zowbP-HI/AAAAAAAAAp4/wL_93aRCQsY/s1600-h/P1291196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304734186376001650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SZ4zowbP-HI/AAAAAAAAAp4/wL_93aRCQsY/s400/P1291196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The greats and the grands were here to celebrate with us. Tony took care of the menu and I planned the activities for the night. Tony outdid himself with his beef tenderloin! Yummy! I planned a craft which everyone humored me and made their chocolate necklaces. You can see Parker modeling his.  Don't worry Dad - I didn't post your tacky picture but is going in the scrapbook! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SZ4vSKaXXDI/AAAAAAAAApI/ElolQSvtmjk/s1600-h/P1291192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304729400168111154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SZ4vSKaXXDI/AAAAAAAAApI/ElolQSvtmjk/s400/P1291192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Macy had to change in her Valentine jammies for the rest of the festivities. Next, we played The Newlywed Game. My brother was the game show host. He was so hilarious with his professional game show voice. Look out Pat Sajak! 112 years of marriage was represented! I am proud to say that Tony and I won. My mom pointed out that our memories were the freshest since we had been married the least with 12 years. We finished the evening with Parker's current favorite game, Uno. We all agreed we couldn't have gone out and had a better time. Sometimes the best memories are homemade. :0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SZ4vR_9s3ZI/AAAAAAAAApA/TpZxqx1-IyU/s1600-h/P1291175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304729397363531154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SZ4vR_9s3ZI/AAAAAAAAApA/TpZxqx1-IyU/s400/P1291175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SZ4h2UNmtGI/AAAAAAAAAoY/rYCdrT71_PU/s1600-h/P1291197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304714628111447138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SZ4h2UNmtGI/AAAAAAAAAoY/rYCdrT71_PU/s400/P1291197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Sunday, we celebrated Pa's 83rd birthday and my 35th. I have only missed celebrating my birthday with Pa two times in my life (both times were while we were living in Texas). Pa blesses my life so much. He is the easiest person to be with. I love listening to his stories about growing up on the family farm in Muleshoe, TX and serving in WWII. He is also the wisest man I know. When we were playing the Newlywed Game, one of the questions was "What habit does your spouse have that gets on your nerves the most?" Pa answered "Nothing." Happy Birthday Pa - here's to 83 more! I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-4520343352981357350?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/4520343352981357350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=4520343352981357350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/4520343352981357350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/4520343352981357350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-weekend.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Weekend'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SZ4zpKYHjzI/AAAAAAAAAqI/BQlgTrd0zDs/s72-c/P1291184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-2936924001107588173</id><published>2009-02-13T13:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T13:11:33.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Things Friday #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SZXDy8GzSdI/AAAAAAAAAoI/8IhL6IvbvwM/s1600-h/P1251174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302359416194157010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SZXDy8GzSdI/AAAAAAAAAoI/8IhL6IvbvwM/s400/P1251174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1) A daiper change can turn into a photo opp!&lt;br /&gt;2) Carol Peterson, who took care of Parker, finishes chemo on Wednesday after a year and a half of chemo and radiation treatment for breast cancer.&lt;br /&gt;3) Two cases of formula delivered to our door - thank you!!!! (I'm still nursing, but we cluster feed before she goes down so she eats 2 oz. of formula at midnight so we can finally go to sleep at one!  But hey she sleeps for 7 hours!)&lt;br /&gt;4) Tony was sick this week with a bad head and chest cold (that is not what I am thankful for!) But that his sick germs have not spread to anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;5) A taste of spring on Tuesday with 70 degree weather&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-2936924001107588173?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/2936924001107588173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=2936924001107588173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/2936924001107588173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/2936924001107588173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2009/02/five-things-friday-4.html' title='Five Things Friday #4'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SZXDy8GzSdI/AAAAAAAAAoI/8IhL6IvbvwM/s72-c/P1251174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-7460814855809146553</id><published>2009-02-09T14:21:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T15:28:13.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>We spent Saturday enjoying our friends.  We had Mr. John's famous pancakes which Parker wanted to know the secret recipe!  Parker had a great time sharing his Batman toys with Darren and Stacey.  Then we were at Bounce U celebrating Sophia's birthday, a friend from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-K.  Parker loves doing the fun ball blaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SZCaU0C2s4I/AAAAAAAAAoA/PC1ONseXdn0/s1600-h/P1221125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300906443773752194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SZCaU0C2s4I/AAAAAAAAAoA/PC1ONseXdn0/s400/P1221125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then Sunday evening, we found out what it would be like to have five children.  Jillian, Benny, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Everlie&lt;/span&gt; came over so their parents could go to their small group's Valentine party.  We had so much fun!  Tony and I laughed so much!  Jillian is a natural born nurturer.  She kept her eye  on all three of her charges.  Benny played trains with Parker.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Everlie&lt;/span&gt; found a plastic Easter egg to fill and spill which she thought was an hilarious game.  Macy decided the best way to cope with all the excitement was to sleep!  We also thought it would be fun to decorate sugar cookies.  The kids had fun sprinkling the sugar cookies as well as the rest of the dining room.  The fun was well worth the mess!  Come over anytime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SZCaU8aycBI/AAAAAAAAAn4/O-w0O60SBB8/s1600-h/P1231141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300906446021619730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SZCaU8aycBI/AAAAAAAAAn4/O-w0O60SBB8/s400/P1231141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SZCZnEp-7WI/AAAAAAAAAno/FCoXqAuCVVU/s1600-h/P1231151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300905657958853986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SZCZnEp-7WI/AAAAAAAAAno/FCoXqAuCVVU/s400/P1231151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SZCV7CQygoI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/AbpkPpNpeT4/s1600-h/P1231154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300901602867184258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SZCV7CQygoI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/AbpkPpNpeT4/s400/P1231154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Macy in her (Jillian's) Sunday best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SZCV6ZBc9YI/AAAAAAAAAm4/w79vC0NKBeI/s1600-h/P1231138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300901591797003650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SZCV6ZBc9YI/AAAAAAAAAm4/w79vC0NKBeI/s400/P1231138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A couple of weeks ago, we were able to celebrate Spencer's fifth birthday!  We had a great time!  Thanks for inviting Parker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SZCT5YOdSDI/AAAAAAAAAmI/zWlFmsrOazE/s1600-h/P1081093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300899375379990578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SZCT5YOdSDI/AAAAAAAAAmI/zWlFmsrOazE/s400/P1081093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SZCT8eIUh3I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/bRVJidnFQNY/s1600-h/P1081089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300899428504471410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SZCT8eIUh3I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/bRVJidnFQNY/s400/P1081089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The birthday boy - I mean Batman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SZCSJSF93uI/AAAAAAAAAmA/pTSJvBoBWS8/s1600-h/P1081091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300897449588416226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SZCSJSF93uI/AAAAAAAAAmA/pTSJvBoBWS8/s400/P1081091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Batgirl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SZCSJESiU4I/AAAAAAAAAl4/DtkiGMOpDmo/s1600-h/P1081092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300897445883040642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SZCSJESiU4I/AAAAAAAAAl4/DtkiGMOpDmo/s400/P1081092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Batgirl&lt;/span&gt; Lucy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SZCSIgDo7PI/AAAAAAAAAlo/gNVtWuVug4U/s1600-h/P1081096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300897436156882162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SZCSIgDo7PI/AAAAAAAAAlo/gNVtWuVug4U/s400/P1081096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Violet was born a couple of months before Macy.  She is modeling her mommy's scarf.  Isn't she a cutie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SZCSIT_UESI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Y2iQ-s5JzDc/s1600-h/P1081087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300897432917512482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SZCSIT_UESI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Y2iQ-s5JzDc/s400/P1081087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Macy wore her first pair of jeans to Spencer's party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I missed five things Friday so here it is a little late:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1)  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Archiver's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2) Tony never giving me grief about girls' night out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3) My sweet friends, Amie, Marcia, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt;, who always give me a different perspective.  OK, so the night nurse doesn't sound so bad! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4)  a clean house which has been hard to come by lately&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5) time with Macy and Parker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-7460814855809146553?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/7460814855809146553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=7460814855809146553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/7460814855809146553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/7460814855809146553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2009/02/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SZCaU0C2s4I/AAAAAAAAAoA/PC1ONseXdn0/s72-c/P1221125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-4163298673881250087</id><published>2009-01-30T19:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:41:44.175-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Things Friday #2!</title><content type='html'>1) Snow!&lt;br /&gt;2) Legally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Blonde&lt;/span&gt; at the Fox (thanks to a very generous and unselfish friend!)&lt;br /&gt;3) Talking to my Austin friend, Jenny King.  We started our teaching careers together and I miss her being around the corner so much!&lt;br /&gt;4) Macy and I went to my school today to get ready for the Math Bee and say hello to everyone.  I work with a wonderful group of women!&lt;br /&gt;5)  Tony &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; his day by praying over Parker.  &lt;/A&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-4163298673881250087?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/4163298673881250087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=4163298673881250087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/4163298673881250087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/4163298673881250087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2009/01/five-things-friday-2.html' title='Five Things Friday #2!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-5721866517754268791</id><published>2009-01-27T17:19:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:02:35.231-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SX-eWo7ARdI/AAAAAAAAAlY/r4RSZOkk_X8/s1600-h/P1111097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296125798590203346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SX-eWo7ARdI/AAAAAAAAAlY/r4RSZOkk_X8/s400/P1111097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bad weather wasn't going to keep Parker from going to Pre-K since he is Star of the Week this week.  Parker had very definite ideas about his poster.  He wanted to do it just like all the other boys, but I wanted a more polished presentation.  So we compromised.  Since it was just Macy and I today, we had some spa time.  Macy loves her bath!  It is the only thing that she will happily wake up for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SX-d1AnQ1_I/AAAAAAAAAlI/DpjM9tlWR9c/s1600-h/P1111098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296125220834301938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SX-d1AnQ1_I/AAAAAAAAAlI/DpjM9tlWR9c/s400/P1111098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SX-d1H8c8vI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/FBF0MQJMsaU/s1600-h/P1111097.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SX-dSLiQRtI/AAAAAAAAAlA/4Ry3DtiM6Cs/s1600-h/P1111101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296124622470661842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SX-dSLiQRtI/AAAAAAAAAlA/4Ry3DtiM6Cs/s400/P1111101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She was a happy spa girl until it came time to massage lotion on her back.  She was still upset about when she got dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SX-dRxCUZNI/AAAAAAAAAk4/_MVuyGRXrRs/s1600-h/P1111102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296124615357392082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SX-dRxCUZNI/AAAAAAAAAk4/_MVuyGRXrRs/s400/P1111102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tony, Parker, and I love snow!!!  I couldn't wait for the boys to get home so we could have a little fun!  Plus, I wanted a picture of Macy in Jillian's Strasburg snowsuit (Thanks for sharing, Christy!).  Macy wasn't too impressed with the snow - she slept right through it all.  We took a quick picture before the boys went around the block and we headed back inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SX-dRkd3dVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/3RZg1vpnjC8/s1600-h/P1111104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296124611983275346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SX-dRkd3dVI/AAAAAAAAAkw/3RZg1vpnjC8/s400/P1111104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is how Macy likes to spend her snow day - sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SX-dRp43RGI/AAAAAAAAAko/RYJjQpg6M6c/s1600-h/P1111109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296124613438686306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SX-dRp43RGI/AAAAAAAAAko/RYJjQpg6M6c/s400/P1111109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SX-dRNvflBI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Ah8aaEQKsmk/s1600-h/P1111110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296124605883192338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SX-dRNvflBI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Ah8aaEQKsmk/s400/P1111110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-5721866517754268791?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/5721866517754268791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=5721866517754268791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/5721866517754268791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/5721866517754268791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-day.html' title='What A Day!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SX-eWo7ARdI/AAAAAAAAAlY/r4RSZOkk_X8/s72-c/P1111097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-1706577556255933947</id><published>2009-01-23T11:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T11:30:14.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Things Friday!</title><content type='html'>I'm borrowing an idea I saw on Martha West's blog.  Here are the five things I am grateful for this week:&lt;br /&gt;1) Macy had a great 2 month checkup - she is healthy at 12 lbs, 10 oz. and 23 inches.&lt;br /&gt;2) Red box - Since Macy has been keeping us up, Tony and I have been enjoying movie nights together after Parker goes to bed.&lt;br /&gt;3) Parker has been randomly telling me "Mommy?" "Yes?" "I love you."&lt;br /&gt;4) On Saturday, my parents celebrate their 39th anniversary.  Wow!&lt;br /&gt;5) Friends who change their dinner plans to dine with us at CiCis before Wed. night church.  I hate to suffer alone! :)&lt;/A&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-1706577556255933947?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/1706577556255933947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=1706577556255933947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/1706577556255933947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/1706577556255933947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2009/01/five-things-friday.html' title='Five Things Friday!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-4463975265746471872</id><published>2009-01-20T22:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:33:29.019-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Historic Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SXaiudvr-NI/AAAAAAAAAis/v-2W3KK7ui8/s1600-h/P1041085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293597331162921170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SXaiudvr-NI/AAAAAAAAAis/v-2W3KK7ui8/s400/P1041085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SXaiuG0VTiI/AAAAAAAAAik/-Ej8NBdM36M/s1600-h/P1041082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293597325008391714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SXaiuG0VTiI/AAAAAAAAAik/-Ej8NBdM36M/s400/P1041082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SXait7Wik9I/AAAAAAAAAic/ZFpI3KIFuJE/s1600-h/P1041077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293597321930642386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SXait7Wik9I/AAAAAAAAAic/ZFpI3KIFuJE/s400/P1041077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While the rest of the country was celebrating the inauguration, we're celebrating that Macy is 2 months old!  She is growing up way too fast!  I also posted a picture of Parker so he would see what he looked like on inauguration day and because I went to a kindergarden meeting tonight!  It was very odd to be sitting on the parents' side.  On one of my late nights with Macy, we watched Momma Mia.  I have to admit I teared up when Meryl sang "Slipping through my fingers all the time."  I want to freeze frame each day with them because I know soon it will be Tony and I sitting around the house wondering what to do with ourselves (although I am already working on a mental list). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't end this blog without commenting on the peaceful transition of power that the world witnessed today.  I also have to admit that I teared up watching the Bushes leave the White House.  Republican or Democract, they are owed are thanks for their years of service and sacrifice to our country.  Watching the events today, I was moved by the outpouring of the love and support shown for the Obamas.  I was also a bit sad that as a nation we don't show every president, regardless of political convictions, that same support.  We should be patriotic regardless of who holds the office.  We may not live in a perfect country, but we live in a great one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-4463975265746471872?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/4463975265746471872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=4463975265746471872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/4463975265746471872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/4463975265746471872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2009/01/historic-day.html' title='An Historic Day!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SXaiudvr-NI/AAAAAAAAAis/v-2W3KK7ui8/s72-c/P1041085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-5049483417010494110</id><published>2009-01-16T03:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T03:36:06.554-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Turn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SXBS0NsfZnI/AAAAAAAAAiU/MSc1y0CE3dI/s1600-h/PC301076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291820619143276146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SXBS0NsfZnI/AAAAAAAAAiU/MSc1y0CE3dI/s400/PC301076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SXBSz19ZKGI/AAAAAAAAAiM/N8-uNP7gCG4/s1600-h/PC301073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291820612771719266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SXBSz19ZKGI/AAAAAAAAAiM/N8-uNP7gCG4/s400/PC301073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SXBSzlWFbGI/AAAAAAAAAiE/_udegJlm_IE/s1600-h/PC301074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291820608311880802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SXBSzlWFbGI/AAAAAAAAAiE/_udegJlm_IE/s400/PC301074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's almost 3:30 in the morning and Macy is no where ready for bed.  This has been our story since Christmas.  She'll stay up until 4 or 5 and then be ready to call it a night, I mean day.  Tuesday, I decided to dedicate my day to keeping her awake.  I tried everything -tickling, rubbing a wet (but nicely warmed) washcloth on her face, singing (which my singing would wake up anyone so they could tell me to stop), and opening the blinds so the sunshine could remind her that it is time to be up!  Nothing phased her except for her bath.  But I can't keep her in the bath all day - she would turn into a raisin!  So please share your wisdom with me!  Tony and I are getting too old to pull all-nighters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-5049483417010494110?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/5049483417010494110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=5049483417010494110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/5049483417010494110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/5049483417010494110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-turn.html' title='My Turn'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SXBS0NsfZnI/AAAAAAAAAiU/MSc1y0CE3dI/s72-c/PC301076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-5453133236424675427</id><published>2009-01-13T12:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:47:23.028-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Cheese!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SWzhot2AfyI/AAAAAAAAAh8/oh_z4lB5HZc/s1600-h/PC271070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290851751870627618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SWzhot2AfyI/AAAAAAAAAh8/oh_z4lB5HZc/s400/PC271070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SWzhodMlXqI/AAAAAAAAAh0/SwvthYCBKJM/s1600-h/PC271072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290851747401916066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SWzhodMlXqI/AAAAAAAAAh0/SwvthYCBKJM/s400/PC271072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SWzhoGAVgPI/AAAAAAAAAhs/bc8wiryWFmc/s1600-h/PC271069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290851741176529138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SWzhoGAVgPI/AAAAAAAAAhs/bc8wiryWFmc/s400/PC271069.JPG" border="0" /&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/2512415062725184654-5453133236424675427?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/5453133236424675427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=5453133236424675427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/5453133236424675427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/5453133236424675427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2009/01/say-cheese.html' title='Say Cheese!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SWzhot2AfyI/AAAAAAAAAh8/oh_z4lB5HZc/s72-c/PC271070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-4851177007701416350</id><published>2009-01-08T19:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T19:38:20.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SWamwLHhr0I/AAAAAAAAAhk/WJHo0WNceJ0/s1600-h/PC081094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289098158941515586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SWamwLHhr0I/AAAAAAAAAhk/WJHo0WNceJ0/s400/PC081094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SWamvqgqkdI/AAAAAAAAAhc/JQBgc4z_WTs/s1600-h/PC061086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289098150188585426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SWamvqgqkdI/AAAAAAAAAhc/JQBgc4z_WTs/s400/PC061086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SWamvODmY4I/AAAAAAAAAhU/Y0ZLKesP6fI/s1600-h/PC041082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289098142550483842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SWamvODmY4I/AAAAAAAAAhU/Y0ZLKesP6fI/s400/PC041082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope everyone had a terrific Christmas and good start to 2009!  We had a special Chirstmas with Macy and Parker as well as my family from Kansas City.  Parker woke up at 2:30 in the morning estatic to see Santa had come. He hadn't fallen asleep until 12:30!  I told Tony that he had pumped him up a little too much - they had been checking Santa's progress on NORAD's website every few minutes.  Even though we were tired most of Christmas Day that is what memories are made of!&lt;br /&gt;Happy early birthday, Grandad!  The first picture is for you!&lt;br /&gt;Parker is still enjoying being a big brother!  Poor Dr. Polito could hardly get in a word with Parker providing all of Macy's vital information!  (The second picture) We are having to work though on appropriate distance.  He loves to get nose to nose with her to tell her how cute she is or ask if she had been missing him. I am hoping to rejoin the rest of the world next week if Uncle John says the RSV count is down! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/A&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-4851177007701416350?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/4851177007701416350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=4851177007701416350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/4851177007701416350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/4851177007701416350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SWamwLHhr0I/AAAAAAAAAhk/WJHo0WNceJ0/s72-c/PC081094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-7279273799856721833</id><published>2008-12-16T11:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T11:46:41.717-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Tony!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SUfnUy5ut4I/AAAAAAAAAg0/jHdesG9pSS4/s1600-h/PB271069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280443432562505602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SUfnUy5ut4I/AAAAAAAAAg0/jHdesG9pSS4/s400/PB271069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Breakfast with Santa sounded like a lot of fun!  Macy and I stayed home while Tony and Parker dined with Santa.  We noticed yesterday that Parker's ornaments for the animals were gone.  We weren't sure if it was enjoyed by the squirrels or the birds.  Then on Sunday, Tony turned 35!  We had a little celebration during our small group Christmas party.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SUfnTx6dw-I/AAAAAAAAAgs/sJ-7jjXaj8U/s1600-h/PB281070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280443415117284322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SUfnTx6dw-I/AAAAAAAAAgs/sJ-7jjXaj8U/s400/PB281070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SUfnTjwxmHI/AAAAAAAAAgk/svf7pQc2eug/s1600-h/PB281071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280443411318544498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SUfnTjwxmHI/AAAAAAAAAgk/svf7pQc2eug/s400/PB281071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parker comes from a long line of train lovers.  My dad's dad was a train engineer and my dad would meet him at the train crossing after school and hop on for the ride to the train yard.  Then of course Tony would love a train with Monopoly on it!  Parker has loved Thomas and all thing trains.  Last night, Tony set up his Monopoly train.  We spent the evening running the train.  We're not sure if Macy was impressed, but we all had a good time.  Maybe Grandad will bring his train to play with at Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SUfnTCm35BI/AAAAAAAAAgc/edTqjS699KQ/s1600-h/PB291073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280443402418643986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SUfnTCm35BI/AAAAAAAAAgc/edTqjS699KQ/s400/PB291073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-7279273799856721833?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/7279273799856721833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=7279273799856721833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/7279273799856721833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/7279273799856721833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-tony.html' title='Happy Birthday Tony!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SUfnUy5ut4I/AAAAAAAAAg0/jHdesG9pSS4/s72-c/PB271069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-8181263826311793175</id><published>2008-12-12T11:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T11:39:01.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun at HO HO HO HOME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SUKfzJ9KXDI/AAAAAAAAAgU/58Rwe394Tt8/s1600-h/PB251051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278957414426238002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SUKfzJ9KXDI/AAAAAAAAAgU/58Rwe394Tt8/s320/PB251051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I called the dr. today because Macy is still sleeping a lot which made me a little nervous since that wasn't my experience with Parker.  She reassured me that Macy was a happy, full baby.  Although Tony would argue that when it is his turn to sit up with her at night, she is wide awake.  Wednesday night, she was up from 1 to about 5.  I took over at 4.  I am happy to say that she slept well last night.  Tonight is suppose to be Tony's turn, but I am taking pity on him since he is getting up super early for Breakfast with Santa at our church.  Maybe our good night sleep run will continue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SUKfP5lLEVI/AAAAAAAAAf0/TBLOEPyStgI/s1600-h/PB241047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278956808735232338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SUKfP5lLEVI/AAAAAAAAAf0/TBLOEPyStgI/s320/PB241047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278956823090808930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SUKfQvDzyGI/AAAAAAAAAgE/iNc2M9suOUU/s320/PB241045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SUKfQZe9OUI/AAAAAAAAAf8/AS7RZo3ryXM/s1600-h/PB241046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278956817299093826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SUKfQZe9OUI/AAAAAAAAAf8/AS7RZo3ryXM/s320/PB241046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;We were very happy for Christy and Jillian to stop by for a visit.  Parker decided to save his PreK at home craft to do with Jilly.  They had a great time making their rice krispy Christmas houses.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Come back soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=jenniferjeanmartin" target="_top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;/A&lt;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-8181263826311793175?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/8181263826311793175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=8181263826311793175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/8181263826311793175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/8181263826311793175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2008/12/fun-at-ho-ho-ho-home.html' title='Fun at HO HO HO HOME'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SUKfzJ9KXDI/AAAAAAAAAgU/58Rwe394Tt8/s72-c/PB251051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-5090498877155630625</id><published>2008-12-04T14:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T15:13:35.132-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay at home mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SThEvRgvs7I/AAAAAAAAAfs/-mdCEmsEcuE/s1600-h/PB171040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276042542409823154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SThEvRgvs7I/AAAAAAAAAfs/-mdCEmsEcuE/s320/PB171040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Parker is going to Pre-K three days a week and doing what he calls "Pre-K at home" two days a week while I am on maternity leave.  We work on the letter of the week, bake together or do a craft project, play on Starfall (a great learning website for kindergardeners and first graders that my mom shared with us - thanks Mom!), and work on other kindergarden skills.  We are having so much fun!  As a teacher, I love how enthusiastic Parker is and how curious he is about everything.  By third grade, I don't see as much curiousity or enthusiasm.  Where does it go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SThEu-PsTuI/AAAAAAAAAfk/hj9fMARBNds/s1600-h/PB181042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276042537238023906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SThEu-PsTuI/AAAAAAAAAfk/hj9fMARBNds/s320/PB181042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Every day, I can't get over how beautiful she is (I'm not biased or anything!)!  She is just the opposite of Parker when he was a baby.  He would sleep for 20 minutes out of a three hour period where Macy is awake for 20 minutes instead.  She loves to cuddle.  Our nights have been fun too - Macy has a hard time understanding that she doesn't have to be held 24 hours a day.  Even if we are sleep deprived, I wouldn't trade this for anything.  It is so nice to be home with both my babies and not have to stay up late grading papers or dealing with a school to do list.  I am having a blast!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=jenniferjeanmartin" target="_top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;/A&lt;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-5090498877155630625?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/5090498877155630625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=5090498877155630625' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/5090498877155630625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/5090498877155630625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2008/12/stay-at-home-mom.html' title='Stay at home mom'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SThEvRgvs7I/AAAAAAAAAfs/-mdCEmsEcuE/s72-c/PB171040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-2484525451309979040</id><published>2008-11-27T19:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T20:38:05.667-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful to be home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SS9MGMbNpjI/AAAAAAAAAZA/pxaGbsrWDx0/s1600-h/PB111029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273517357972432434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SS9MGMbNpjI/AAAAAAAAAZA/pxaGbsrWDx0/s320/PB111029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is so good to be home!  Parker loves Macy (so far) and showers her with attention (awake or asleep). We're having a lot of conversations about baby care.  His perspective cracks us up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SS9MFxoCu1I/AAAAAAAAAY4/jNhZLallMcU/s1600-h/PB111025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273517350778485586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SS9MFxoCu1I/AAAAAAAAAY4/jNhZLallMcU/s320/PB111025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tony knows his turkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SS9MFMpJvYI/AAAAAAAAAYw/RhlUulR7XDs/s1600-h/PB111026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273517340851027330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SS9MFMpJvYI/AAAAAAAAAYw/RhlUulR7XDs/s320/PB111026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My grandparents, parents, and brother celebrated Thanksgiving with us.  We've appreciated all the extra hands - Macy hasn't been put down yet and Parker has had someone to play with. What will we do when everyone goes home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SS9ME2YK7lI/AAAAAAAAAYo/QcIRBBKfjQ0/s1600-h/PB111026.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-2484525451309979040?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/2484525451309979040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=2484525451309979040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/2484525451309979040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/2484525451309979040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2008/11/thankful-to-be-home.html' title='Thankful to be home!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SS9MGMbNpjI/AAAAAAAAAZA/pxaGbsrWDx0/s72-c/PB111029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-990139588181713472</id><published>2008-11-22T23:04:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T23:16:36.897-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing . . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SSjm8Mu_yAI/AAAAAAAAAYg/q4TfNGNv3oY/s1600-h/PB050994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271717285722048514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SSjm8Mu_yAI/AAAAAAAAAYg/q4TfNGNv3oY/s320/PB050994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SSjmnHPFzzI/AAAAAAAAAYY/dtaPI5NhMmY/s1600-h/PB040976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271716923468795698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SSjmnHPFzzI/AAAAAAAAAYY/dtaPI5NhMmY/s320/PB040976.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SSjmMPxQ8SI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/JKqE_CKPv6U/s1600-h/PB040974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271716461903147298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SSjmMPxQ8SI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/JKqE_CKPv6U/s320/PB040974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SSjl216tZiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Usd5M7HaGtc/s1600-h/PB040970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271716094186186274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SSjl216tZiI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Usd5M7HaGtc/s320/PB040970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SSjlhhoXlbI/AAAAAAAAAYA/XmMR7XRjH0k/s1600-h/PB040968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271715727963297202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SSjlhhoXlbI/AAAAAAAAAYA/XmMR7XRjH0k/s320/PB040968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Here they are, the first pictures of our sweet baby girl, Macy Jean. I know this blog will seem different than the rest, but Jennifer is still in the hospital so I am giving it a go! I hope you enjoy the pictures (especially the ones of her with her big brother).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=jenniferjeanmartin"&gt;&lt;/script&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/2512415062725184654-990139588181713472?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/990139588181713472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=990139588181713472' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/990139588181713472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/990139588181713472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2008/11/introducing.html' title='Introducing . . . . .'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SSjm8Mu_yAI/AAAAAAAAAYg/q4TfNGNv3oY/s72-c/PB050994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-8598823852460691368</id><published>2008-11-16T22:47:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:27:40.175-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sneak Peek!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SSD6eOuireI/AAAAAAAAAX4/z17UMGjrU8w/s1600-h/PA310950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269486961279806946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SSD6eOuireI/AAAAAAAAAX4/z17UMGjrU8w/s320/PA310950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SSD6d519X4I/AAAAAAAAAXw/eFgBVell-ZM/s1600-h/PA310949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269486955673771906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SSD6d519X4I/AAAAAAAAAXw/eFgBVell-ZM/s320/PA310949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parker wanted to be in the picture with his Sponge Bob band-aid. He told me to be sure to put it on the blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SSD6dfX1a9I/AAAAAAAAAXo/4NWzk6mc6Vk/s1600-h/PA310946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269486948568099794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SSD6dfX1a9I/AAAAAAAAAXo/4NWzk6mc6Vk/s320/PA310946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SSD6dOsTC9I/AAAAAAAAAXg/lVB2wsc8Vdw/s1600-h/PA310945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269486944090524626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SSD6dOsTC9I/AAAAAAAAAXg/lVB2wsc8Vdw/s320/PA310945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SSD6cv_VdyI/AAAAAAAAAXY/3-FNhooIvgs/s1600-h/PA310953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269486935848875810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SSD6cv_VdyI/AAAAAAAAAXY/3-FNhooIvgs/s320/PA310953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;In case you didn't know, we (Tony) managed to get the nursery done in about two weeks. All it took was for the doctor to say the baby had dropped! Marcia especially has been anxious to see his handiwork especially since we bounced around ideas of polka dots or stripes. But Tony being the wise man that he is, put the big pieces of the furniture in before he started. The nursery is the tiniest room in the house. After seeing just two big pieces of furniture, I was nervous that the stripes would make it look like a jail cell rather than nursery. Thanks to Amie for the initial idea and cheers for Tony for spending 3 hours getting it just right! Feel free to come by and see it in person!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;/A&lt;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-8598823852460691368?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/8598823852460691368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=8598823852460691368' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/8598823852460691368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/8598823852460691368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2008/11/sneak-peak.html' title='A Sneak Peek!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SSD6eOuireI/AAAAAAAAAX4/z17UMGjrU8w/s72-c/PA310950.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-3207830495400367798</id><published>2008-10-26T22:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:01:51.187-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Outstanding October Activities!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Parker's preschool hosted a family picnic complete with a fire engine, carnival games, and a hot dog dinner.  We weren't sure if it was a good sign that every teacher and assistant knew Parker by name.  But since they said hello to him with a smile on their face, we decided it was a good thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SQU34RYeqOI/AAAAAAAAAXA/4Js-pmH7baY/s1600-h/PA101246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261673179530569954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SQU34RYeqOI/AAAAAAAAAXA/4Js-pmH7baY/s320/PA101246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SQU357c17gI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/e_BE4bX4D2E/s1600-h/PA101243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261673208003030530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SQU357c17gI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/e_BE4bX4D2E/s320/PA101243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SQU35PltcqI/AAAAAAAAAXI/hLz3mYPqOA8/s1600-h/PA101245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261673196229063330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SQU35PltcqI/AAAAAAAAAXI/hLz3mYPqOA8/s320/PA101245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I enjoyed a good laugh as Tony prepared to chaperone his and Parker's first field trip.  Here is a picture of Tony's group.  You can tell he had everything under control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SQU2xsqjwLI/AAAAAAAAAW4/lWNB6Lk9hVI/s1600-h/PA231262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261671967083446450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SQU2xsqjwLI/AAAAAAAAAW4/lWNB6Lk9hVI/s320/PA231262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Snack time at the Pumpkin Patch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261671957579089138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SQU2xJQixPI/AAAAAAAAAWw/t9NFMbzCxPw/s320/PA231261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pumpkin Patch Adventures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SQU2w82XwHI/AAAAAAAAAWo/iR307OlAnYc/s1600-h/PA231260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261671954248089714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SQU2w82XwHI/AAAAAAAAAWo/iR307OlAnYc/s320/PA231260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SQU2wb_pjOI/AAAAAAAAAWg/xS9-2zLD1o4/s1600-h/PA231259.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261671945428634850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SQU2wb_pjOI/AAAAAAAAAWg/xS9-2zLD1o4/s320/PA231259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; It is becoming a tradition to celebrate John and Carol's birthdays two months after the fact.  Even though we're late, we still love getting to celebrate with them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SQU2wIXhFfI/AAAAAAAAAWY/zl8CdFF5UlY/s1600-h/PA181250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261671940160034290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SQU2wIXhFfI/AAAAAAAAAWY/zl8CdFF5UlY/s320/PA181250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Boo at the Zoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SQU1JvdbYmI/AAAAAAAAAV4/lugdgOiALEA/s1600-h/PA241265.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261670181127283298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SQU1JvdbYmI/AAAAAAAAAV4/lugdgOiALEA/s320/PA241265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Parker had to put on his new sunglasses - just what every hamburger needs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SQU1JQHycoI/AAAAAAAAAVw/nSeJxoC8KzQ/s1600-h/PA241264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261670172715020930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SQU1JQHycoI/AAAAAAAAAVw/nSeJxoC8KzQ/s320/PA241264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt; Hammin' it up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SQU1K3O83EI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/HYD3fmWcLv4/s1600-h/PA251270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261670200393915458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SQU1K3O83EI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/HYD3fmWcLv4/s320/PA251270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt; Parker was excited to meet up with his favorite princess, Jillian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SQU1KO8z_hI/AAAAAAAAAWI/rl9_g_yoGLE/s1600-h/PA241268.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261670189580418578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SQU1KO8z_hI/AAAAAAAAAWI/rl9_g_yoGLE/s320/PA241268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt; Parker was especially pleased with his new ear warmers.  Since it was a little chilly, they were a welcome treat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SQU1J3-MknI/AAAAAAAAAWA/roSsJ8ncktI/s1600-h/PA241266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261670183412208242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SQU1J3-MknI/AAAAAAAAAWA/roSsJ8ncktI/s320/PA241266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trunk or Treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SQUzcUGw3YI/AAAAAAAAAVo/IDVfih4qOL0/s1600-h/PA260930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261668301178723714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SQUzcUGw3YI/AAAAAAAAAVo/IDVfih4qOL0/s320/PA260930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fireman Jonah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SQUzbygKpcI/AAAAAAAAAVg/gylzjNpv1M4/s1600-h/PA260893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261668292158465474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SQUzbygKpcI/AAAAAAAAAVg/gylzjNpv1M4/s320/PA260893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Hamburger, Cinderella (Jillian), The Queen (Lucy), and Spiderman (Steven)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SQUzbASdlNI/AAAAAAAAAVY/wEihu76o4T0/s1600-h/PA260890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261668278679213266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SQUzbASdlNI/AAAAAAAAAVY/wEihu76o4T0/s320/PA260890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Parker loves Abby (the young lady in the back).  She helps her mom teach in Kids' Community on Sunday mornings.  Spiderman and Ariel also love Abby!  Did anyone see Gracie at Trunk or Treat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SQUzaSMmY5I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/lRvw6o8kqJA/s1600-h/PA260888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261668266306593682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SQUzaSMmY5I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/lRvw6o8kqJA/s320/PA260888.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The rootin' tootin cowboy is Wells!  He has stick 'em up down pat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SQUzZi5-DOI/AAAAAAAAAVI/MSQOIUAj7QQ/s1600-h/PA260887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261668253611986146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SQUzZi5-DOI/AAAAAAAAAVI/MSQOIUAj7QQ/s320/PA260887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lainie, the Pink Lady, and Tristan, Indian Jones with the Hamburger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I cannot believe October is almost over, but my body is saying "You better believe it!".  I have Parent/Teacher conferences this week so I keep telling myself that as soon as they're over, I will go into complete baby mode preparation.  A lot of friends and coworkers have shared that they don't think I am going to make it until November 20th.  As much as I would like to go early,  I need every day to get ready!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-3207830495400367798?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/3207830495400367798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=3207830495400367798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/3207830495400367798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/3207830495400367798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2008/10/outstanding-october-activities.html' title='Outstanding October Activities!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SQU34RYeqOI/AAAAAAAAAXA/4Js-pmH7baY/s72-c/PA101246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-7707036362541975117</id><published>2008-09-27T20:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T20:46:46.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;On my never ending list of things I would like to do but haven't taken the time to do it was pajama storytime at the library.  After being on the list for a year, we finally made it!  It helps that Tony is finally home at night to enjoy the fun with us.  Each month is a different theme.  September's was apples which was perfect since Parker had just finished an apple unit at Pre-K.  He was so excited to wear his Speed Racer pajamas to the library!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SN7eacVwHrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/F5JgUcBwePU/s1600-h/P9081198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250878761425968818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="227" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SN7eacVwHrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/F5JgUcBwePU/s320/P9081198.JPG" width="314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tony and Parker worked very hard to make their apple out of CDs.  Sometimes you find a worm in one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SN7eaexd2uI/AAAAAAAAAUo/0lcwAWXB4r0/s1600-h/P9081199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250878762079083234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SN7eaexd2uI/AAAAAAAAAUo/0lcwAWXB4r0/s320/P9081199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;We were excited the weather held for Well's 3rd birthday party!  Marcia outdid herself with a farm theme at Susson Park.  Unfortunately,our batteries were on the verge of going out so we didn't get to take as many pictures as we would like.  Regardless, I think if given the opportunity, Marcia would be the next HGTV star with all her clever decorating and party themed ideas!  The party was adorable and everyone had a great time!  Happy Birthday Wells and thanks for iniviting us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SN7eayI7-NI/AAAAAAAAAUw/CU8haaE6EBU/s1600-h/P9191201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250878767277799634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SN7eayI7-NI/AAAAAAAAAUw/CU8haaE6EBU/s320/P9191201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SN7ebOLBbTI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7cRahKVIVlE/s1600-h/P9191202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250878774802738482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SN7ebOLBbTI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7cRahKVIVlE/s320/P9191202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SN7ebfBgo5I/AAAAAAAAAVA/9bMvIsMq_yc/s1600-h/P9201207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250878779326243730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SN7ebfBgo5I/AAAAAAAAAVA/9bMvIsMq_yc/s320/P9201207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fall would not be complete without a visit to Eckert's.  Between the tractor at Wells' party and the tractors at Eckert's, Parker is convinced we need one so he can mow the yard.  I told him to talk to his Grandaddy since Grandaddy has always wanted a riding lawnmower and that was as close as he would get to having a tractor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SN7dC_pe2ZI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Wy5RKXx4Mbk/s1600-h/P9271208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250877259075475858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SN7dC_pe2ZI/AAAAAAAAAT4/Wy5RKXx4Mbk/s320/P9271208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Parker hard at work picking apples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SN7dDOkgEWI/AAAAAAAAAUA/90DtCv_9x2c/s1600-h/P9271214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250877263081116002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SN7dDOkgEWI/AAAAAAAAAUA/90DtCv_9x2c/s320/P9271214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Enjoying the fruits of his labor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SN7dDSsVP6I/AAAAAAAAAUI/d_AhPhYT3E4/s1600-h/P9271212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250877264187703202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SN7dDSsVP6I/AAAAAAAAAUI/d_AhPhYT3E4/s320/P9271212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love a man who can multitask!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SN7dDZ64dSI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/gs4iEIkGzEM/s1600-h/P9271213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250877266127779106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SN7dDZ64dSI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/gs4iEIkGzEM/s320/P9271213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SN7dDgSTYyI/AAAAAAAAAUY/YAoVYKOStxA/s1600-h/P9271220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250877267836625698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SN7dDgSTYyI/AAAAAAAAAUY/YAoVYKOStxA/s320/P9271220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love fall!  Don't you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-7707036362541975117?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/7707036362541975117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=7707036362541975117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/7707036362541975117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/7707036362541975117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2008/09/fall-fun.html' title='Fall Fun'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SN7eacVwHrI/AAAAAAAAAUg/F5JgUcBwePU/s72-c/P9081198.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-2574118035806255426</id><published>2008-09-07T17:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T17:25:48.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-bye Summer....Hello School!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SMRSlmMbuMI/AAAAAAAAASA/8sKOI8TRyug/s1600-h/P8141146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243406672027433154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SMRSlmMbuMI/AAAAAAAAASA/8sKOI8TRyug/s320/P8141146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SMRSl31vK5I/AAAAAAAAASI/_ulHbdT16lE/s1600-h/P8141150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243406676764076946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SMRSl31vK5I/AAAAAAAAASI/_ulHbdT16lE/s320/P8141150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We tried to squeeze in as much fun as possible as our summer days were winding down... We made it to the zoo with Jillian which is always a good time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SMRSmJfITFI/AAAAAAAAASQ/KlQ6nuucSzo/s1600-h/P8151156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243406681501092946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SMRSmJfITFI/AAAAAAAAASQ/KlQ6nuucSzo/s320/P8151156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;We got to sing Happy Birthday to the big 5 year old Jillian at her birthday bash at the Magic House!  Thanks Jilly for a great time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SMRSmTxXuJI/AAAAAAAAASY/Y8VMcTadugU/s1600-h/P8161162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243406684261955730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SMRSmTxXuJI/AAAAAAAAASY/Y8VMcTadugU/s320/P8161162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000066;"&gt;Benny and Parker were quite pleased with their GQ look at church one Sunday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SMRSmsEO4mI/AAAAAAAAASg/thDtO3thuZQ/s1600-h/P8171165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243406690783519330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SMRSmsEO4mI/AAAAAAAAASg/thDtO3thuZQ/s320/P8171165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#996633;"&gt;Parker started Pre-K.  He loves it and is full of important information every night at supper.  Ms. Marie is his excellent Pre-K teacher.  He already loves her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SMRRNv-NaZI/AAAAAAAAARw/SMpN_EWaAIU/s1600-h/P8191168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243405162823641490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SMRRNv-NaZI/AAAAAAAAARw/SMpN_EWaAIU/s320/P8191168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SMRROKJFQ0I/AAAAAAAAAR4/thaGVXaB3EA/s1600-h/P8191169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243405169848566594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SMRROKJFQ0I/AAAAAAAAAR4/thaGVXaB3EA/s320/P8191169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even though we are back in school, it doesn't mean that we don't have time for a jam session with Mr. Keith.  Parker even got his first guitar lesson!  We are so happy to welcome the Ubelein family back to St. Louis!  Now that school is back in session, the countdown to Baby Girl is getting serious!  We don't have a name or anything ready, but we still have got time, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-2574118035806255426?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/2574118035806255426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=2574118035806255426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/2574118035806255426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/2574118035806255426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-bye-summerhello-school.html' title='Good-bye Summer....Hello School!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SMRSlmMbuMI/AAAAAAAAASA/8sKOI8TRyug/s72-c/P8141146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-463756842701046597</id><published>2008-08-10T19:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T19:38:30.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Super at 60!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SJ-DlmaZciI/AAAAAAAAARo/y6O_9SSyLOA/s1600-h/P8021080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233045974017471010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SJ-DlmaZciI/AAAAAAAAARo/y6O_9SSyLOA/s320/P8021080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt; My mom's birthday week has come to an end,  but it was a lot of fun celebrating her big 60th!  We started by heading to KC last Friday to celebrate with family there.  We hit some of our favorite restaurants including Houston's and Andre's.  If you like chocolate and Swiss food, you must stop by Andre's for lunch.  My mom has been eating there since her single days....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SJ-DKx61v6I/AAAAAAAAARA/L8PtDTgfHDk/s1600-h/P8021081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233045513249865634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SJ-DKx61v6I/AAAAAAAAARA/L8PtDTgfHDk/s320/P8021081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tony and Parker had a blast at their very first 3-D movie.  We saw Journey to the Center of the Earth.  We're sure it isn't going to win any Oscars, but it was a lot of fun in 3-D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SJ-DLXpkLJI/AAAAAAAAARI/PZtonpLhu5I/s1600-h/P8021082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233045523377958034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SJ-DLXpkLJI/AAAAAAAAARI/PZtonpLhu5I/s320/P8021082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A heat advisory didn't keep us from heading to Theater in the Park.  My brother and the star, JB, was in Titanic, The Musical.  Parker only made it to intermission.  I have no idea how my brother and the cast didn't keep from fainting between the heat, the lights, and the period costumes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SJ-DLkLzewI/AAAAAAAAARQ/a1ty9CqnIL4/s1600-h/P8031129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233045526742792962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SJ-DLkLzewI/AAAAAAAAARQ/a1ty9CqnIL4/s320/P8031129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We were able to worship at Red Bridge Church of Christ, my growing up church.  It was good to see my friend, Lindsey, who I grew up with and is expecting her second child, a baby girl who is also nameless, next week.  While we there, I was reminded of God's faithfulness and love.  I saw people who have known me for a long time and missed the faces of people who have passed on or moved away.  I was so thankful that my parents were committed to making our church family an important part of our childhood.  I also thanked God for the family there who made me feel, even as a child,  that I was a vital part of God's family.  It is the same feeling I hope Tony and I communicate to our kids at McKnight.  I want them to grow up feeling that they are part of something bigger and that their family at McKnight lifts them up to the Father.  Sunday afternoon, Mom headed back to St. Louis with us for more fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SJ-DMPIml6I/AAAAAAAAARY/X8_s9u2_fyU/s1600-h/P8041130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233045538272090018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SJ-DMPIml6I/AAAAAAAAARY/X8_s9u2_fyU/s320/P8041130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well, fun is a relative word.  We managed to squeeze in some shopping and lunch out between working in my classroom and Parker's first dentist appointment.  Hurray - no cavaties!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SJ-DMvQVS8I/AAAAAAAAARg/kI5oerQrhhY/s1600-h/P8081131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233045546894445506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SJ-DMvQVS8I/AAAAAAAAARg/kI5oerQrhhY/s320/P8081131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Friday night's weather was so beautiful that we headed to the zoo!  Parker loved showing Grandmaw the dinos!  Saturday night was Munchin' With the Martins.  Then Sunday, it was time to head back to KC.  Happy Birthday, Mom!  Thanks for all your help this week at home and at school!  We love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-463756842701046597?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/463756842701046597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=463756842701046597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/463756842701046597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/463756842701046597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2008/08/super-at-60.html' title='Super at 60!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SJ-DlmaZciI/AAAAAAAAARo/y6O_9SSyLOA/s72-c/P8021080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-3002529270131352703</id><published>2008-07-29T19:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:22:44.857-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy July!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SI--ClPgJUI/AAAAAAAAAQY/CMIfmctlvI0/s1600-h/P7281065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228606643966584130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SI--ClPgJUI/AAAAAAAAAQY/CMIfmctlvI0/s320/P7281065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SI--DKs9WMI/AAAAAAAAAQg/60pBtrDkc7Q/s1600-h/P7281064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228606654022244546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SI--DKs9WMI/AAAAAAAAAQg/60pBtrDkc7Q/s320/P7281064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SI--DrUd3CI/AAAAAAAAAQo/rt871-Bej5U/s1600-h/P7281070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228606662777887778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SI--DrUd3CI/AAAAAAAAAQo/rt871-Bej5U/s320/P7281070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I cannot believe July is almost over! I keep asking myself where did it go! Then I start reviewing: Tony's family was here, Parker was sick for a few days, got ready for VBS, had VBS, did Munchin' With The Martins #2, recuperated from VBS, and here we are! Time does fly when you're having fun! Parker and I did have some fun today when we took Maddy, along with Mommy Marcia and Wells, to the Magic House to celebrate Maddy's first birthday. Parker loves both Maddy and Wells, but he is fascinated with Maddy. He loves to make her smile! Happy Birthday sweet Maddy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/A&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-3002529270131352703?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/3002529270131352703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=3002529270131352703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/3002529270131352703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/3002529270131352703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2008/07/busy-july.html' title='Busy July!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SI--ClPgJUI/AAAAAAAAAQY/CMIfmctlvI0/s72-c/P7281065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-8861577091805204670</id><published>2008-07-17T13:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:22:45.271-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Closely!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SH-VUANfe4I/AAAAAAAAAQI/IBTtSso74wM/s1600-h/P7171021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224058263659576194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SH-VUANfe4I/AAAAAAAAAQI/IBTtSso74wM/s320/P7171021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SH-VUrOzMOI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/xY_6Mw0mxIw/s1600-h/P7171022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224058275207786722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SH-VUrOzMOI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/xY_6Mw0mxIw/s320/P7171022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;I looked out our kitchen window and thought for sure a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;squirrel&lt;/span&gt; had died on top of Parker's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;swing set&lt;/span&gt;.  I immediately &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; Tony about it.  He reassured me that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;squirrel&lt;/span&gt; was just taking a nap because he had seen the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;squirrel&lt;/span&gt; do the same thing a couple of days ago.  When I went to take the picture, he did open his eyes but when back to sleep when I went inside.  I guess he knows how to beat the heat! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-8861577091805204670?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/8861577091805204670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=8861577091805204670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/8861577091805204670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/8861577091805204670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2008/07/look-closely.html' title='Look Closely!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SH-VUANfe4I/AAAAAAAAAQI/IBTtSso74wM/s72-c/P7171021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-8526149944438936253</id><published>2008-07-04T11:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:22:46.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A House Full of Company!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SG5NcnwbhRI/AAAAAAAAAP4/TOu35736vUA/s1600-h/P6290998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219194172272772370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SG5NcnwbhRI/AAAAAAAAAP4/TOu35736vUA/s320/P6290998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gamma (Tony's Mom) arrived on the 24th from Austin!  Parker took her to the Magic House and showed off his fishing skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SG5Nc3jp7QI/AAAAAAAAAQA/JDMX5FFlgn4/s1600-h/P7031014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219194176514157826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SG5Nc3jp7QI/AAAAAAAAAQA/JDMX5FFlgn4/s320/P7031014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Then Great-Grandmother (on the left) arrived on the 2nd from Hot Springs, AR.  Then Great Aunt Nan and Great Uncle Carl arrived on the third from Arvada, CO.  We were glad to be their layover on their way to Paducah, Kentucky for a high school reunion.  They left this morning and will return Sunday evening to spend the night again.  We can't wait to hear their stories!  Then everyone heads home on Monday.  Our house is going to seem very empty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-8526149944438936253?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/8526149944438936253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=8526149944438936253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/8526149944438936253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/8526149944438936253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2008/07/house-full-of-company.html' title='A House Full of Company!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SG5NcnwbhRI/AAAAAAAAAP4/TOu35736vUA/s72-c/P6290998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-7178768653571214638</id><published>2008-06-23T12:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:22:46.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It only took 10 years!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;While &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt; was away exploring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;uncharted&lt;/span&gt; territory, we did our best to keep John and Jillian company!  We made our first ever trip to Six Flags and visited Hurricane Harbor.  Parker and Jillian had a blast despite waiting out a thunderstorm that gave a whole new meaning to the words water park!  Getting ready for bed Saturday night, Parker declared that this his been the best day of his life!  Thanks John and Jillian for a great day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SF_lJBkcdpI/AAAAAAAAAPg/dMqt8j6ObPc/s1600-h/P6210956.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SF_lJZUYpWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/-Jm-W33I0Pc/s1600-h/P6210962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215138843096294754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SF_lJZUYpWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/-Jm-W33I0Pc/s320/P6210962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SF_lJkhT4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-mqrVRXDnJs/s1600-h/P6210968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215138846103298802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SF_lJkhT4vI/AAAAAAAAAPw/-mqrVRXDnJs/s320/P6210968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-7178768653571214638?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/7178768653571214638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=7178768653571214638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/7178768653571214638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/7178768653571214638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-only-took-10-years.html' title='It only took 10 years!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SF_lJZUYpWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/-Jm-W33I0Pc/s72-c/P6210962.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-2320618247331835028</id><published>2008-06-15T14:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:22:47.012-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SFVuSdhrjMI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cUk9SLoOgX4/s1600-h/P6150952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212193407193812162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SFVuSdhrjMI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cUk9SLoOgX4/s320/P6150952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;This picture is for you, Dad! After our last blog, he pointed out that I never put pictures of myself on the blog. I replied that there was a good reason for that! Thanks to the Gills for teaching in King's Kids today, I got to hear David preach which is always a treat. He gave a great Father's Day lesson. He had three main points of how Dads should let their children hear them: 1) Say you claim them, 2) Say you love them (using 1 Cor. 13 as the basis), and 3) Say you are proud of them. I got tears in my eyes as I thought about my dad who did and does all three of those things. I have never once doubted my father's love for me even when I have been a disappointment. Dad, there are so many things I appreciate about you. You have taught me that faith is found in the imperfect part of our lives, but made perfect through Christ. You give more than second chances. You are quick to laugh. You never meet a stranger. Throughout the whole time I was growing up, you demonstrated that you come to church to serve, not to be served. Thank you for being my dad! I love you! As I was listening to David preach, I also thought of how grateful I am for Tony. He too does a great job of letting Parker hear him. I know that Parker will never doubt his father's love. Happy Father's Day, honey! Finally, I thought of Pa. I like a lot of things about him, but one of the things I like best is how he listens to my grandma. I don't know where he got it from since he didn't grow up in that generation. But he always gives her his undivided attention and takes what she says seriously. Then if doesn't agree (which doesn't happen that often), he always finds a way to compromise so she feels heard. He always puts what she wants ahead of what he has wanted. I appreciate his example of unselfish love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I can't end this blog without saying Happy 12th Anniversary, Tony! Here are 12 things I love about you - not in any particular order:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;1. You are relaxing to be with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;2. You're a great father!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;3. You're patient when it takes me 30 minutes to decide what I want for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;4. You cook a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;5. We laugh at the same things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;6. You listen to my worries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;You will watch a chick flick with me and not complain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;8. You shop with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;9. You love all kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;10. Each year when I come home from school with a student to adopt, you always say "Let's do it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;11. When we met, you didn't like to read at all. But now you read a lot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;12. You put God first and foremost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-2320618247331835028?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/2320618247331835028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=2320618247331835028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/2320618247331835028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/2320618247331835028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SFVuSdhrjMI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/cUk9SLoOgX4/s72-c/P6150952.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-6088511406770551622</id><published>2008-06-09T21:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:22:48.521-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...Summer Vacation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I start counting down to Summer Vacation right after Spring Break.  But I spend my summer vacation counting up.  Parker got a head start on summer vacation.  On my last day of school, he started his very first swimming lessons.  His favorite part was playing Simon Says in the water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SE3oiIIDkzI/AAAAAAAAAOw/fHZXC4Z19ZA/s1600-h/P6020887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210076016932000562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SE3oiIIDkzI/AAAAAAAAAOw/fHZXC4Z19ZA/s320/P6020887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Next, we finished Spring Soccer on my fourth day of summer vacation.  It's a good thing that we didn't keep score. Tony was a super coach despite our lack of talent, I mean our lack of experience. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SE3oi2uOkVI/AAAAAAAAAO4/X-s68eGktRE/s1600-h/P6060893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210076029440135506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SE3oi2uOkVI/AAAAAAAAAO4/X-s68eGktRE/s320/P6060893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Despite the forecast for storms and rain, we headed to the zoo on my sixth day of summer vacation.  Parker loves dinos so he couldn't wait to go through the exhibit.  It's a real bargain for Friends of the Zoo - only a $1.50 per person.  Parker wanted to take a picture with every single dinosaur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SE3ojj3m6gI/AAAAAAAAAPA/rZC59Cx1_W8/s1600-h/P6080901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210076041559075330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SE3ojj3m6gI/AAAAAAAAAPA/rZC59Cx1_W8/s320/P6080901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33cc00;"&gt;The T Rex (aka the Sharp Tooth for Land Before Time fans) made him a little nervous so Daddy braved the Sharp Tooth to gaurantee a picture with every dinosaur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SE3okibl1QI/AAAAAAAAAPI/UkxccKvl0YU/s1600-h/P6080911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210076058352997634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SE3okibl1QI/AAAAAAAAAPI/UkxccKvl0YU/s320/P6080911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Parker spent a lot of time digging for dino bones while his daddy and I enjoyed a seat in the shade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SE3kkr1fVjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/KLYCBtOTYvE/s1600-h/P6090915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210071662831031858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SE3kkr1fVjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/KLYCBtOTYvE/s320/P6090915.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Parker got to yell "All Aboard" the zoo train!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SE3klppRnUI/AAAAAAAAAOY/gOt5pjv8nQo/s1600-h/P6090924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210071679422799170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SE3klppRnUI/AAAAAAAAAOY/gOt5pjv8nQo/s320/P6090924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;We shared a snow cone which Parker loved because he had the bluest tongue! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SE3kmJ_7YvI/AAAAAAAAAOg/shxwb6befR0/s1600-h/P6090925.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SE3kmmj1raI/AAAAAAAAAOo/iR9dbTQxj-8/s1600-h/P6090927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210071695774559650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SE3kmmj1raI/AAAAAAAAAOo/iR9dbTQxj-8/s320/P6090927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Even though I doubted that this was the best day to go to the zoo, Tony was right.  When all the weather people are calling for rain in St. Louis, you're almost gauranteed no rain!  It &lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt; a perfect day for the zoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&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/2512415062725184654-6088511406770551622?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/6088511406770551622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=6088511406770551622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/6088511406770551622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/6088511406770551622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2008/06/finallysummer-vacation.html' title='Finally...Summer Vacation!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SE3oiIIDkzI/AAAAAAAAAOw/fHZXC4Z19ZA/s72-c/P6020887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-4736399011708426605</id><published>2008-05-10T16:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:22:48.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SCYOJ-wdAtI/AAAAAAAAANw/etxBGhfjJiA/s1600-h/P4050828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198858384473653970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SCYOJ-wdAtI/AAAAAAAAANw/etxBGhfjJiA/s320/P4050828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SCYOKOwdAuI/AAAAAAAAAN4/TTNTzfIvb6g/s1600-h/P4050837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198858388768621282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SCYOKOwdAuI/AAAAAAAAAN4/TTNTzfIvb6g/s320/P4050837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Two of the things my mom does best is love and laugh. She is so quick to laugh with Parker and she delights in every moment. Every time we are together, I am reminded to be more like that - in the moment and enjoy the simple things. Even if Parker has told that same joke 20 times - laugh like it's the first. That's what my mom does. I think as my mom gets older, her heart just keeps getting bigger. Every year, I hear about a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kindergardener&lt;/span&gt; that just steals her heart. I know that she will follow that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kindergardener&lt;/span&gt; all the way through fifth grade. I love how my mom supports her school. Whenever the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PTC&lt;/span&gt; sells candy grams, she always buys one for everyone in the class that she helps with. She doesn't sign her name, just your friend or maybe a secret admirer. I try to be like that way - doing things for others without wanting or needing any recognition. When I listen to my mom, I am reminded to be on the lookout for what other people need and try to find a way to fill it. Thank you Mom for all these lesson you have taught me! I'll try to live up to them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This year as we celebrate Mother's Day, so many women are on my heart. Parker's babysitter, Mrs. Carol, who has started weekly chemo treatments. I think of her three children who by her example are seeing what it means to live courageously. I'm thinking of my coworker and friend Amy whose Mother is starting her third week in ICU trying to overcome emergency open heart surgery. Amy is 20 weeks pregnant with her first baby and can't wait to tell her mom that she is having a girl. Finally, I am thinking of Wendy Martin. Wendy did the hardest thing a mother is ever asked to do - let your baby go. I know Emma is in the arms of Jesus this Mother's Day thanking Him for her mommy who loved her and cared for her in a way that only a Mommy can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SCYOKewdAvI/AAAAAAAAAOA/ownd_qyXYvw/s1600-h/P4180850.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SCYOK-wdAwI/AAAAAAAAAOI/oV35h-vNxfA/s1600-h/P5100866.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-4736399011708426605?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/4736399011708426605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=4736399011708426605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/4736399011708426605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/4736399011708426605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/SCYOJ-wdAtI/AAAAAAAAANw/etxBGhfjJiA/s72-c/P4050828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-4011579015256170455</id><published>2008-03-30T19:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:22:52.948-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Spring Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/R_A4fNVmIrI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Nax5dK2BzP0/s1600-h/P3280806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183705279910781618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/R_A4fNVmIrI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Nax5dK2BzP0/s320/P3280806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Parker's first sleepover!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/R_A4fdVmIsI/AAAAAAAAAKw/l01BLOHZdeg/s1600-h/P3280816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183705284205748930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/R_A4fdVmIsI/AAAAAAAAAKw/l01BLOHZdeg/s320/P3280816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Daddy and Parker are serious about listening to directions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/R_A4ftVmItI/AAAAAAAAAK4/CLBAth3IgDI/s1600-h/P3280819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183705288500716242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/R_A4ftVmItI/AAAAAAAAAK4/CLBAth3IgDI/s320/P3280819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The newest "Baby" (what Parker calls all his animals)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/R_A4f9VmIuI/AAAAAAAAALA/t6f1nAI6KUg/s1600-h/P3280821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183705292795683554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/R_A4f9VmIuI/AAAAAAAAALA/t6f1nAI6KUg/s320/P3280821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Happy Birthday Gracie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It seems Spring Break has been so long, but at the same time so short. I only managed to get half of my projects done. However, I am most grateful to be caught up on all the shower gifts at church. If you're expecting, we are the church for you! :) I know these babies have just been born or are on their way, but I can't wait till they're in King's Kids! I love the pureness and innocence of the two and three year olds! Today, during circle time, I asked each child what do they like to do with their friends. One sweet boy responded by picking his nose and smiling! Everyone just started cracking up. You cannot make this stuff up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Friday night marked a big step for Parker! He spent the night away from home for the first time! John and Christy Cole along with Jillian were very sweet to have Parker over. He had so much fun that he wanted to spend the night Saturday night too! Tony and I went to the Melting Pot to celebrate the 15th anniversary of our first date! We had so much fun! Then Tony really spoiled me and took me to see 27 Dresses. It was so nice to be out on a date, but we had to admit we were anxious to pick Parker up Saturday morning. We were very excited to get to wish Gracie a happy birthday Saturday morning. She is such a sweet girl! Next Sunday, Parker, Gracie, and Lucy are moving on to Kid's Community. I am going to miss all three of them so much. Yes, that means Parker is turning 4 this Saturday. In case you haven't heard, Parker wanted a Carnival for his birthday. Hopefully, we will all will survive....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-4011579015256170455?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/4011579015256170455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=4011579015256170455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/4011579015256170455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/4011579015256170455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2008/03/farewell-spring-break.html' title='Farewell Spring Break'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/R_A4fNVmIrI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Nax5dK2BzP0/s72-c/P3280806.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-6460680286088003328</id><published>2008-03-23T17:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:22:54.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/R-baodVmImI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pPDG2r5PhAM/s1600-h/P3130758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181068809941164642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/R-baodVmImI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pPDG2r5PhAM/s320/P3130758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Parker experienced his first politically correct "Treasure Hunt" at preschool, but the boy was not to be fooled.  He knew it was an "Easter Egg Treasure Hunt",  The treasure hunt was on Friday which Parker does not attend then.  Since Tony has the day off, Fridays are Daddy and Parker's day off together.  Mrs. Penny and Parker appealed to Daddy's fun loving side and asked if Parker could attend.  Of course, Daddy couldn't say no....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/R-bao9VmInI/AAAAAAAAAKI/IbzUzlo4hys/s1600-h/P3140771.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181068818531099250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/R-bao9VmInI/AAAAAAAAAKI/IbzUzlo4hys/s320/P3140771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Easter festivities included having Breakfast with the Easter Bunny and Jillian.  Since the weather was bad, they went fishing for eggs in the pool.  It was a hoot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/R-baptVmIoI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/CbRCAcydqgc/s1600-h/P3210790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181068831416001154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/R-baptVmIoI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/CbRCAcydqgc/s320/P3210790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thanks to John and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Kathryn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Collett&lt;/span&gt; for hosting the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; annual Easter Egg hunt at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tillis&lt;/span&gt; Park!  Thanks too to all the volunteers who braved the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cold &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;weather to help out!  Parker was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; excited to find a golden egg which he turned in for a stuffed animal...I've learned you can never have too many.  Parker treats each one like a beloved pet.  Tony and I just shrug and say at least it's not a real one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/R-bap9VmIpI/AAAAAAAAAKY/WAC3Tr8KRa8/s1600-h/P3210791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181068835710968466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/R-bap9VmIpI/AAAAAAAAAKY/WAC3Tr8KRa8/s320/P3210791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/R-baqdVmIqI/AAAAAAAAAKg/93mY8fXB5iM/s1600-h/P3210792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181068844300903074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/R-baqdVmIqI/AAAAAAAAAKg/93mY8fXB5iM/s320/P3210792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Gracie and Parker are delighted with their golden egg prizes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/R-bZm9VmIjI/AAAAAAAAAJo/6L3VhVMjLNo/s1600-h/P3210794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181067684659733042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/R-bZm9VmIjI/AAAAAAAAAJo/6L3VhVMjLNo/s320/P3210794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;We had been at the park since 7:30 AM.  Tony helped with the set up, but Parker and I spent our time running back and forth to the car to warm up.  When it was finally over, Parker fell asleep a happy boy waiting for Daddy to finish help cleaning up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/R-bZntVmIkI/AAAAAAAAAJw/lrTLKjsYp7s/s1600-h/P3230795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181067697544634946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/R-bZntVmIkI/AAAAAAAAAJw/lrTLKjsYp7s/s320/P3230795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A future &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;architect&lt;/span&gt; in the making...maybe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/R-bZn9VmIlI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/6nvY_APW-i4/s1600-h/P3230801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181067701839602258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/R-bZn9VmIlI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/6nvY_APW-i4/s320/P3230801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;With all the fun surrounding Easter, we remember the true meaning.  We told Parker that we celebrate Easter because Jesus lives.  Parker promptly replied, "Doesn't He live every day?"    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-6460680286088003328?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/6460680286088003328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=6460680286088003328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/6460680286088003328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/6460680286088003328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/R-baodVmImI/AAAAAAAAAKA/pPDG2r5PhAM/s72-c/P3130758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512415062725184654.post-4085185114675404501</id><published>2008-03-02T21:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:22:54.741-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray for Hollywood!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/R8tzD3Bp-oI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Zoqsz69jk58/s1600-h/P3010749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173355107112843906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/R8tzD3Bp-oI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Zoqsz69jk58/s320/P3010749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saturday was one of those days where you hit the ground running! I started off the morning taking my Math Club students to the Regional Math Competition. Anyone who knows my logical side finds this quite funny. Despite their sponsor, my students took four of the top ten spots. Two of them will be going on to the state competition! It was thrilling to see the victory on the students' faces and the pride of their parents.  Then it was home for a quick lunch and off to the church building to help get ready for Trivia Night.  I planned to take a ton of pictures, but only managed to get Parker with his very first Lunchable.   Everyone had a lot of fun with the theme "Hooray for Hollywood" including a table of "rehab" celebrities.  Thanks to everyone who came, everyone who donated fantastic baskets, John and Christy Cole, Chris and Amie Jones, and the Lord's blessing, over $1600 was raised for the Children's Ministry at McKnight Road! Now that is something to cheer about!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2512415062725184654-4085185114675404501?l=aswepassgo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/feeds/4085185114675404501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2512415062725184654&amp;postID=4085185114675404501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/4085185114675404501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2512415062725184654/posts/default/4085185114675404501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aswepassgo.blogspot.com/2008/03/hooray-for-hollywood.html' title='Hooray for Hollywood!'/><author><name>Jennifer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02709965526569384922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vN8hOOVpQx4/TwDdpOGBZ7I/AAAAAAAABGE/PUSVf22qu_A/s220/Jennifer%2B3'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JU80bqicnyA/R8tzD3Bp-oI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Zoqsz69jk58/s72-c/P3010749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
