tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41935023638423855732024-03-05T20:51:43.273-08:00Rader ReportMarc and Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04288177914938642331noreply@blogger.comBlogger105125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193502363842385573.post-51961796445232968432011-07-05T05:34:00.001-07:002011-07-05T06:08:53.599-07:00Happy 2nd Birthday, my sweet boy!<div><span class="Apple-style-span" >On June 16th, my son celebrated his 2nd birthday. When we found out that I was pregnant with a boy, we were very unsure about our feelings about that. We were so used to having girls. We knew girls. And we so loved them. So to throw a boy in the middle of all that was uncharted territory for us. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "> I have to tell you...everyone was completely right. Having a boy is so much different than having a girl. He has so much energy. Everything is revolved around balls and trucks. He LOVES to wrestle and will throw himself on you if you're on the floor. He NEVER walks - it's always a dead run! And playing in the potty is one of his favorite things to do! Dirt is his best friend and he will do things that totally gross me out! But...he's my son! My snuggle-bug, loving, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "> falls asleep on mama boy! And I love him for everything his is now and for everything he will be. God knew that we needed a boy among all the girls. And I'm so thankful for him!</span></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilyWIhWN-Wli8U4xAGtJQymipl8DaN3Cyk4thgTOLr8QLIkSoUmYEnZ95vjduf4bKi-Lm9ysxSnq4s4loyXo2PqEVWFVuAsGqrO19G4bcwvob59y8Yzi9vsgFfBQNApis-itjEsOg41uM/s1600/%252367+-+061709.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilyWIhWN-Wli8U4xAGtJQymipl8DaN3Cyk4thgTOLr8QLIkSoUmYEnZ95vjduf4bKi-Lm9ysxSnq4s4loyXo2PqEVWFVuAsGqrO19G4bcwvob59y8Yzi9vsgFfBQNApis-itjEsOg41uM/s400/%252367+-+061709.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625851362940423698" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Cole the day after he was born!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha7_-3YcQO12XzCak13nZFx4qBvU6usQgGqbCB8Qdo3ot_gjembtgiEy_loyO7gj3khZCExNmUMERcpebjhjsiQqb-POerhVpsZWL2Y1bsPnfJ4JslTnonKu0CBSrmLU_ObtVmmfqy_QY/s1600/DSCF1870.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha7_-3YcQO12XzCak13nZFx4qBvU6usQgGqbCB8Qdo3ot_gjembtgiEy_loyO7gj3khZCExNmUMERcpebjhjsiQqb-POerhVpsZWL2Y1bsPnfJ4JslTnonKu0CBSrmLU_ObtVmmfqy_QY/s400/DSCF1870.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625849767401779938" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Happy Birthday, Cole! We never buy donuts, however, the girls were gone to VBS at their grandma's church on Cole's birthday. So, we needed a little something to celebrate. This was supposed to look like a catepillar, however, the frosting melted, shifted and looked like this by the time he sat to eat it. Oh well...he didn't mind!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyEVwgm3ATbt3CvXNJujrCjlF4R3SJc-GJWti8vpHtU_6Gtob1Z2VLCSJrrtLrjCKd93MtSXDEw_t8YOYZH31fdATeUju8jdqH70hnY6Gyo6JlzwftBHtr5XUycHFqeRd9CwIMFRNWPsc/s1600/DSCF1868.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyEVwgm3ATbt3CvXNJujrCjlF4R3SJc-GJWti8vpHtU_6Gtob1Z2VLCSJrrtLrjCKd93MtSXDEw_t8YOYZH31fdATeUju8jdqH70hnY6Gyo6JlzwftBHtr5XUycHFqeRd9CwIMFRNWPsc/s400/DSCF1868.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625849755493408834" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBJmA1AjlLWZsDCdXBAqRlmtllfnNhJeJihoYIieXDyOkf_21_JL1qQZx_aY1MDKwvLU6_fTYdiXWurQhw272jwBgh7jnxCtHmSvJBPS_TyI6AVtvLFG-o0YTgMIn32VdGrTinTyane4g/s1600/DSCF1872.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBJmA1AjlLWZsDCdXBAqRlmtllfnNhJeJihoYIieXDyOkf_21_JL1qQZx_aY1MDKwvLU6_fTYdiXWurQhw272jwBgh7jnxCtHmSvJBPS_TyI6AVtvLFG-o0YTgMIn32VdGrTinTyane4g/s400/DSCF1872.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625849744171561730" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Oh yum!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSUcsd5Z-q6PQI2VZDVD4R8KT72Gz92caKyYCnOhy7Cl4selJwe4bo_uU1hXXOD08pu9C40VCKKot3N0vti_lG5HOGLd83X4w2dEV7Mm34sGaNkaH1GqEH9ZlJOH3NFb_aOYUzAfgCjbk/s1600/DSCF1880.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSUcsd5Z-q6PQI2VZDVD4R8KT72Gz92caKyYCnOhy7Cl4selJwe4bo_uU1hXXOD08pu9C40VCKKot3N0vti_lG5HOGLd83X4w2dEV7Mm34sGaNkaH1GqEH9ZlJOH3NFb_aOYUzAfgCjbk/s400/DSCF1880.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625849708216671090" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn_q3Hi4JicKGtchhqLT2vY-SBH5iCPCkW7a-jqSykna-QzCmXYCdkKo0wpUgWAEH5JljvZHy6W1o6WxjKPQi3G5qahLGuA7kE5OXkKa1KIZDxhyphenhyphenBWAh_SBLKvZ8JXCvzNTGdXwtuGTxI/s1600/DSCF1887.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn_q3Hi4JicKGtchhqLT2vY-SBH5iCPCkW7a-jqSykna-QzCmXYCdkKo0wpUgWAEH5JljvZHy6W1o6WxjKPQi3G5qahLGuA7kE5OXkKa1KIZDxhyphenhyphenBWAh_SBLKvZ8JXCvzNTGdXwtuGTxI/s400/DSCF1887.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625849700440483250" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >We celebrated his birthday with cake and ice cream two days later. We went out together to pick out his cake and this is what he chose - a hot wheels cake. Hmmmm...go figure!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPmfqTi5iOPjxfc3IxcDG09C_000mNJR6jrxZ503hoaF1zrkT9SFAHWELPZrMHjOwByO2L299wiKo-VWCCnPFyUHF20AyidObdO6Bf8KjXrQAQYsUDnkbG2TstY91ayg5Kh7CqNS92Q6E/s1600/DSCF1889.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPmfqTi5iOPjxfc3IxcDG09C_000mNJR6jrxZ503hoaF1zrkT9SFAHWELPZrMHjOwByO2L299wiKo-VWCCnPFyUHF20AyidObdO6Bf8KjXrQAQYsUDnkbG2TstY91ayg5Kh7CqNS92Q6E/s400/DSCF1889.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625848678507506722" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1jVsBXEbMGAAkqk9EWZYUjUE8MDSxefz4BK4_tZNs2Wp64J4AgTALXQ5ySv8kH53kbLwfdM7lpXf6nF83E6TQPrHJxlkEUKj8M3C-bI78HYmfAFfUy8q_0UUWsbLQ070OFh6E69WFLjU/s1600/DSCF1898.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1jVsBXEbMGAAkqk9EWZYUjUE8MDSxefz4BK4_tZNs2Wp64J4AgTALXQ5ySv8kH53kbLwfdM7lpXf6nF83E6TQPrHJxlkEUKj8M3C-bI78HYmfAFfUy8q_0UUWsbLQ070OFh6E69WFLjU/s400/DSCF1898.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625848670136260978" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlZ_7dkxetbSTBeGGN32Tw62mG6NXoibDJxRzyghxTRRKl6hJE8rVa4dBCezNEt6d-kia86jaXnxXrrQ8fydOTitxXJHgkIdY1PiKbN3J8iZpPK3AExpIXxEBy3kZDtXNSORkXeVgBhak/s1600/DSCF1901.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlZ_7dkxetbSTBeGGN32Tw62mG6NXoibDJxRzyghxTRRKl6hJE8rVa4dBCezNEt6d-kia86jaXnxXrrQ8fydOTitxXJHgkIdY1PiKbN3J8iZpPK3AExpIXxEBy3kZDtXNSORkXeVgBhak/s400/DSCF1901.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625848656567123410" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >You can't go through a birthday without presents. He was spoiled this year. He received a Chuck dump truck and bath toys from Papa and Mimi.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs-0Rxc9TyFF4gPoHyo5P7EvL982bXyga-35Jo4stvhhxcaDQWoqfk4FmYxD8IdzwaW5f9XY_UeMZOXj4Rmbrc4_qGdMG13jIBAjTrVm_o3LHRgLuR9SMuf2tXp11u57RZJ18P8BpVlJU/s1600/DSCF1902.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs-0Rxc9TyFF4gPoHyo5P7EvL982bXyga-35Jo4stvhhxcaDQWoqfk4FmYxD8IdzwaW5f9XY_UeMZOXj4Rmbrc4_qGdMG13jIBAjTrVm_o3LHRgLuR9SMuf2tXp11u57RZJ18P8BpVlJU/s400/DSCF1902.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625848642939345922" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirwmb_enhbZGEwFEkYU3gWcS2AsWFTRd3Mfxp6knNjCk0fL_ehl4qIkndX42HkOcIqks2IUZXFiUPZeA6NLtmxpwmTF_LAc7RKi-075ifGH5E1BRv4_zcd-IEg9Mi_y4jrysl8HEDIzgE/s1600/DSCF1903.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirwmb_enhbZGEwFEkYU3gWcS2AsWFTRd3Mfxp6knNjCk0fL_ehl4qIkndX42HkOcIqks2IUZXFiUPZeA6NLtmxpwmTF_LAc7RKi-075ifGH5E1BRv4_zcd-IEg9Mi_y4jrysl8HEDIzgE/s400/DSCF1903.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625848639598328978" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSK8ZHhKDPHUKcUdeRXElAcmWYyj2JvX1WxG0STrUvKQZgUrtqDQPpMlLqZr-iXJJAT04uxZJKTPUvwATmDqsUhFcDdnQMM87OBHS2HLiSG9ruiOtfKgE8WuNL197e6kNQE08g7AL5rwM/s1600/DSCF1908.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSK8ZHhKDPHUKcUdeRXElAcmWYyj2JvX1WxG0STrUvKQZgUrtqDQPpMlLqZr-iXJJAT04uxZJKTPUvwATmDqsUhFcDdnQMM87OBHS2HLiSG9ruiOtfKgE8WuNL197e6kNQE08g7AL5rwM/s400/DSCF1908.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625847591660124962" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Some tractors and books from grandpa and grandma.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_MK_SpasnMg1XkcFJZ1xE5qphYCKRLwlbkwTFqhJzb5kxFlY8oZBMBV-DvKzpPLkGf6FDl6qP_a5purK48I7fg8_NcJCusw-B6G0ceeWwtj9WWyihExy2Eodf3qBv0EGK26njKsCkSM0/s1600/DSCF1912.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_MK_SpasnMg1XkcFJZ1xE5qphYCKRLwlbkwTFqhJzb5kxFlY8oZBMBV-DvKzpPLkGf6FDl6qP_a5purK48I7fg8_NcJCusw-B6G0ceeWwtj9WWyihExy2Eodf3qBv0EGK26njKsCkSM0/s400/DSCF1912.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625847577721477266" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >And a Mater (Cars tow truck) lawn mower that blows bubbles from dad and mom.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtL9uSeCz2g1LxYQznd-vNvwp8fSuIMlejKrUbM5jkFNoXLFT0SJOlrikeDtIl-vtd2LyPz_1VuRdCyoqfS07S8P2h7d0yJ0NNCqdrslf_pzhZHXMJXVmb7TGHe4lG_qG7WhVNKZzNFzU/s1600/DSCF1914.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtL9uSeCz2g1LxYQznd-vNvwp8fSuIMlejKrUbM5jkFNoXLFT0SJOlrikeDtIl-vtd2LyPz_1VuRdCyoqfS07S8P2h7d0yJ0NNCqdrslf_pzhZHXMJXVmb7TGHe4lG_qG7WhVNKZzNFzU/s400/DSCF1914.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625847570655303506" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-cH3WrVSK4wcyC2KC-MwsW18IiNNw1Qfa2o3KzOhzm-RGfpOXYydOSLdfWGMw8UuGXUY1WgGWi8LSyyir5OT-d55hJrjkLjmqp5mT1TjWGKViumnmAQwcdTXjdpGW4r3Hmcss9YSTkDI/s1600/DSCF1915.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-cH3WrVSK4wcyC2KC-MwsW18IiNNw1Qfa2o3KzOhzm-RGfpOXYydOSLdfWGMw8UuGXUY1WgGWi8LSyyir5OT-d55hJrjkLjmqp5mT1TjWGKViumnmAQwcdTXjdpGW4r3Hmcss9YSTkDI/s400/DSCF1915.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625847548862240914" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY821_QoxEes047tNuTYZeYTzqlD30qRkQnag6ehT7wz2npkjYKGBK352E1inolWZblXV4w_oLQl7blQTjbhEyD5z_zYeBn1jitwi5aUHpv_tj2B7Wt0jO82NvghPLXGq_oa8gr2mOBDI/s1600/DSCF1918.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY821_QoxEes047tNuTYZeYTzqlD30qRkQnag6ehT7wz2npkjYKGBK352E1inolWZblXV4w_oLQl7blQTjbhEyD5z_zYeBn1jitwi5aUHpv_tj2B7Wt0jO82NvghPLXGq_oa8gr2mOBDI/s400/DSCF1918.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625847536599598082" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; ">This kid is a GREAT kid! I couldn't imagine life without all the chaos and love that he adds to our family! I love you, Cole! Happy Birthday!!!</span>Marc and Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04288177914938642331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193502363842385573.post-64649382131753426752011-07-05T04:50:00.000-07:002011-07-05T05:22:13.587-07:00Winters/Rader Family Vacation - Gatlinburg, TN - May 2011 (Part 2)<div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I apologize in advance for these pictures being totally out of order. I wasn't paying attention when I uploaded them so it's not going to flow the greatest. Anyway, on to finish the rest of our vacation!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUUQUFFbPF5G4FfBE0OfBkSWRCYvhw7jpIluZpSXvjP4LG-2ue79eeoRmX9-T4ZN_T44JpFT_7-Z6ouLZa1SBOJEY4JakCs6rjtuRlCozILK9rfuja2nj3SXUtoOoGNjuX1BOB4Sk1yUc/s1600/DSCF5352.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUUQUFFbPF5G4FfBE0OfBkSWRCYvhw7jpIluZpSXvjP4LG-2ue79eeoRmX9-T4ZN_T44JpFT_7-Z6ouLZa1SBOJEY4JakCs6rjtuRlCozILK9rfuja2nj3SXUtoOoGNjuX1BOB4Sk1yUc/s400/DSCF5352.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625838975623479906" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Picture taken in the park of our entire family except my sister-in-law.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1HnrI1s4w4ZgwhESGlscHpV5sqYUV2w4G-cA8j9G6PqzdrqZ4BEp89aOnemEt0INRVXt4uwhRtQVAvsa35dLRMkYSMUeN1v1cLSswA-Igt0_Y4jDAq5Sj9873GkjVF5fqxQy3_i6kjfo/s1600/DSCF1719.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1HnrI1s4w4ZgwhESGlscHpV5sqYUV2w4G-cA8j9G6PqzdrqZ4BEp89aOnemEt0INRVXt4uwhRtQVAvsa35dLRMkYSMUeN1v1cLSswA-Igt0_Y4jDAq5Sj9873GkjVF5fqxQy3_i6kjfo/s400/DSCF1719.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625838965401737506" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >We went to the Wonderworks Museum (HIGHLY RECOMMEND) on our last day in Gatlinburg. Lily really, REALLY wanted to do the rock climbing wall. I didn't think she'd make it all the way up to the top -- TWICE!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIvAWeRji3ElYIMsyKU3Er1nf0bvwXJmtQP6aGY-o_1TkuzN6OWmic4PZEmrvRS99mpravYQbF_kMFHq8BD6CrfIymCt_oMMND-6qBznny6JduEVon7JbarasOk9CzKPwiop3GVt4z_X8/s1600/DSCF1721.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIvAWeRji3ElYIMsyKU3Er1nf0bvwXJmtQP6aGY-o_1TkuzN6OWmic4PZEmrvRS99mpravYQbF_kMFHq8BD6CrfIymCt_oMMND-6qBznny6JduEVon7JbarasOk9CzKPwiop3GVt4z_X8/s400/DSCF1721.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625838955150781826" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidPVrrE3NpGfEeToMelOra4OR5KCdPlXWjqcO4sg18IbJTSGsUrbK3qaBJE8NlD8czaIyMhiUOOOLsqfAXMgJDqo-Y7MFGVDDRPdbXtNX7Fmk2wl1-lIILTMmsj3ogaIqnxcTKRG-gF20/s1600/DSCF1724.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidPVrrE3NpGfEeToMelOra4OR5KCdPlXWjqcO4sg18IbJTSGsUrbK3qaBJE8NlD8czaIyMhiUOOOLsqfAXMgJDqo-Y7MFGVDDRPdbXtNX7Fmk2wl1-lIILTMmsj3ogaIqnxcTKRG-gF20/s400/DSCF1724.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625838948156959730" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMkoLWk5sezmxZWWHxT0bAPY1GgqLPAUjsVmQNECoXKMRMC9pUmce4Mxt3mxIQodxKlNXQGPW-ZMmnibndTAEXB1e1u1yiBSJfGZ7rZ0jkCphoYwgLodr1kdshs41U9_UiBOJLPiiE6HA/s1600/DSCF1707.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMkoLWk5sezmxZWWHxT0bAPY1GgqLPAUjsVmQNECoXKMRMC9pUmce4Mxt3mxIQodxKlNXQGPW-ZMmnibndTAEXB1e1u1yiBSJfGZ7rZ0jkCphoYwgLodr1kdshs41U9_UiBOJLPiiE6HA/s400/DSCF1707.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625838000142521842" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6uE0fatp0svtzcvsjyyxi9Ln-wB8ILz4fo02sXwo5k1ChNGBb3foZoiaeJMKuKK99KmOUUP-B_VQDXpOq9afHkeLK7QppfMvmRKpgzs5ykGt41_5EEaHiNPRVJ9rmwwqEMfSzj0EXavY/s1600/DSCF5417.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6uE0fatp0svtzcvsjyyxi9Ln-wB8ILz4fo02sXwo5k1ChNGBb3foZoiaeJMKuKK99KmOUUP-B_VQDXpOq9afHkeLK7QppfMvmRKpgzs5ykGt41_5EEaHiNPRVJ9rmwwqEMfSzj0EXavY/s400/DSCF5417.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625837984608921042" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih6pW_eNzuvUfePR1PhlCdLtXpAGmE9bHd9YfgFkZNqlo0fq9EgTbMIOC8d4XhPAFv0QKcWN0sR7XaSnGwen_b89noDAIOe192hiLhPRtZinqykPr_qU159DwzQC-BLdQEvCD-_hfhwwU/s1600/P1050398.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih6pW_eNzuvUfePR1PhlCdLtXpAGmE9bHd9YfgFkZNqlo0fq9EgTbMIOC8d4XhPAFv0QKcWN0sR7XaSnGwen_b89noDAIOe192hiLhPRtZinqykPr_qU159DwzQC-BLdQEvCD-_hfhwwU/s400/P1050398.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625837981197406610" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >My dad plays guitar and the kids LOVE it when he brings it with him on vacation. They love to sing with Papa!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7nd3cHzJogfVAnew6e4MhgpNqdX-NNet0xnlkHwPdyFp9ppRcnrkCM9cEMvfG6V6mrUzIIrcq43im_ijmqZdW2BzJGyX-NWbQ7ShhdXL0_UkMqFozahQSR0C3-bzc22alQFRhzIgVfqE/s1600/P1050214.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7nd3cHzJogfVAnew6e4MhgpNqdX-NNet0xnlkHwPdyFp9ppRcnrkCM9cEMvfG6V6mrUzIIrcq43im_ijmqZdW2BzJGyX-NWbQ7ShhdXL0_UkMqFozahQSR0C3-bzc22alQFRhzIgVfqE/s400/P1050214.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625837974525713138" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >My nephew, Luke, and me.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVmx2L9I9Lo-U01WYaugRXs2cUagbM6Z6b9GEh9JEJWpsvR8iLPJOsVQnMb7Pm8TJ0arF4Zgcl8eQoyFzQbaWNW2b6gD7uJ2vJo__fDZKUmXDeQj2FaxSTSsWCDUGv3Np6N1R5mpYUGu4/s1600/DSCF5451.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVmx2L9I9Lo-U01WYaugRXs2cUagbM6Z6b9GEh9JEJWpsvR8iLPJOsVQnMb7Pm8TJ0arF4Zgcl8eQoyFzQbaWNW2b6gD7uJ2vJo__fDZKUmXDeQj2FaxSTSsWCDUGv3Np6N1R5mpYUGu4/s400/DSCF5451.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625837955257905458" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >My brother, Dan.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >The Wonderworks Museum had this really cool ropes course. So, the men decided to try it out. I didn't realize (until after I got on and then immediately got off) how far off the ground this is. And you're only held on by a harness. Oh, by the way, everything moves!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0uaC-R3Mw_ZsykTc5P_rMqLWX_D-gp3fMi0Ut1aakYKuRm_2dbpbiUt500aNpY-MgJfzf815ph4ZTAbfWs_PXZOWR6vvg4H2S9LHQLAVwEpUIX0wnPvgnvFlODZBNVATC-ZdhOglfk6Y/s1600/DSCF5449.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0uaC-R3Mw_ZsykTc5P_rMqLWX_D-gp3fMi0Ut1aakYKuRm_2dbpbiUt500aNpY-MgJfzf815ph4ZTAbfWs_PXZOWR6vvg4H2S9LHQLAVwEpUIX0wnPvgnvFlODZBNVATC-ZdhOglfk6Y/s400/DSCF5449.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625836873751488434" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >My brother, Brett.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiliktrQThTNXwhiMEDR4n88yz0kZ5KIiujO10JRRT2rY-d5rT1yHhpSCx1i0Ib55UMhITAHwbuAm6yqAuth2Y9rkzUaJurV7C3HYM2zsVgnzzBy5kl-LDWXmax7nWILJZCOagytWx41qk/s1600/DSCF5445.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiliktrQThTNXwhiMEDR4n88yz0kZ5KIiujO10JRRT2rY-d5rT1yHhpSCx1i0Ib55UMhITAHwbuAm6yqAuth2Y9rkzUaJurV7C3HYM2zsVgnzzBy5kl-LDWXmax7nWILJZCOagytWx41qk/s400/DSCF5445.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625836870812208834" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >My dad. He was a pro at this!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis1F3aDEsQg9patdWpzMDtaiy_dcplPHgQ7ZoEQkuapK9PEB7fovLTEyZ2JQVicH9pnxP_BQqgfgv_RtEZhVx470Lthy-B2N7aGQB-w1bWrE0ZNTrsNgTFXsJUkqqbvzjZOOqJPRDqDeA/s1600/DSCF5443.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis1F3aDEsQg9patdWpzMDtaiy_dcplPHgQ7ZoEQkuapK9PEB7fovLTEyZ2JQVicH9pnxP_BQqgfgv_RtEZhVx470Lthy-B2N7aGQB-w1bWrE0ZNTrsNgTFXsJUkqqbvzjZOOqJPRDqDeA/s400/DSCF5443.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625836865069449314" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Marc</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKYxL0Cp2v06g_fZpwiXYhyFYEWtCc-ssPwgGenFfeCrfaLr6qiXs5SqbjmturXuaaaytxQzPBPAhZUAQTxTcctJ56YLjv_D7nIbYnkJe1C5dPxudr1T1jukRZvnj_kdwPu36ErQ1KDc8/s1600/DSCF5432.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKYxL0Cp2v06g_fZpwiXYhyFYEWtCc-ssPwgGenFfeCrfaLr6qiXs5SqbjmturXuaaaytxQzPBPAhZUAQTxTcctJ56YLjv_D7nIbYnkJe1C5dPxudr1T1jukRZvnj_kdwPu36ErQ1KDc8/s400/DSCF5432.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625836853380906274" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >They also had what are called 360* bikes. Marc and Brett went on this ride. Needless to say, I will never go on them. They do exactly what their name says - goes in a 360* circle.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsaGzplFlUDSTl0otcl-3xftQa-n0luYqEPBxGiVXfBnnc_nRmYRsI1753rnOLSKkugZQg-PWGp_ji9M9fH7rAQanjsxv4SinH1XG0uNlyM3M3BiDrzHeheKsRZZPG2vReSqD9j2BYQO4/s1600/DSCF5412.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsaGzplFlUDSTl0otcl-3xftQa-n0luYqEPBxGiVXfBnnc_nRmYRsI1753rnOLSKkugZQg-PWGp_ji9M9fH7rAQanjsxv4SinH1XG0uNlyM3M3BiDrzHeheKsRZZPG2vReSqD9j2BYQO4/s400/DSCF5412.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625836846865726002" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >My sweet little Eva. She loves to pose!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxdlUL8CAco6KGYw0EjVTjk6JRVUxTA5Ei13_yu0Z3unJodTrKeU4jdDztpUN9bTDD9Z0EMzVJuSbCmz48reWMraNWtdsFcJiNEGtkeLvsdc0Wg4uAZeZzLj4DiZilVHsFXCdmWkaDlsA/s1600/DSCF5389.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxdlUL8CAco6KGYw0EjVTjk6JRVUxTA5Ei13_yu0Z3unJodTrKeU4jdDztpUN9bTDD9Z0EMzVJuSbCmz48reWMraNWtdsFcJiNEGtkeLvsdc0Wg4uAZeZzLj4DiZilVHsFXCdmWkaDlsA/s400/DSCF5389.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625836081570001010" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Almost all of the grandkids.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Dz6IG1DZ7BPtsq58B_rrsiG5-CwSwsd3bd-A6ZKoerxytFovF6_E2BIndcr1_ENe79ZTH7qFtSuCDi4Nhn9LQ1jvcZIQBCJIVhnYU9xMCIiWysuHI4iExCRM2amBPdh-fa9cBKu3nDM/s1600/DSCF5366.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Dz6IG1DZ7BPtsq58B_rrsiG5-CwSwsd3bd-A6ZKoerxytFovF6_E2BIndcr1_ENe79ZTH7qFtSuCDi4Nhn9LQ1jvcZIQBCJIVhnYU9xMCIiWysuHI4iExCRM2amBPdh-fa9cBKu3nDM/s400/DSCF5366.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625836073976662082" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >On the way back from the park.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmFMixdSOtnSsfFr79qGbfJQwlDkyF0kAkOthr7XeKky-aG96pSbGKMc98qf_AlTZZNCbJwSPPjIfxxV3BXxW3Rc-a8fH2ZuHdiYNs3AHNuuAhbhT8D7bwW_zwnOKDbM9bKNNU1Fc2vcU/s1600/DSCF5348.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmFMixdSOtnSsfFr79qGbfJQwlDkyF0kAkOthr7XeKky-aG96pSbGKMc98qf_AlTZZNCbJwSPPjIfxxV3BXxW3Rc-a8fH2ZuHdiYNs3AHNuuAhbhT8D7bwW_zwnOKDbM9bKNNU1Fc2vcU/s400/DSCF5348.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625836067224630818" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >All of the grandkids ready to go for a walk.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHRNabxOw1a7X6f-uOOpRrRzn6ObCQDeHQYvhbTvXmGkbzvtJu6-9uka-kq02JCt62UEqCRwu_72WV06fSs68sR3H79RCfjkPIUyU4qgpmXr68z-kSBZS1ZFsGCD_-2J3UFHGAHmsdlng/s1600/DSCF5306.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHRNabxOw1a7X6f-uOOpRrRzn6ObCQDeHQYvhbTvXmGkbzvtJu6-9uka-kq02JCt62UEqCRwu_72WV06fSs68sR3H79RCfjkPIUyU4qgpmXr68z-kSBZS1ZFsGCD_-2J3UFHGAHmsdlng/s400/DSCF5306.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625836058614749138" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Aunt Missy and Cole.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-kHdNOeHArGEbq0PscKslibRGmb0nTmqa7ivsd2HrV7C2TyCSW4XedXuSFwAG1aEyNsppaVNRud6OzMDTuzwxiNXKh7kEbL0V6T3P52zI34_3F6lA6EWNZVhqPiSRWBY3n_-yz_NpMp4/s1600/DSCF5277.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-kHdNOeHArGEbq0PscKslibRGmb0nTmqa7ivsd2HrV7C2TyCSW4XedXuSFwAG1aEyNsppaVNRud6OzMDTuzwxiNXKh7kEbL0V6T3P52zI34_3F6lA6EWNZVhqPiSRWBY3n_-yz_NpMp4/s400/DSCF5277.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625836051757535202" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >The Smokey Mts.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKPNLq3LnjljlTCj0xMPKKlhRs6xACik_JHqnzkKTsE2I8JCrGMG0sa-A4d81nCDHRmTncYIPq3TdsipX8pXRSUWunX0wY9szdsrfJAe_axBJvm7PimcJZlecQE3BxUegUuNxFQUEx1X0/s400/DSCF1702.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625835080860153794" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Towards the end of the week, my nephew really liked feeding Eva. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4PR9eRaw7YBPdfV1-VKiV6PSlvOZWNqQhJ5t_GD9ae5b9sWmZSItv-tp1-xC12Z-JDTPgy9ix3dznHVJOTC3Ejcj0MuVXgTyZBX75TcplCg2ObwAadowHcb5hF9bzuQ-zqOrsM4XIlz4/s1600/DSCF1698.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4PR9eRaw7YBPdfV1-VKiV6PSlvOZWNqQhJ5t_GD9ae5b9sWmZSItv-tp1-xC12Z-JDTPgy9ix3dznHVJOTC3Ejcj0MuVXgTyZBX75TcplCg2ObwAadowHcb5hF9bzuQ-zqOrsM4XIlz4/s400/DSCF1698.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625835060690935922" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Cole doing what he does best - climbing!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisVXuG1zS8Cnrb9kgNmCNJF5N_XvKBqFybJ2ggELybt90s9KTTUbFa8poK_wX_Y5D3NvtRGNWmxp17UuMcQPMKO8uE7-0fAEKAgN8Jdu1vk3ht0SBLomhNDXcDmzU5T6Q2Xa4Jb8-d_aI/s1600/DSCF1690.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisVXuG1zS8Cnrb9kgNmCNJF5N_XvKBqFybJ2ggELybt90s9KTTUbFa8poK_wX_Y5D3NvtRGNWmxp17UuMcQPMKO8uE7-0fAEKAgN8Jdu1vk3ht0SBLomhNDXcDmzU5T6Q2Xa4Jb8-d_aI/s400/DSCF1690.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625835052238942530" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Run Cole, Run!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhi4HagQusmG_TsNjs324XVbu_u7hligs6D92NoB81uWGQ9rHox_kkAnCC95Pprb2uvP-4SGsUELgA83l72h_zmjIX0i5kPu65t-THcjzAY9SAwAndBYAIE9WprYSYask2a4m6MI3UR8k/s1600/DSCF1689.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhi4HagQusmG_TsNjs324XVbu_u7hligs6D92NoB81uWGQ9rHox_kkAnCC95Pprb2uvP-4SGsUELgA83l72h_zmjIX0i5kPu65t-THcjzAY9SAwAndBYAIE9WprYSYask2a4m6MI3UR8k/s400/DSCF1689.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625835044878134514" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Most of the cousins.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvuwtkkqjUIDxfED1DIjqXfEMS_2xL0VZnhaffhV2cYccq2vLCRSJspj7DsDj-Z2zi-emZSRAviBbdWfMwnqjQps025ueUIIEIqouMkNYep732K4smfhN_QIM3675dCcWuxpeWMmzpWvs/s1600/DSCF1684.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvuwtkkqjUIDxfED1DIjqXfEMS_2xL0VZnhaffhV2cYccq2vLCRSJspj7DsDj-Z2zi-emZSRAviBbdWfMwnqjQps025ueUIIEIqouMkNYep732K4smfhN_QIM3675dCcWuxpeWMmzpWvs/s400/DSCF1684.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625835033069490914" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >The reason they call it the Smokey Mtns.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >We had such a GREAT time together as a family. We're looking forward to making an annual trip down here. God has blessed me with an amazing family. Looking forward to next year's vacation together!</span></div>Marc and Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04288177914938642331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193502363842385573.post-44072151955187271452011-05-22T16:13:00.000-07:002011-05-22T17:05:53.705-07:00Winters/Rader Family Vacation - Gatlinburg, TN - May 2011 (Part 1)<div><span class="Apple-style-span" >This past week we met up with my family for a large family vacation. We rarely ever all get together at one time. With my parents in New York, a brother in Ohio and another brother in Texas, the chances of us all getting together in one place at the same time is pretty slim. Anyway, back in January we decided that we would vacation together this year. Gatlinburg seemed to be the only "central" place we could meet up. It was close for some but quite a distance for others (my parents had to drive over 16 hours). We searched tons of websites and looked at hundreds of "cabins" to find the perfect one for us. We needed something that would sleep 18 people. Finally we found one that would work. The picture below is the cabin behind us, but the one we stayed in looked almost exactly like this.</span></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8CDkNRtXmhVKrmzbBgi3ox08FpwPNwGcqLgN-XjYra_eFI_aAD9QFPL0Ro1nDwhXTn4F6vK6Pf2wspeIYEHM80RfhXTKycWV5gYz59DRKXFqKxkNRrgvmORTyZLEkncEG4QxgBQL-JPA/s1600/DSCF5291.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8CDkNRtXmhVKrmzbBgi3ox08FpwPNwGcqLgN-XjYra_eFI_aAD9QFPL0Ro1nDwhXTn4F6vK6Pf2wspeIYEHM80RfhXTKycWV5gYz59DRKXFqKxkNRrgvmORTyZLEkncEG4QxgBQL-JPA/s400/DSCF5291.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609687766787222306" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >It was a beautiful place to stay! It had 7 bedrooms and a bathroom almost off of every room. The kitchen wasn't huge but the dining room table fit 12 of us. We brought a kids table and a few ate at the bar in the kitchen. There were 3 floors to the house. The top floor had a jacuzzi tub in which the kids LOVED taking their baths. There were 3 bedrooms up there as well. The main floor had the kitchen/dining room, living room, master bedroom and bathroom. Then the bottom floor had 3 bedrooms, laundry room, game room and hot tub. One of the bedrooms on that floor had a set of bunk beds and also a king sized bed. Since the room was so large, my 3 older girls slept in there along with my niece. Also, Eva slept in the closet (it was big enough for her pack-n-play to fit into). The game room was used non-stop as there was an air hockey table (that the kids used) and a pool table (that the adults used). The adults also took full advantage of the hot tub. We had a great time in there just laughing with each other. Anyway, on to the next pictures.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >On Sunday we woke up and headed to a church not too far away from the cabin. It was a nice church and we really enjoyed it. That afternoon, after the kids got up from their naps, we went down to the park that was just down the hill from the cabin. The kids had so much fun there!!! Here are some pictures from that.<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHiKBeBWnGWaX2nK1iuuRrRcr6dTkoPT783wrN2U9wr4D-JniRjESKcPvQFa5J4oNrXsNqYanAnZgqVF1nyTR-wxin2fgb4Rgy8UdqpLn5a-co2S3lL9gnL_RQtNbeCl9jIKbbzGb6DWs/s1600/DSCF5352.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHiKBeBWnGWaX2nK1iuuRrRcr6dTkoPT783wrN2U9wr4D-JniRjESKcPvQFa5J4oNrXsNqYanAnZgqVF1nyTR-wxin2fgb4Rgy8UdqpLn5a-co2S3lL9gnL_RQtNbeCl9jIKbbzGb6DWs/s400/DSCF5352.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609687764612536786" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Our group picture - we were missing my sister-in-law, Emily, as she had to drive down (she has a broken foot).</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVuhYzLLFyqxgKI2PEs6BUbY-dqaZnOEPI-3gkCCVG_g1JU_EfSezaPmKthXdXXlZHUq-twLYBSO-jm5ua45b214InDdttreOGDBbSAvmG0JBBRUoxZYTUbv2j9xrzqu3rdDY9gqPyurw/s1600/P1050286.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVuhYzLLFyqxgKI2PEs6BUbY-dqaZnOEPI-3gkCCVG_g1JU_EfSezaPmKthXdXXlZHUq-twLYBSO-jm5ua45b214InDdttreOGDBbSAvmG0JBBRUoxZYTUbv2j9xrzqu3rdDY9gqPyurw/s400/P1050286.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609687338103227506" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Three of the cousins.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEFE7-iEJVr10F5LYi7gH5wGEJEKVNbwpG_mPZFCfo9n4C3bGpOjDsRI5ja9jLVQKQxdJmwx5gobQZARLWoZd0R2KYHM6PffyTgbXe4DOHiAZyJgAa1mBYDls0tz4vju0kqIAzjoRt-fg/s1600/P1050283.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEFE7-iEJVr10F5LYi7gH5wGEJEKVNbwpG_mPZFCfo9n4C3bGpOjDsRI5ja9jLVQKQxdJmwx5gobQZARLWoZd0R2KYHM6PffyTgbXe4DOHiAZyJgAa1mBYDls0tz4vju0kqIAzjoRt-fg/s400/P1050283.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609687332596362994" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >My Maggie Rose</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNruZhUEp7IjblYPtgyVzDBfHNXhbDe7_FxAte8ypfdfn6inxCGET8_POlTrWlKawEKgByWqW7iuubK98Pr6x0-dwsQ1aPe8pT-ME3_9IAA-kXh_2Ugqi_7QKZomJozBUl2g3BwYcu8P0/s1600/P1050281.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNruZhUEp7IjblYPtgyVzDBfHNXhbDe7_FxAte8ypfdfn6inxCGET8_POlTrWlKawEKgByWqW7iuubK98Pr6x0-dwsQ1aPe8pT-ME3_9IAA-kXh_2Ugqi_7QKZomJozBUl2g3BwYcu8P0/s400/P1050281.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609687328575147362" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >My nephew, Luke.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggbtvu_BuBc69D5-_cMuosIjoPzxHNAOXzjidvMooVGoaHYhZ961MEuc7qreXsrj2PmN7EFChslvcvKeFSr0aPCGP65xlLX16HXYzezGZmbIZAk2AVIdJHmGEap2nz4ZyW4l3Ce4Vdbow/s1600/P1050258.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggbtvu_BuBc69D5-_cMuosIjoPzxHNAOXzjidvMooVGoaHYhZ961MEuc7qreXsrj2PmN7EFChslvcvKeFSr0aPCGP65xlLX16HXYzezGZmbIZAk2AVIdJHmGEap2nz4ZyW4l3Ce4Vdbow/s400/P1050258.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609687324897958850" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >My brothers, sister-in law and mother. I wish I could do that!!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQpqVbqshUOeHeN981fbQu-ciICjQ5n5-UXcEvI7atFmtIeNXPwWvNcFpx9EhstQ_zskyAnN-eeM5ltxwV-bjPBqnd8VAiJYLS2exlgURh51Ht_goMEBrZAhyIeAfurNb3qvHkKLCncbI/s1600/DSCF1698.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQpqVbqshUOeHeN981fbQu-ciICjQ5n5-UXcEvI7atFmtIeNXPwWvNcFpx9EhstQ_zskyAnN-eeM5ltxwV-bjPBqnd8VAiJYLS2exlgURh51Ht_goMEBrZAhyIeAfurNb3qvHkKLCncbI/s400/DSCF1698.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609685939296491154" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Cole - he LOVES to climb!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkSNdqDZD8F9oU54YMLPQPVAyOA9-zUuwMCE6a9tVzC_Tn0i4eo_nm-8Zr8KwbfKPu_NDA9DrfN54AN2EuioA9POKXYVxwi0YoWS6Z5EYhYF_EEt4lSy4pOOGuTI0YcM0yV9TaHoEzVm4/s1600/DSCF1690.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkSNdqDZD8F9oU54YMLPQPVAyOA9-zUuwMCE6a9tVzC_Tn0i4eo_nm-8Zr8KwbfKPu_NDA9DrfN54AN2EuioA9POKXYVxwi0YoWS6Z5EYhYF_EEt4lSy4pOOGuTI0YcM0yV9TaHoEzVm4/s400/DSCF1690.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609685933897711906" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Run Cole, Run!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Xem8uJjaErtZA6OXZWZJejzKsjz031JE4xvkkZXgOzg8p568z-nFP4i8DAyqGSAEJZhydW1uozb_5kptcFxZXyyuIR6rbt59igTqdvWLl5D_4jRgPXMpY8UJpQDFFBd5KDa13Z_eNUA/s1600/DSCF1693.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Xem8uJjaErtZA6OXZWZJejzKsjz031JE4xvkkZXgOzg8p568z-nFP4i8DAyqGSAEJZhydW1uozb_5kptcFxZXyyuIR6rbt59igTqdvWLl5D_4jRgPXMpY8UJpQDFFBd5KDa13Z_eNUA/s400/DSCF1693.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609685925933793250" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >My nephew, Alex.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsSOA_WKCq6MAnrQP564-xQ5Y_JEUPz02uTXnvEwrJlnJO4qy9S9R-8RqGx0bO-4PsS8xn_aTQNmdZc1Tt3NLhUkPCdiYMUERfx-eROkO0W-80Vpu7ki0eRHIocw_vUMll4D9C9Iipcbk/s1600/DSCF1658.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsSOA_WKCq6MAnrQP564-xQ5Y_JEUPz02uTXnvEwrJlnJO4qy9S9R-8RqGx0bO-4PsS8xn_aTQNmdZc1Tt3NLhUkPCdiYMUERfx-eROkO0W-80Vpu7ki0eRHIocw_vUMll4D9C9Iipcbk/s400/DSCF1658.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609685919438929970" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >My dad with his two youngest grandsons.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAZkU6sG512JHZGYixk9gWfyYkFK4zdmlNVEU4zln3-Ek7ZuEpHoGIkSJLsxzYK1NgegsDz6yW3x4qczlIpOfUqiMgeEJtpRF5st2nlALLVUiFed8-eSN6eDSDtZREJchtlTODBCHY-8w/s1600/DSCF1659.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAZkU6sG512JHZGYixk9gWfyYkFK4zdmlNVEU4zln3-Ek7ZuEpHoGIkSJLsxzYK1NgegsDz6yW3x4qczlIpOfUqiMgeEJtpRF5st2nlALLVUiFed8-eSN6eDSDtZREJchtlTODBCHY-8w/s400/DSCF1659.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609685915998242578" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >My sister-in-law, Emily and her son, Jack.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWESNmC_KHR5NSzfXenkbgpQx5gXum7kxIU_PhKufUvJOmciIdDbNt2VaX40_Mm6bKIYMN9hkO2oG0idflRtTnVxJI_xhL5uYdip6qmGWAaakpJ2dqxH_mXzJDJtw5f0tDUQjhv8lLMRg/s1600/DSCF1655.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWESNmC_KHR5NSzfXenkbgpQx5gXum7kxIU_PhKufUvJOmciIdDbNt2VaX40_Mm6bKIYMN9hkO2oG0idflRtTnVxJI_xhL5uYdip6qmGWAaakpJ2dqxH_mXzJDJtw5f0tDUQjhv8lLMRg/s400/DSCF1655.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609685074839102770" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >My sister-in-law, Melissa and her son, Alex.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTxdw8rWEmK_18Q4nmR9fgpwXhuGfolC9mNh1q7KJ-jQ-nkgaBoKeHJhjnz35fUzL8IB0Dha8Xu1dWcjpWVsfkLTs5HPN1NQvw1dKZwgn1IjobWC5Mb2rdOoTDSw3kdTHDAf_6BVVvVcM/s1600/DSCF1650.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTxdw8rWEmK_18Q4nmR9fgpwXhuGfolC9mNh1q7KJ-jQ-nkgaBoKeHJhjnz35fUzL8IB0Dha8Xu1dWcjpWVsfkLTs5HPN1NQvw1dKZwgn1IjobWC5Mb2rdOoTDSw3kdTHDAf_6BVVvVcM/s400/DSCF1650.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609685070468854898" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Marc and his two youngest.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitcLHXIS0iSCznZrOjbZmdsTBiht1tU9iHNvGC_ok3i733Gz9LAYieUWtrzNB2r_9VkCVF4KY1LtRmZ6txAJ3ndJpPA-CvgMxawdGIaMcU6DOpYmoLTLtoFVVf-XOtr23RqMRJAvp_QjY/s1600/DSCF1645.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitcLHXIS0iSCznZrOjbZmdsTBiht1tU9iHNvGC_ok3i733Gz9LAYieUWtrzNB2r_9VkCVF4KY1LtRmZ6txAJ3ndJpPA-CvgMxawdGIaMcU6DOpYmoLTLtoFVVf-XOtr23RqMRJAvp_QjY/s400/DSCF1645.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609685066953943618" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Maggie</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj09EdFenqHGMnUhq5vxzuD8LjsNyhn3gX_aJlLRT_WwXOxPPGqguZd_i-_y2eBx2iZXw2Tcl_LCNS4YQSp4_znDf4Vk8BvXYfRd3BrmZLKfdHRSdvUapaPem4nNu83tv9rjRc3MyDo_rY/s1600/DSCF1644.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj09EdFenqHGMnUhq5vxzuD8LjsNyhn3gX_aJlLRT_WwXOxPPGqguZd_i-_y2eBx2iZXw2Tcl_LCNS4YQSp4_znDf4Vk8BvXYfRd3BrmZLKfdHRSdvUapaPem4nNu83tv9rjRc3MyDo_rY/s400/DSCF1644.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609685060994953314" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Lily</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >A few days later, we headed out to explore the town of Gatlinburg. We were house-bound for a few days as it rained non-stop Monday through Wednesday morning. My aunt who lives in South Carolina came to visit for a day. Anyway, we went out to breakfast and then took a trolley ride around the town. It was fun just being together.</span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpPmFVzZfZttlPC_g3Ngh8vzcqk7CpkXmRvpq3uIIHiJhRk3QzJImqfSeSTnrh2fAcS9MXBT_mCyrUS8gBRL44N7oClbaymm05fvVWpKwmZICgvepexlbbx2rrYXIuBhWaXDbGn7CaFGo/s1600/DSCF1672.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpPmFVzZfZttlPC_g3Ngh8vzcqk7CpkXmRvpq3uIIHiJhRk3QzJImqfSeSTnrh2fAcS9MXBT_mCyrUS8gBRL44N7oClbaymm05fvVWpKwmZICgvepexlbbx2rrYXIuBhWaXDbGn7CaFGo/s400/DSCF1672.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609683939803545794" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Alex and Lily - our two athletes. They were together the whole trip.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwGH5e8I9bw5u7YvKFLcmtmtg61VEd38lIAd9veIWEZeuuzZrXZOiQF7AYY_XopCcoVarlM0qo4bV0U8ipMfd_cY-ENkzGSBsjwxcRU-tJ25e8kIC40Sb4R10apwvhr3XRdZM3xKWYWj8/s1600/DSCF1673.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwGH5e8I9bw5u7YvKFLcmtmtg61VEd38lIAd9veIWEZeuuzZrXZOiQF7AYY_XopCcoVarlM0qo4bV0U8ipMfd_cY-ENkzGSBsjwxcRU-tJ25e8kIC40Sb4R10apwvhr3XRdZM3xKWYWj8/s400/DSCF1673.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609683930951810498" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Emily and Jack</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCC5BUJjCECh_vLgKzdfZZc5wuVWDCTl_-HhD0P3jmu0-2iheJtI3kH0QzhoGmUOYd9WMhIzD3NFEVE_8M8OuDSAoo5Xzc1hLfOGy3U3RhuCP-h-iRGpqWIkK09hy05IZWApAlTDhiMFc/s1600/DSCF1674.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaH4NAeuoygZtBlzsfG_qxVOzlQvhOVjK5-gOYMKtc4L16AlG1de0_GYtqIjLfLQVCJ5-KpkU8owAjHWcVrxci6gmIaSnu6sJE8ua11gPA-ZJDj5WC2YO2CkIoFhgHFp-YWprGkE6rLkg/s400/DSCF1680.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609683262381189234" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Melissa and Ben</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCLBbrKsMPhX-PFqGzCfchETGGJQR8x5PW5Dcdw54Io3lHuwaO1XtuxnvAkCFUdslfoqVk1YQ__iDb8nwQVYkpptoW_4N-YipLh9JqRK5DZ8paw-b-s1bB0TZaBcksn6AsstbiTK_FdoE/s1600/DSCF1682.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCLBbrKsMPhX-PFqGzCfchETGGJQR8x5PW5Dcdw54Io3lHuwaO1XtuxnvAkCFUdslfoqVk1YQ__iDb8nwQVYkpptoW_4N-YipLh9JqRK5DZ8paw-b-s1bB0TZaBcksn6AsstbiTK_FdoE/s400/DSCF1682.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609683257218378914" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Aunt Karen, Cole, Eva and me</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCOjSdZ-6V66R4-eJe7K1IA0K00a9D4oXRPoqg2zsFHGfgdhSTor0y-FVWqtvu03HeHWW5zaH3R9yeezomZduwusbdIQa77ZJrJ4r3SYVMytfsjcFQtl4ACXuUXNlAOZBxZJ78CJeHUKQ/s1600/DSCF1683.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCOjSdZ-6V66R4-eJe7K1IA0K00a9D4oXRPoqg2zsFHGfgdhSTor0y-FVWqtvu03HeHWW5zaH3R9yeezomZduwusbdIQa77ZJrJ4r3SYVMytfsjcFQtl4ACXuUXNlAOZBxZJ78CJeHUKQ/s400/DSCF1683.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609683252877631634" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Maggie, Marc, Lily and Alex</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0kgGuojXAS5hCxTBZ_vsu9QGgaCxO5oP3cgD667y-5IRaZrGAPdrdkPx5OovfgAM5PLnfV9ho0MNPIadHSBONZ-6T_csYEVJTY-adxN3c_W8NO9RdkTapueBSvqjDLzAv7RgfzV3doR4/s1600/DSCF1678.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0kgGuojXAS5hCxTBZ_vsu9QGgaCxO5oP3cgD667y-5IRaZrGAPdrdkPx5OovfgAM5PLnfV9ho0MNPIadHSBONZ-6T_csYEVJTY-adxN3c_W8NO9RdkTapueBSvqjDLzAv7RgfzV3doR4/s400/DSCF1678.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609683247022121634" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >The whole crew (minus Marc - he was taking the picture).</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >There is definitely a ton more pictures. Those will follow in a later post. All I have to say is: WE HAD A GREAT TIME!!!</span></div>Marc and Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04288177914938642331noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193502363842385573.post-10783122290415312172011-04-09T12:01:00.000-07:002011-04-09T17:32:38.650-07:00For Mimi<div><span class="Apple-style-span" >This video was originally made for mimi from Cole. He wanted to show mimi how he says his ABC's. He's very proud of himself. So here you go, mimi. A video just for you!</span></div><div><br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxYx-ntUgdnptDhG3ActcZ6CcilBmS1ksaimHmRjuaIHQClfuV39VzaGdkVpwOFJf3Az1KsZiSSXKLoKUKZuA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><div><br /></div>Marc and Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04288177914938642331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193502363842385573.post-15417671912707964192011-01-31T08:45:00.000-08:002011-01-31T09:22:42.677-08:00Family Pictures<div><span class="Apple-style-span" >When were were in Texas for Christmas this past year, we were able to get our first family pictures taken by a dear friend of mine and also my sister-in-law's sister. We thought she did a wonderful job considering Cole didn't really want to cooperate (he had slept terribly the night before and was just out-of-sorts that day). Here are just a few of our favorites.</span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvLXllMpXQhyphenhyphenSL3uXyQBjF-ezmi0_R9XAcxhkrcEZhsn7Piqu86v4fKfG7lGyxE0fANv9JtpLJGUzojfXI8HDMuT3VgIIocKkxmbexMQ092i5QIViY84bqaIZPg-KGO6-I9JEILj7NOyc/s1600/Raders-79.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvLXllMpXQhyphenhyphenSL3uXyQBjF-ezmi0_R9XAcxhkrcEZhsn7Piqu86v4fKfG7lGyxE0fANv9JtpLJGUzojfXI8HDMuT3VgIIocKkxmbexMQ092i5QIViY84bqaIZPg-KGO6-I9JEILj7NOyc/s400/Raders-79.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568399874021056178" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Our very first family picture.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ojO-R6nJIQIGrjBr4SADOMhd07fLuqG2PxrtNN7gCQQbqGkaymuFpNyZ1eiCVsCxdw0m4IuyAg3aVC2cqTGsklPzRDjZL1rmPvVUCwV56WK-WowgaN7pz1_vF7D4cfKVER_p9WNCt_0/s1600/Raders-4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ojO-R6nJIQIGrjBr4SADOMhd07fLuqG2PxrtNN7gCQQbqGkaymuFpNyZ1eiCVsCxdw0m4IuyAg3aVC2cqTGsklPzRDjZL1rmPvVUCwV56WK-WowgaN7pz1_vF7D4cfKVER_p9WNCt_0/s400/Raders-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568399147219248834" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Our many blessings.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >(As you can see, Cole had already started to melt down.)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiNuXHhYkqfXeKofyUFPVao8C4mGIR1NZ29JSS8sE_TinQdW-dtD-VyAeACkEVnZWq0eDYIVG9_sh0rAmTiiMG14D0QiBuQgjtk6AMCgUQ3aVF6Jj0h5aXm0Am6yKV4x4lmQPhDzoLDPI/s1600/Raders-15-2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiNuXHhYkqfXeKofyUFPVao8C4mGIR1NZ29JSS8sE_TinQdW-dtD-VyAeACkEVnZWq0eDYIVG9_sh0rAmTiiMG14D0QiBuQgjtk6AMCgUQ3aVF6Jj0h5aXm0Am6yKV4x4lmQPhDzoLDPI/s400/Raders-15-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568399136829461794" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Sisters.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi86IBHtp7bzvHbYbOC5cxfGpnp70_N3S2QppeyfpAETkBCR1GJ52ltn4Rh_pLd1m3VtleQQVH6tph_d5Szm_cSycJjHRJLMPYHs4hm4cyBJNV4Qoa8rML9XcFyiBCiU7hPec9OKvAN0O0/s1600/Raders-13-2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi86IBHtp7bzvHbYbOC5cxfGpnp70_N3S2QppeyfpAETkBCR1GJ52ltn4Rh_pLd1m3VtleQQVH6tph_d5Szm_cSycJjHRJLMPYHs4hm4cyBJNV4Qoa8rML9XcFyiBCiU7hPec9OKvAN0O0/s400/Raders-13-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568399130696356242" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Cole (eating cheerios)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >That was the only way that we could get pictures of him.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik6Ll1gLHZihXnEayRVeJt2MK1s-AOX07C-PyQ9rn5XepcIJ_IxtX9Rdf-d-4rPL_zAMWqwQr_sIIpndMPfgZ09b776-XHg4VvQCiYhInZQ7tLzFyzhyGUR4ziV2vY-hnmLHvPnB20zEE/s1600/Raders-3-2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik6Ll1gLHZihXnEayRVeJt2MK1s-AOX07C-PyQ9rn5XepcIJ_IxtX9Rdf-d-4rPL_zAMWqwQr_sIIpndMPfgZ09b776-XHg4VvQCiYhInZQ7tLzFyzhyGUR4ziV2vY-hnmLHvPnB20zEE/s400/Raders-3-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568397663093652738" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Our sweet Eva.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7zMzVC1qzTyJyE5eEcfigUGdhjUtujt4Y58Zr5hqiQ741kFnKb_Dvy28TH7sju2rW33NYuQhwaIVm47pshvAtDF4kQ4RyX07Ue8ubB0t_6FCr-W2tQXnl09w9-kV3cSg939GJ6VxTzqg/s1600/Raders-138.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7zMzVC1qzTyJyE5eEcfigUGdhjUtujt4Y58Zr5hqiQ741kFnKb_Dvy28TH7sju2rW33NYuQhwaIVm47pshvAtDF4kQ4RyX07Ue8ubB0t_6FCr-W2tQXnl09w9-kV3cSg939GJ6VxTzqg/s400/Raders-138.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568397659943019794" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Maggie and Emma.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVTVamLktU7s3f2CF_LyOHz8N3DbYTLxIh5KopVR5elYyZ7Lk6YEvpSosjacfymdbiyNNQ83yEsnWKY9sClRMMD6ySSO6ixHWhzEk7snodd_pK2WWXoEz0gUHvmcoyl5YJ0XLaMG8fy64/s1600/Raders-62.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVTVamLktU7s3f2CF_LyOHz8N3DbYTLxIh5KopVR5elYyZ7Lk6YEvpSosjacfymdbiyNNQ83yEsnWKY9sClRMMD6ySSO6ixHWhzEk7snodd_pK2WWXoEz0gUHvmcoyl5YJ0XLaMG8fy64/s400/Raders-62.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568397653072518882" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Sister giggles and best friends.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLnoyIKD7dE5ivH1z8OZklEt_mgmMA6ntx1NxO8z-r0-MmS0x4z_DtYfU5vyClvqy1kyNeXX7qRPh_Kyt76b22gPKxbgXExPE58OyWFPgD-ZDVfB-tngXklt3Rgycyivtx6tb4ceddCK8/s1600/Raders-41.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLnoyIKD7dE5ivH1z8OZklEt_mgmMA6ntx1NxO8z-r0-MmS0x4z_DtYfU5vyClvqy1kyNeXX7qRPh_Kyt76b22gPKxbgXExPE58OyWFPgD-ZDVfB-tngXklt3Rgycyivtx6tb4ceddCK8/s400/Raders-41.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568396571706895250" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >We had a series of pictures taken of Marc with all of the girls individually. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Here's the one of him and Emma.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBzl4-OTajb7mqYBU6waVYgk7uhqr_LvvDIEAw8slAiKtppIvSK4d4WCPN1E4s2buh8xgCMo3h6qdOIKPPRVoyWF6Jt4SDPUv2QHoFrzX9p1SGfz9BpjXSvoL5jnPeRcewBQi7qnWLJDg/s1600/Raders-48.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBzl4-OTajb7mqYBU6waVYgk7uhqr_LvvDIEAw8slAiKtppIvSK4d4WCPN1E4s2buh8xgCMo3h6qdOIKPPRVoyWF6Jt4SDPUv2QHoFrzX9p1SGfz9BpjXSvoL5jnPeRcewBQi7qnWLJDg/s400/Raders-48.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568396557894193954" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Marc and Lily</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgueyNMFk3_-bhf5M9Zu6FTfrEsOOztg1x54r5q-H5lDBUbgD9fCCmAEsfOjBvZ_OqhTNnTHbApjsQt928ywnJ3TE1n4KKstlQsjftPUfu2lodDNit8t2ljA2lf5-H4_XflC7eNDSk5VUQ/s1600/Raders-45.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgueyNMFk3_-bhf5M9Zu6FTfrEsOOztg1x54r5q-H5lDBUbgD9fCCmAEsfOjBvZ_OqhTNnTHbApjsQt928ywnJ3TE1n4KKstlQsjftPUfu2lodDNit8t2ljA2lf5-H4_XflC7eNDSk5VUQ/s400/Raders-45.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568396546700186754" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Marc and Maggie</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir17qKnM7JJit-sVXpVyvqhLlb0Ljiv-Ve6WxdzZCuq0W-pNLXcdUWQamhy_tueUmQPBkCkpSfSdnGSUz-2_tCw40KpyJ6bvExO65hkcg11jFLKNQK1Jh4LOOTKeRGdDyvx8Fbdf2tHUM/s1600/Raders-38.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir17qKnM7JJit-sVXpVyvqhLlb0Ljiv-Ve6WxdzZCuq0W-pNLXcdUWQamhy_tueUmQPBkCkpSfSdnGSUz-2_tCw40KpyJ6bvExO65hkcg11jFLKNQK1Jh4LOOTKeRGdDyvx8Fbdf2tHUM/s400/Raders-38.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568395322126591858" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Marc and me</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP7RPFYdPMu-SiUO-pD9mSI_FtL9enUFGJwBe841mPyjlC5MpLmYZYEvULmD_8uVxryDJLMLOEgBQO3BMUkiuBVaxAXKL_WARtx4GCeMPZZnFgh-Lc8XZPx2KSRVaFWSMKTIDKFGIeTgI/s1600/Raders-26.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP7RPFYdPMu-SiUO-pD9mSI_FtL9enUFGJwBe841mPyjlC5MpLmYZYEvULmD_8uVxryDJLMLOEgBQO3BMUkiuBVaxAXKL_WARtx4GCeMPZZnFgh-Lc8XZPx2KSRVaFWSMKTIDKFGIeTgI/s400/Raders-26.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568395317525504450" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Daddy and his boy!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoe7I4c2dz_Iv9IwkgDfAKRAspkLiFSdPiE3SXR3gjZHJ-_vJAMn9tCSTaL7aiinxHMyDmoWQagnD_vhhaDFBk2Auku6PGn0HGLWpYX-2Gvofr2SNxDFWe1kN-QOs8oEia_P3adwwo8g4/s1600/Raders-6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoe7I4c2dz_Iv9IwkgDfAKRAspkLiFSdPiE3SXR3gjZHJ-_vJAMn9tCSTaL7aiinxHMyDmoWQagnD_vhhaDFBk2Auku6PGn0HGLWpYX-2Gvofr2SNxDFWe1kN-QOs8oEia_P3adwwo8g4/s400/Raders-6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568395307349739426" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Eva and mommy</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3AouWU5yEV_Led4fGo0vWI-RKNpWnUGgvpNqVQGZYlCFBsYTMaMdQsJ9b0CmrQddIoFKQynXi1uvI8adItXt2io__zGcrgiPJjcThHUmMFoWBidjeoTd_Vqy2m5TeomuESD3zRokGXw0/s1600/Raders-4-2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3AouWU5yEV_Led4fGo0vWI-RKNpWnUGgvpNqVQGZYlCFBsYTMaMdQsJ9b0CmrQddIoFKQynXi1uvI8adItXt2io__zGcrgiPJjcThHUmMFoWBidjeoTd_Vqy2m5TeomuESD3zRokGXw0/s400/Raders-4-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568394193056140738" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >This was my most favorite picture out of all the ones taken!</span></div>Marc and Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04288177914938642331noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193502363842385573.post-83826472654607147782010-12-29T12:42:00.000-08:002010-12-29T13:13:53.020-08:00Definitely Protected<div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Anticipation was building as we were leaving for Texas for Christmas. We had been looking forward to going and had everything ready to go. The suitcases were all packed and loaded up in the van and all the gifts for the kids were packed and ready to be opened on Christmas morning. Marc came home from work and went to bed shortly after he came home so he could get some sleep as he was the first one driving and we were going to leave around midnight on Christmas Eve. It was a 16 hour drive down to my brother's house - no big deal, we've done that trip before. As always, we prayed before we left that God would keep us safe. Little did we know that that little prayer would pay off.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >We decided to follow the GPS instead of taking the last route that we took this past summer. We never follow the GPS without anything else, but forgot to print off the directions before we left. The GPS took us through St. Louis (which was beautiful, by the way - the arch was AMAZING!). But just south of St. Louis, it started to snow and it was snowing hard! The roads got slick fast and we went from driving 70 mph to 35 mph. We did that for a few hours and then pulled off to get some gas and breakfast. Marc talked to some people at a gas station and we decided to take an alternate route that would put us south faster and get us out of the snow quicker. And it did just that. We were finally going faster, the snow was gone and it was raining out. We could deal with the rain. Then Marc asked me if we wanted to stop at the McDonald's, get the kids some lunch and then go from there. I decided we should wait just a little longer and we headed on. Little did we know that that was the road we were supposed to turn on. We kept going (in the wrong direction) and 5 minutes after I made the decision to not stop, we were hit by an oncoming car. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I had just closed my eyes and heard, "Oh no!". I opened them just in time to see a small silver car plow into the driver's side of the van. All of the kids screamed at the impact and then there was dead silence. She hit us hard enough that it sent us off the road. We went through a small woods (amazingly we didn't hit any trees) and came to a complete stop about 6 feet shy of plowing through someone's mobile home (wouldn't that have been a Merry Christmas for them). We did a kid check and found that everyone was o.k. I looked at Marc and he had a small bump over his eye (from his head hitting the air bag). The ambulance was called, the cops were called and there were people who saw the accident that stopped and helped. We pulled the kids out and had them checked out by the EMT's. The girl that hit us was o.k., too. The people who saw the accident, put our children in their warm vehicle (it was freezing out that day) and fed them snacks and entertained them for 2 HOURS!!! I couldn't believe that they did that! That was so nice of them. We called the insurance company and then the rental car company. Enterprise wouldn't bring a vehicle to us and we didn't know what to do. Then one of the EMT's said that he just happened to drive his wife's Cadillac Escalade to work that morning. We know that it wasn't a just happening for him - it was God playing a hand in this whole thing. One of the bosses drove us 1 1/2 hours down to the rental place - we waited 30 minutes for our rental and then had to drive 1 1/2 back north to get everything out of our van and into the rental van. So, our accident was at 10:30 am - and we didn't get back on the road to head to TX until 7:00 pm. We were off the road for 8 1/2 hours and still had 8 hours to go. It was a long day. What was supposed to be a 16 hour drive, turned into a 26 hour drive. We were wiped out but just so thankful that God kept us safe. The accident could have been so much worse. The car that hit us ran right into Marc and Eva. We could have been spending Christmas in a hospital, but we didn't. We were in TX on Christmas day! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >God definitely protected us! We are so thankful our family is alright. Except for some minor bumps and bruises and no van, there would have been no sign that we were in an accident. He is so amazing! And we are so thankful that He kept us safe that day!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" > </span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmHkFwrgyJbiNWBhGLMiDGlzCOjljnbV-J-2cgc7YZckiahRTn9XQI3TndRACyYlHSB2IB8EUKoumQGoHXunONt5t3QKsfkXGkg2CtBs8589-XQnfMRq_zYmyAKMrvu0-ciTQ8mvnwivs/s1600/DSCF1469.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmHkFwrgyJbiNWBhGLMiDGlzCOjljnbV-J-2cgc7YZckiahRTn9XQI3TndRACyYlHSB2IB8EUKoumQGoHXunONt5t3QKsfkXGkg2CtBs8589-XQnfMRq_zYmyAKMrvu0-ciTQ8mvnwivs/s400/DSCF1469.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556208197294172690" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >(The mobile home that we almost drove through - we don't know how we stopped in time)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKZ-PHKegHkIW3ba70oElz5uFEbY90itqEb9cB5pnqcNlTR7DkE-0mLFVn3DvCwyyKonKirKrz_Zk76wUS8ObpypSRN3pqcMYHpg-i7fRLmgdn6ERtJ808KlCP7vh1xs7HTCYBTu7JE14/s1600/DSCF1465.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKZ-PHKegHkIW3ba70oElz5uFEbY90itqEb9cB5pnqcNlTR7DkE-0mLFVn3DvCwyyKonKirKrz_Zk76wUS8ObpypSRN3pqcMYHpg-i7fRLmgdn6ERtJ808KlCP7vh1xs7HTCYBTu7JE14/s400/DSCF1465.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556208192206902290" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw-YGNyijvAXZihPHZtG8uDVtFluiHTV5FDroZLoJ8kIDwoLtpwotIa4sFbR_mnMLXW-jjQWXytuj5gVCWy01EWyD84txjb5HDbKYrjiD44_nhkLtCWrjQZv4ZTH9fhcxNhYdL0Ev1_jw/s1600/DSCF1467.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw-YGNyijvAXZihPHZtG8uDVtFluiHTV5FDroZLoJ8kIDwoLtpwotIa4sFbR_mnMLXW-jjQWXytuj5gVCWy01EWyD84txjb5HDbKYrjiD44_nhkLtCWrjQZv4ZTH9fhcxNhYdL0Ev1_jw/s400/DSCF1467.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556208185782179490" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >(You can see the woods in the background that we went through. It's amazing that we didn't hit any trees or the wood piles!)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN2kNlnestbVQAZzI-ifqaKKp7ekcpa6rA2N56eg4dvOPonJb4thAMXplxfqDOxe61rtAcGZLc3o463by_78lWdD3aLj-4A3c_RAcTjZOgy7XH74hmx5U_s6K4jbjyth494YQZGb8Ln2I/s1600/DSCF1470.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN2kNlnestbVQAZzI-ifqaKKp7ekcpa6rA2N56eg4dvOPonJb4thAMXplxfqDOxe61rtAcGZLc3o463by_78lWdD3aLj-4A3c_RAcTjZOgy7XH74hmx5U_s6K4jbjyth494YQZGb8Ln2I/s400/DSCF1470.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556207875959613858" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrSUmrQ5oN4BW1NKyqn1e1RmEOCaIrCCLx2akAML9UuAHYccjz-q53TPzA4e1N6TVVh-J_ORgwIV3dDrdFj0qFCF_yGGJvAEKBHb-7ztlkuRuxIeb_8D2Cd9xZxIh4dWUyiKjzJQ1tEwo/s1600/DSCF1472.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrSUmrQ5oN4BW1NKyqn1e1RmEOCaIrCCLx2akAML9UuAHYccjz-q53TPzA4e1N6TVVh-J_ORgwIV3dDrdFj0qFCF_yGGJvAEKBHb-7ztlkuRuxIeb_8D2Cd9xZxIh4dWUyiKjzJQ1tEwo/s400/DSCF1472.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556207872022849154" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgub1USsC2D_HiSf9wlFIcrMf1ZgD64UIzAqR9h9caSvhV2QpBKkwDu4JIR_wzTbuX73IjfY8Y9GXhE0Glq0oDbU4ak7j5zRTaJdV2dQO45j83nuIDmazdFWdLd_tVu-ngOaq95ieQmn9U/s1600/DSCF1473.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgub1USsC2D_HiSf9wlFIcrMf1ZgD64UIzAqR9h9caSvhV2QpBKkwDu4JIR_wzTbuX73IjfY8Y9GXhE0Glq0oDbU4ak7j5zRTaJdV2dQO45j83nuIDmazdFWdLd_tVu-ngOaq95ieQmn9U/s400/DSCF1473.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556207869759199282" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVcRyUOb29d8r_0sjZkYzaboBojS6x5qp6Y0dXl38XAcunTkDMbI2F9RxSCZ0mXFZ7-VnrO5VzRtcaXMWAphF5USiEYbxxWPGf40Ig8IegIYEWmqo-Y5Db-l_OwNA0aIt7kUxZxVPcoQM/s1600/DSCF1474.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVcRyUOb29d8r_0sjZkYzaboBojS6x5qp6Y0dXl38XAcunTkDMbI2F9RxSCZ0mXFZ7-VnrO5VzRtcaXMWAphF5USiEYbxxWPGf40Ig8IegIYEWmqo-Y5Db-l_OwNA0aIt7kUxZxVPcoQM/s400/DSCF1474.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556207866689370482" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMylZ2h5omFWmu3TwWhyphenhyphenSiKy1zwc8f4hzA_boeLpSu9EY0LuLApF8VPBH9shMT0QQ59B2xYAiWtcMjhQjQ1VBAixJnlMlaGW-5PFB6lyRddJiT6LhvsvsIC1OsHGc387dNhORtE8AH42w/s1600/DSCF1466.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMylZ2h5omFWmu3TwWhyphenhyphenSiKy1zwc8f4hzA_boeLpSu9EY0LuLApF8VPBH9shMT0QQ59B2xYAiWtcMjhQjQ1VBAixJnlMlaGW-5PFB6lyRddJiT6LhvsvsIC1OsHGc387dNhORtE8AH42w/s400/DSCF1466.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556207859753371186" /></a>Marc and Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04288177914938642331noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193502363842385573.post-20259518463440502182010-10-17T12:41:00.000-07:002010-10-17T13:02:49.231-07:00In the Midst of Busyness...<div><span class="Apple-style-span" >...we have had some times of calmness. It seems that we have had no down time lately. It's been go, go, go without the stop. But in the few times that it has been calm, we've had some great family times. Nothing huge, nothing special - just times of quiet and calmness. And I've begun to relish those times. I used to hate it when we didn't go anywhere on the weekends. I hated just staying home and doing nothing. But lately, I've been looking forward to those times. Times of just sitting on the floor and playing a game with the girls and wrestling with Cole; times of just watching a movie and eating ice cream with my husband; times of just staring into the eyes of my littlest while she's nursing and watching her try to smile and eat at the same time. Those are the times I relish - the times that I wish I could just stop time and hold on to that moment and pray "Please God, don't let them grow up too quickly". But I can't hold on to a moment and they do grow up so fast. And I am privileged to be along for the ride. So here are a few of the moments we were able to grab on to. </span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOJq9XN3KsGKVeGezhCDGBhDuRKdoesJsLADkYNpL5X26inFsmvdIJ2T2aog4X6dKuDXlE137ToS0inDD9hEClStSw4c68guhIwbkiApv9XORoHvMqL-BgCZ63FT6z6o9WBRsR9DmLStc/s1600/DSCF1350.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOJq9XN3KsGKVeGezhCDGBhDuRKdoesJsLADkYNpL5X26inFsmvdIJ2T2aog4X6dKuDXlE137ToS0inDD9hEClStSw4c68guhIwbkiApv9XORoHvMqL-BgCZ63FT6z6o9WBRsR9DmLStc/s400/DSCF1350.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529104613616757170" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI1Gi7waflx4s-GjSDNAyav3nsC397TRJCVXTD0zgE6Y-MR3hocauBH1w0L2C69fK80J_-OJBxlh-wOJz3hFVE5ReL1ygEGKz7-hyR3yrYMe4IuO0HJR2AZcjtNrAjhUs4UuNrf3FsxE8/s1600/DSCF1351.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiod1ARFVzrdTtcZt10qXsl3fDFx-V6vOAbg9RgMykt3Ol42WFqXOSeEXpOFWZwZNbndxC_EvnHym6sVqcS9-dpqKTnk_xXMlf6m_BSiYo5A7166NblbWjBpoBLhkafYashSbPnvWA2xQ/s400/DSCF1285.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516132252973703970" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >...and that 9 hours after this picture was taken, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >this happened...</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuD7oFdDf1qJ7GGCEsdRWe0IXnqPy2Pti6MSre2fg6spvqK7Ov1kTCj1X9yMIUjjnKEu09SHm7kpFGjqatGTXuT2yLpaIIo6fEMTGTuqS7suoTLJQQBUF81oOq2WSuSrqveaLdJiEx4Qc/s1600/DSCF1288.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuD7oFdDf1qJ7GGCEsdRWe0IXnqPy2Pti6MSre2fg6spvqK7Ov1kTCj1X9yMIUjjnKEu09SHm7kpFGjqatGTXuT2yLpaIIo6fEMTGTuqS7suoTLJQQBUF81oOq2WSuSrqveaLdJiEx4Qc/s400/DSCF1288.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516132241133375858" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div style="text-align: center;">Eva Jane ~ 7 lbs. 7 oz ~ 20 1/4 in.</div></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Let me start from the beginning. Last Sunday, September 5, I woke up like any other morning. A little tired, but not too bad. The baby in my belly had been running laps during the night and felt like my ribs were a good place to plant its feet. But we were up and getting ready for church. I got the girls ready and Cole, too, walked out the door and headed to church to worship. During the middle of the church service, I felt a few twinges of contractions. Nothing huge and definitely no pain. Just felt my stomach tighten periodically. I spoke to a doctor friend after church just to get some questions answered. I just wanted to know what I needed to look for if I was going to go into labor on my own (I had been induced with the other 4). I had specifically prayed that God would allow me to go into labor by myself, but at this point, I didn't care if I was induced or not. The baby had run out of room and I was HUGE (refer to picture #1)! Anyway, I got my questions answered and we headed home after church. When we got home, I made lunch for the kids and Marc, but really didn't want to eat. I decided to go and relax and while doing so, I noticed that the tightenings were getting more and more regular and closer together. I gave Marc a heads-up and continued to monitor things. At about 1:45 I told Marc that I thought I was in early labor. We called his parents to come and watch the kids and headed up to the hospital - really hoping that I was indeed in labor, but not sure. We got to the hospital, checked in, went up to the labor and delivery floor to be monitored for a little bit. The nurse came in, asked me a MILLION questions and finally checked me. At 3:00, I was 3 cm. dilated. Not a lot, but it was more than at my appointment which was just 2 days prior. The nurse thought I would stay, but had to run everything by the doctor. They called her and I heard a little of their conversation. The doctor wanted me to walk for an hour and then she was going to send me home. I wasn't far enough along to stay. The nurse kindly reminded her that this was my 5th child and things could go pretty quickly. Also, I lived almost an hour away from the hospital. Was it really wise to send me home if things took off? I LOVED my nurse! She was FANTASTIC! Anyway, the doctor conceded and let me stay. They admitted me and I was brought over to my room. Since things were moving rather quickly and I was starting to have some pain with my contractions, I decided to get some fluid in me just in case I wanted an epidural. At 4:30, they checked me and I was already 8 cm. dilated. So, in 1 1/2 hours, I dilated 5 cm. Boy -- am I glad I didn't go home!!! I really wanted the epidural at this point as I was having TERRIBLE back labor. The anesthesiologist came in, poked and prodded me, gave me the drugs and.....nothing happened. The pain was still there. And stronger than ever. The nurse had me roll from side to side to see if we could get the meds to move. They didn't. At 5:30, it didn't matter. I was 10 cm. and ready to push. Five minutes later our baby was born! I heard the baby cry. Everyone oohed and aahed. And I heard, "That's a beautiful baby". But nobody told me what the baby was! Marc and I had decided that since this baby was a complete surprise, we would let it stay that way until the very end. And when I was wondering what the sex was, no one was telling me. I finally had to ask Marc! He moved the baby's leg and whispered, "It's a girl!". I was so EXCITED!!!! We had another girl! And she was just beautiful! During this whole process, Maggie was in the room with us watching everything! She was just in awe of her brand new baby sister! She couldn't get enough of her! She counted her fingers and toes and then said, "Mom, when you get home, the baby can sleep in my room!". Ummm....not just yet! This birth was a beautiful experience. Going from no contractions, to twinges, to heading up to the hospital, to labor, to having this beautiful little girl God created laying on my skin just staring into my eyes - I couldn't have asked for it to go any smoother. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Back in January when I was praying and asking God to make some changes in my life, I was completely blown away when I found out I was pregnant yet again. Excited, nervous, anxious, wondering how we were going to do it with 5 children. But now that I see her, it doesn't matter. God allowed this to happen for a reason and He is going to totally take care of everything. Now that she's here, I couldn't imagine life without her. She fits into our family beautifully. If you're wondering how Cole is managing all of this - let me just tell you that he's completely fine. He struts around this house like he's the king of the castle. Anyway, here are a few pictures of our newest and last addition (at least that's how I feel - if God changes that, well.....)!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpJsiBesshTzyXYzst-xRfNI7TZvkT0nPK1ujUxgUjlV6MKhBnQRLb6-LYk3mgpJoFX7JSSqZvz9Cv41WqlSUE9wGrVFBDEAJdLkkoMx7d84E1ZXK7EOm_PXLTJj1wKV_r0aducHxeq3Q/s1600/DSCF1289.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpJsiBesshTzyXYzst-xRfNI7TZvkT0nPK1ujUxgUjlV6MKhBnQRLb6-LYk3mgpJoFX7JSSqZvz9Cv41WqlSUE9wGrVFBDEAJdLkkoMx7d84E1ZXK7EOm_PXLTJj1wKV_r0aducHxeq3Q/s400/DSCF1289.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516132240010037682" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Minutes after Eva was born.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs7d1QOXWmysk9Q6rT2R0_J10L1oq0IHui_Ad252_7eL2YjTXVhpuuwwfluExZKaOJj9ojjEk-rLwgCLmebSjgs4EcAgsVtGdlCTKN1HtdCah5i096YXhFC5CyAA7GSV6UcYjGYQn0kdQ/s1600/DSCF1290.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs7d1QOXWmysk9Q6rT2R0_J10L1oq0IHui_Ad252_7eL2YjTXVhpuuwwfluExZKaOJj9ojjEk-rLwgCLmebSjgs4EcAgsVtGdlCTKN1HtdCah5i096YXhFC5CyAA7GSV6UcYjGYQn0kdQ/s400/DSCF1290.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516132227697826978" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Maggie in love!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzLxsaEHdyBcmbClvjspOC-0y0pwSbvi_flWtO5BhSyex41r-f3WI9KMlT1muq8zwANO6o5__7DUe2c48IgmTa38zTVy5_N6aZd1_WtZxNRTERw4USfZyS0MXevKgD-RdDoeERHJ2Co6U/s1600/DSCF1292.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzLxsaEHdyBcmbClvjspOC-0y0pwSbvi_flWtO5BhSyex41r-f3WI9KMlT1muq8zwANO6o5__7DUe2c48IgmTa38zTVy5_N6aZd1_WtZxNRTERw4USfZyS0MXevKgD-RdDoeERHJ2Co6U/s400/DSCF1292.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516131733134061042" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Daddy is, too!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuK4ylAhtcZQz5ME0MSc5Lechi2HRvxH2sDC6ADLirVEOS09JJGZFYykzK1K7WIaRvkPv796uDQ0NfBe3D3EXHd6-vlY633vxSI4xl5B-P3FuzON-ztawULiKupwa54MJ1ZEg31LLnOhA/s1600/DSCF1295.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuK4ylAhtcZQz5ME0MSc5Lechi2HRvxH2sDC6ADLirVEOS09JJGZFYykzK1K7WIaRvkPv796uDQ0NfBe3D3EXHd6-vlY633vxSI4xl5B-P3FuzON-ztawULiKupwa54MJ1ZEg31LLnOhA/s400/DSCF1295.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516131720616808306" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Our little Eva Jane!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2HMdkEPmQcIVrwnVYbwSXMf58YNaajCEe1gF_WcezizRAZ50omRVAqMAjgiLazoNeKfnhBNEAJf1561A87iJtDb9DGeHh8_QKtZWd9Xz6VU18FXMvHa5enlEyMY1MBCzMsGqiVyLqfhI/s1600/DSCF1298.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2HMdkEPmQcIVrwnVYbwSXMf58YNaajCEe1gF_WcezizRAZ50omRVAqMAjgiLazoNeKfnhBNEAJf1561A87iJtDb9DGeHh8_QKtZWd9Xz6VU18FXMvHa5enlEyMY1MBCzMsGqiVyLqfhI/s400/DSCF1298.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516131713143540306" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Emma and her new baby sister.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw0OHzojpVRjHHRXG53rvRP8YCU_G8SVdQHkc5w0dDG8DnzGa0oRu-l8ZB8YoYJNeKdGGOEvM4CPHVhOEG9qkSgiPg0lwldRWQqPqVPYmdtr8uPr7Dgy5n3KGdqAyczbRtO-ydeYCJcQU/s1600/DSCF1317.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw0OHzojpVRjHHRXG53rvRP8YCU_G8SVdQHkc5w0dDG8DnzGa0oRu-l8ZB8YoYJNeKdGGOEvM4CPHVhOEG9qkSgiPg0lwldRWQqPqVPYmdtr8uPr7Dgy5n3KGdqAyczbRtO-ydeYCJcQU/s400/DSCF1317.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516131704945320818" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Mommy and baby!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrU8pzSNLHJOzfFs5ADlcIcH1zCnuE_RIzGIFLgVlyrBX1EZwzqXg6Ty005mdRyLtRlFXntCoL9EjVRwRIRFKVapYEipeolla6SXVfSTgq_eFZHzLzttC-3IK0qkuPGI_VRCvGBGT2hgE/s1600/DSCF1320.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrU8pzSNLHJOzfFs5ADlcIcH1zCnuE_RIzGIFLgVlyrBX1EZwzqXg6Ty005mdRyLtRlFXntCoL9EjVRwRIRFKVapYEipeolla6SXVfSTgq_eFZHzLzttC-3IK0qkuPGI_VRCvGBGT2hgE/s400/DSCF1320.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516131696689503074" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Eva's first Sunday at church!</span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >We love you, Eva Jane, and can't wait to see how God is going to use you in our lives and in the lives of others!</span></div>Marc and Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04288177914938642331noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193502363842385573.post-50920039245069094102010-08-23T12:57:00.000-07:002010-08-23T13:46:52.843-07:008 years ago today....<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">...we were blessed with this -- our first daughter. She made us parents for the very first time! And we were in love!</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDkF7zCe8zHqXchBlPQxEnNK_Eaovo_PErXT1XLwPgP411zmzy0FuRIc_sPMB0_WFL5aoQSlhRe7xLONMqJQEiuVr8ZHAcr2BBaQDUKVaj32BH3wgJav0CV2atoSy_fqPoZFHQxCPz3Fg/s1600/%2311.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 191px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDkF7zCe8zHqXchBlPQxEnNK_Eaovo_PErXT1XLwPgP411zmzy0FuRIc_sPMB0_WFL5aoQSlhRe7xLONMqJQEiuVr8ZHAcr2BBaQDUKVaj32BH3wgJav0CV2atoSy_fqPoZFHQxCPz3Fg/s400/%2311.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508706713934565394" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Emma Mae was born on August 23, 2002 at 8:58 AM. Her total labor lasted 7 hours from start to finish (though I remember pushing for 2 1/2 hours with her)! She was such an easy baby. She only really cried when she was hungry, tired or needed a diaper change. The smallest insignificant thing created hours of enjoyment for her. I remember one day not hearing her for awhile and going to check on her only to find that she was playing with a string that she found on the floor. That string entertained her for so long. Emma is my perfectionist. She HATES it when things don't go the way she wants them to. She is quiet, a little more outgoing (though she used to be painfully shy), smart, an avid reader, a lover of math, loving and sweet. She loves being a big sister and takes care of her siblings when I can't. She has a best friend who lives across the street from us but also counts her sisters in that best friend category. She adores her little brother who adores her right back. She's amazed by simple things and always asks 101 questions about everything. I miss her being so little - so dependent. But I am loving that she's becoming an independent young girl who takes pride in her work.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I found some pictures that I had forgotten that we had. So, here she is...Emma Mae Rader...from the beginning to the present!<br /></span><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimVCcL1PO2J6rNt9xjNUm8CRZh5wXoKdXIdn7FjBcdcx-16oOZLgyo9LhKMVd7GxWRXJdNyfBoTP8abvJ2L9PZdVSwtbik_HJJr5iDHRX8fELpTmb5Iy1YxXQAzwqELI56xvbRfhANFZA/s1600/Emma+029.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimVCcL1PO2J6rNt9xjNUm8CRZh5wXoKdXIdn7FjBcdcx-16oOZLgyo9LhKMVd7GxWRXJdNyfBoTP8abvJ2L9PZdVSwtbik_HJJr5iDHRX8fELpTmb5Iy1YxXQAzwqELI56xvbRfhANFZA/s400/Emma+029.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508706584787513666" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyuzxmG5GtEuLH-s9pqphKXpcQ2MMCIbfkooaKXhg1ncwALojWw25dPZcGnBfqR6BrHL0YLBADkUVMKDwSEIcEwGa1vXKmHyi7LVeP_xE9t6-0Da6tFeCQ3XI4ymFPdnlrOBLzeY6kQzI/s1600/Emma+%231.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_6k7mNhAdx7ol7TNkRMLGzteRUWP-KmAXP84udXAuHCdmUQ2gZj5JwoSDGJvdhk7igKfnVInTjlYPBPtvJKSQraqgHxZT09OPsC9sCljuKO6wop0B3-VsQTff7UwalsbGo2RZzJZ3uu8/s400/DSCF1012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508699377010279106" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhByIjMbb-NOVYodWeQm2GjPzNTshongDYGT5IMlwME8j5S0H-ZQbNHxYPMkfmTqQ4xEkp0oCPrpNFsV145JczGeqCx3CcehZ2TME86CSvqXNRUaGx-Cbgxjut7Gt8AUgfheRPcHLlwqMk/s1600/DSCF1267.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhByIjMbb-NOVYodWeQm2GjPzNTshongDYGT5IMlwME8j5S0H-ZQbNHxYPMkfmTqQ4xEkp0oCPrpNFsV145JczGeqCx3CcehZ2TME86CSvqXNRUaGx-Cbgxjut7Gt8AUgfheRPcHLlwqMk/s400/DSCF1267.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508699362940655330" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><div style="text-align: center;">Happy Birthday, Em! We love you!</div></span></div></div>Marc and Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04288177914938642331noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193502363842385573.post-80731760604588863852010-08-23T12:49:00.000-07:002010-08-23T12:57:26.136-07:0010 years!<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I'm a little late in getting this post posted. It seems that by the time I get around to even thinking about blogging, my day is finished and the next morning has arrived. Anyway, on the 12th of this month, Marc and I celebrated our 10 year anniversary. We didn't celebrate it the way we originally planned. Our original plan was to head off to Italy for 10 days and enjoy our time together in a most beautiful country. But, it didn't work out that way. We spent our 10th taking our children to play at Burger King for lunch and eating off the dollar menu! And you know what? It was GREAT!!! We had a great time together as a family. I love this man. He's a great husband, a caring and loving father and a great provider. I'm so looking forward to spending the next 80 years with him! He's definitely not perfect....but he's perfect for me!</span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIdengIEawlPT8ly4lnACn1I3YlnEKGbDb6kJTW60WaLsrIpDAUBkMkcfpSw1B0YvGZvSc_lAdC-lVzkldHafesLq3aaMT0yllDLLVMJykieySST8V25Xa5X9JNdhjrW99eDIMC3K-Bs4/s1600/DSCF0702.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIdengIEawlPT8ly4lnACn1I3YlnEKGbDb6kJTW60WaLsrIpDAUBkMkcfpSw1B0YvGZvSc_lAdC-lVzkldHafesLq3aaMT0yllDLLVMJykieySST8V25Xa5X9JNdhjrW99eDIMC3K-Bs4/s400/DSCF0702.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508695658075698386" /></a>Marc and Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04288177914938642331noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193502363842385573.post-35566181188041842732010-07-08T06:54:00.001-07:002010-07-08T07:38:25.095-07:00Another Birthday!<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I can't believe we're celebrating another birthday today! It seems like the time is just flying by and I can't keep track of everything! Anyway....Five years ago today at 5:24 pm, little Maggie Rose was born to us after 2 hours of labor (she was my shortest labor and delivery). I had already become used to the personalities of her two older sisters -- one quiet, sweet and easily entertained; the other more busy and outgoing. So, I just figured she'd be just like her sisters. Boy....was I WRONG!!! This little one made the busy one look like a walk in the park. She is my ornery, stubborn, strong-willed, out-spoken little one. But she is also my one that is most mothering and truly cares about the feeling of others (not that my other girls don't care - Maggie just seems to be the most sensitive in that area). She's an amazing little girl who keeps me on my toes all day every day. She asks a million and one questions and really NEVER stops talking! There is not a quiet moment when you are with her. There are days when I have to tell her to leave the room and go play. I feel bad doing that to her, but my ears need a break!!!! I can't imagine what life will be like when she's a teenager!!! But I'm sure it will be full of surprises! She is a mommy's girl, but loves her daddy dearly. She can't wait to start kindergarten (though, I can - her attention span is pretty short). She loves to help me bake. But above all - this little girl LOVES her baby dolls!!! I've never seen one kid with so many babies, but she takes care of them all. They're all named and we have to make sure that they're all tucked in at night. If you were to ask her what she wants to be when she grows up, she'll tell you "a mommy". She already has her children's names picked out (they're a little scary - I'm really hoping that she'll change her mind when the time comes!!! =) ). She is an amazing little girl whom I just adore! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Here are just a plethra of some of my favorite pictures of her. I took all of her baby pictures off the computer and downloaded them onto discs, so I didn't have any to choose from for this. So, these will have to do.</span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMlHy5zJXo2WfQJlbwtSmjEQbrfz-58b39RuBN13pl2K0IrCVtNGsi73wuvrzNxELql6wEM5NGtiQV8uAWR2Bb9WgQY0glbdTFV1uk4RtTBvYwkoJSzoPT7Vd28z94fvvNiORNzDIwGgU/s1600/%2332.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMlHy5zJXo2WfQJlbwtSmjEQbrfz-58b39RuBN13pl2K0IrCVtNGsi73wuvrzNxELql6wEM5NGtiQV8uAWR2Bb9WgQY0glbdTFV1uk4RtTBvYwkoJSzoPT7Vd28z94fvvNiORNzDIwGgU/s400/%2332.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491540466848106930" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRYiR8UOERQNLuUYIOM8-C5iduv9ZUmOypkJ9DG1tHhUn22xJFWuUlL-vhACW6SiepL9hS8ptGllkP84EmTVWajt49kNbWs8ifG4PcDspNZNvy0OWi1A0KtuaWOcqRwgkhoZtBTdTPkCs/s1600/%2337+-+071307.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgypSgHRbnnxeFXQOcqtwScSYGdMoANybSj-fR4rczgPxS45buanQ6hHKsWP4CuqY0QGn5g6sSbZfvNVuXeiieStRoYnSIXCookPmrX7Im0zZuGl-h40DlOyyuZxwJr9ku4gwpbuuTj5yM/s400/DSCF1073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491537629515474050" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><div style="text-align: center;">So....Happy Birthday, Mags!!! I hope your day is extra-special! We love you!</div></span>Marc and Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04288177914938642331noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193502363842385573.post-62885623974112351942010-06-22T05:08:00.001-07:002010-06-22T05:33:18.955-07:00Happy 1st Birthday, Little Man<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I can't believe that Cole is a year old already! It seems like just yesterday we were praying that God would add another little one to our family. The road for him to get here was not an easy one, but it was so worth it in the end. He's an amazing little boy who doesn't cease to make me laugh on a daily basis. From day one, he was always a snuggler and responded so well to music - especially "You Are My Sunshine". He's always been a happy little dude, with the exception of teething. His sisters ADORE him! And he's got them wrapped around his little finger. They would do anything for them. He especially loves it when he gets up in the morning and the girls are sitting at the table eating breakfast and yell "Goodmorning Cole" as he comes out with me. It makes him grin from ear to ear and giggle, too. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">He likes to get into everything. There are a few times where a little slap on the hand and a firm "No" come into play. But he generally plays with his own things and stays away from the things he shouldn't touch.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">He LOVES it when daddy gets home. The minute I say "Daddy's home!", he gets a huge grin, his arms start waving and his little legs are kicking. And then daddy comes in and scoops him up and he usually gets a pretty huge bear hug from Cole. It's sweet to watch. Cole is still a mommy's boy, but he definitely has a pretty big spot in his heart for his daddy! And that's as it should be.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Cole recently started taking his first steps. He was pretty proud of his accomplishment, as were we. It's hard to believe that it's that time now, but it is and we're loving every minute of it. Actually, I'm so ready for him to walk. He needs to chase his sisters around and start torturing them! =)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Here are a few pictures from his birth to 3, 6, 9 and now 12 months old. His looks have definitely changed. But his sweet spirit hasn't. I can't wait to see what God has in store for my little guy! It'll be exciting to watch how he's molded into the man that God wants him to be.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjERU2NYDSltBJqnB1qf3drk-50vbQvW7oJaMsWt9z4o9DMyHSi3kC8C5OoamdE75izi1mPtTtmDV9uuhxbmVdCSHIkBxWRx88X-GqEF0kZ2S4zXc3SUIO0OcWp_jwaPJp9PqwyWYA9o2Y/s1600/%2343+-+061709.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjERU2NYDSltBJqnB1qf3drk-50vbQvW7oJaMsWt9z4o9DMyHSi3kC8C5OoamdE75izi1mPtTtmDV9uuhxbmVdCSHIkBxWRx88X-GqEF0kZ2S4zXc3SUIO0OcWp_jwaPJp9PqwyWYA9o2Y/s400/%2343+-+061709.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485570425825624946" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Cole - June 16, 2009 (a few hours old)</span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFagTHX8CNmn9-PeNOUCLF6dkGMlQbQ7wBZt8yn3plaaXyU98Jmr4oYN0ejUOG8jZ6HUY7DU8ga2qtMnAaSLMU8GDWqxwmgYf1KTAs_UhjCWaoyz0n7cOf8ICDRrflhfkI5MXi7XcGI50/s1600/DSCF0644.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFagTHX8CNmn9-PeNOUCLF6dkGMlQbQ7wBZt8yn3plaaXyU98Jmr4oYN0ejUOG8jZ6HUY7DU8ga2qtMnAaSLMU8GDWqxwmgYf1KTAs_UhjCWaoyz0n7cOf8ICDRrflhfkI5MXi7XcGI50/s400/DSCF0644.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485570394651795506" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Papa and Cole (3 months old)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOyz2WP5QFjtOjKGBl6M0TKEOIo5PdQBaP2hwQgADxBzdaXtwCx-qCl-Zh8ewQDEpLlkqmVJKxFGwMUGPCh2psxAGmM04tYCGZBDGHlH2vCh3WMfcYeHkmXWtNWHyAW8DIvSnIJdWKNzA/s1600/DSCF0873.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOyz2WP5QFjtOjKGBl6M0TKEOIo5PdQBaP2hwQgADxBzdaXtwCx-qCl-Zh8ewQDEpLlkqmVJKxFGwMUGPCh2psxAGmM04tYCGZBDGHlH2vCh3WMfcYeHkmXWtNWHyAW8DIvSnIJdWKNzA/s400/DSCF0873.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485570385875905362" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Christmas 2009 (6 months old)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2ZemhiAZ31sX-2fWRtlwqcoHc1DOXOmSnpfeWsc03z7Z4mmrCeKzfN5IzPlB3QhHM2cr5YU_0JimCWJpAoLe2JiEUZuKv-mrYpjgZNMpzd734gH-Dbkc0aQnJd2zHHFrIb-R3Lf6rEnI/s1600/DSCF0911.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2ZemhiAZ31sX-2fWRtlwqcoHc1DOXOmSnpfeWsc03z7Z4mmrCeKzfN5IzPlB3QhHM2cr5YU_0JimCWJpAoLe2JiEUZuKv-mrYpjgZNMpzd734gH-Dbkc0aQnJd2zHHFrIb-R3Lf6rEnI/s400/DSCF0911.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485570379207440690" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">(9 months old)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiL7ekDVUlhJ4WHIZnIrJ0PT04pUhMwykiNKdWzaI0EILtlUa0jQeB78KaIezXp4d19r5xZja6-NRELTZHm6NvAsJdc7Y8IkjeRtEJjys2btZkD0LgGq2R0veajwmi-noBtEwVdiRRPSM/s1600/DSCF1119.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiL7ekDVUlhJ4WHIZnIrJ0PT04pUhMwykiNKdWzaI0EILtlUa0jQeB78KaIezXp4d19r5xZja6-NRELTZHm6NvAsJdc7Y8IkjeRtEJjys2btZkD0LgGq2R0veajwmi-noBtEwVdiRRPSM/s400/DSCF1119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485570370974618818" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Happy Birthday, Cole! (1 year old)</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I thought our lives would change drastically when we had a boy. But, they really haven't. We've been introduced to cars, trucks and lots of boy toys. But he's fit right into our family beautifully! God knew exactly what He was doing when He gave us our son! We love you, little dude!</span></div>Marc and Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04288177914938642331noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193502363842385573.post-20334717086799369372010-05-14T15:30:00.001-07:002010-05-14T16:11:46.182-07:00Miscellaneous<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I didn't realize how long it had been since I posted last. But it's been a crazy few months around here. It seems like things have been going non-stop. I've been super busy with school (concerts, play, elementary school tours, etc.). And I just can't wait for the end of the school year to arrive. I'm longing for it. But, since it's been awhile, I'll just catch you up - I promise it'll be the short version, though!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">We've had a beautiful spring so far this year. Some super warm days (which I love), some downright cold days, rainy days, misty days and some good old-fashioned spring days. Here are a few pictures that were taken back in the beginning of April. The girls were loving playing outside that day!</span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC4HTTo-kenlHta_UGd0ZPPOf-YXvsATclcp4RJpYMDVIdcr8YJcVC7cZF-3M4w2_NXVUyWIuyDVUcfT8Z68XCrA7CPFYX0xmFyJJHUUMPbc4rx1htbx0qUO1s_b0svlasFdQmLlCSb3s/s1600/DSCF0975.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC4HTTo-kenlHta_UGd0ZPPOf-YXvsATclcp4RJpYMDVIdcr8YJcVC7cZF-3M4w2_NXVUyWIuyDVUcfT8Z68XCrA7CPFYX0xmFyJJHUUMPbc4rx1htbx0qUO1s_b0svlasFdQmLlCSb3s/s320/DSCF0975.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471258464124890578" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Emma and Lily</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsUKvGWMgcjtpRCO4exUWPrGCuEHyI5KuUKGvpzg2_w9ge3U5hO2Zo5NO1hyphenhyphenB_jBeFoKfJHMP62q2zThfK-13R2wi92yWToxZbZjym05T0TzJD92zBa8PWr9r2iaV2N0vvV1NeOuP2Tqk/s1600/DSCF0977.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsUKvGWMgcjtpRCO4exUWPrGCuEHyI5KuUKGvpzg2_w9ge3U5hO2Zo5NO1hyphenhyphenB_jBeFoKfJHMP62q2zThfK-13R2wi92yWToxZbZjym05T0TzJD92zBa8PWr9r2iaV2N0vvV1NeOuP2Tqk/s320/DSCF0977.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471258453447480162" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Maggie, Lily and Emma</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">(look at all those knobby knees!)</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Then Easter arrived. I LOVE getting my children all dressed up for Easter Sunday. And they enjoy it, too (well, I'm not too sure that Cole did, but the girls love it!)! We re-read the Easter story many times during the week prior to Easter Sunday. We don't read it too many times during the year after that, unfortunately. But it's amazing what kids will remember. They still remember the entire story and still are upset about the whole thing (Christ's beating, the crucifixion, etc.). Maggie kept asking me why people would do that to someone else. And I could only respond with an "I don't know.". </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimPkXcmbouF_jyMkuEiGxvCOhW7Ps6UjMkRPylzV2hVPdZdKN1t1ODnwChfWSO6f1-c3Yi4gTZ65M-7Sc935m7FFIepZk980l4RevTKhDe-j9pviNyeNIts_U2DXs7h5Jgodtw9GJWnmg/s1600/DSCF0982.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimPkXcmbouF_jyMkuEiGxvCOhW7Ps6UjMkRPylzV2hVPdZdKN1t1ODnwChfWSO6f1-c3Yi4gTZ65M-7Sc935m7FFIepZk980l4RevTKhDe-j9pviNyeNIts_U2DXs7h5Jgodtw9GJWnmg/s320/DSCF0982.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471258444854500226" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Lily</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizRauO4J7NiJvJCwhyzinC0Dy9BiZ0-V6G7OhkLZrhuor7Go3STCy-drukYb-kuDb2XLQ04bVF8kP_0vxzB_bv1yVsGz8veZF4B28_rkzBmfPk2jCsrxNhtiB-MIwWj-hTKleA5EyQahE/s1600/DSCF0985.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizRauO4J7NiJvJCwhyzinC0Dy9BiZ0-V6G7OhkLZrhuor7Go3STCy-drukYb-kuDb2XLQ04bVF8kP_0vxzB_bv1yVsGz8veZF4B28_rkzBmfPk2jCsrxNhtiB-MIwWj-hTKleA5EyQahE/s320/DSCF0985.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471258440355470370" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Maggie</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigMFRGz2iqdXGMN5c_3BdH6btNyvSbTu5UM6FVi_keRpKiXIEbyU_Iu4PE59FxwQB178MotS-Rt-dr3os5afKXxKy7CQVsApT9mr2Y9EKeJ7sfrnL5wTMVarIkWw1bz5jUkuCtmI3ywmM/s1600/DSCF0987.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigMFRGz2iqdXGMN5c_3BdH6btNyvSbTu5UM6FVi_keRpKiXIEbyU_Iu4PE59FxwQB178MotS-Rt-dr3os5afKXxKy7CQVsApT9mr2Y9EKeJ7sfrnL5wTMVarIkWw1bz5jUkuCtmI3ywmM/s320/DSCF0987.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471257968978534834" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Emma</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_QHaYDF4pXtxpHXUu6x_zA1Bv3rvPMBdT90kkOpjDN7PSs2Mx-nJinfYpr3S66sFEHlcn3YqcZ5uv3B0d2b73i_mZ34DJSDmJZ4mRHtsEsq3Nir5CmLURH08EL6Kzv7MFSnjDSjz0l8M/s1600/DSCF1028.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_QHaYDF4pXtxpHXUu6x_zA1Bv3rvPMBdT90kkOpjDN7PSs2Mx-nJinfYpr3S66sFEHlcn3YqcZ5uv3B0d2b73i_mZ34DJSDmJZ4mRHtsEsq3Nir5CmLURH08EL6Kzv7MFSnjDSjz0l8M/s320/DSCF1028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471257964138678514" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Cole</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrUrdw4v6BzZOedhI37zi-JVYFv8X3MIs2Fv5ob6UJgkNyl3J6NjtAmpMiNtkLu4yaCDeW2UttoWRbx2W1UW-UO1Tsc85tHRVawK6n1WaG-Qgyc45K1Fsp4H9as-4u4fhOOBLbGqpIGTM/s1600/DSCF0989.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrUrdw4v6BzZOedhI37zi-JVYFv8X3MIs2Fv5ob6UJgkNyl3J6NjtAmpMiNtkLu4yaCDeW2UttoWRbx2W1UW-UO1Tsc85tHRVawK6n1WaG-Qgyc45K1Fsp4H9as-4u4fhOOBLbGqpIGTM/s320/DSCF0989.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471257954517840002" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">My girls</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">We've also done some work around our home. The landscaping in the front of our house was something to be desired. So, we decided to concentrate on that this spring. It's almost finished. We worked so hard for a few weeks, that now we're completely pooped out. We're hoping to get the front steps finished soon. I don't have any pictures of that process, so here are just a few for you to enjoy.</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJDDaa-7KuZU9MgNyYP4yY-Ub2CWi_NSGwRGP46YlRRVtFNrU-LzxW-Qw-UMLia55mibfgtV6_gD5b5j9v-lQIWVS3TpC1g3VCEBiMvvexXbw4dip-OnQMir_6jNi2V__7QlpOtQI6sTM/s1600/DSCF1002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJDDaa-7KuZU9MgNyYP4yY-Ub2CWi_NSGwRGP46YlRRVtFNrU-LzxW-Qw-UMLia55mibfgtV6_gD5b5j9v-lQIWVS3TpC1g3VCEBiMvvexXbw4dip-OnQMir_6jNi2V__7QlpOtQI6sTM/s320/DSCF1002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471257624473633650" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Cole figured out one day how to climb into his little toy box. He thought it was GREAT fun!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgguS2E56fc1ubFBTf2LgQaKUKxtYSZOOaPVdFo5R9BW8Eg3DXKumdSwwkDAbD8rvQLoqbp5510943qv7iMGlgpujVGZB8PiVe0ig5H9PkPYhyC_usAOOEnlA51PVc3txMPOACYnLiL2AA/s1600/DSCF1010.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgguS2E56fc1ubFBTf2LgQaKUKxtYSZOOaPVdFo5R9BW8Eg3DXKumdSwwkDAbD8rvQLoqbp5510943qv7iMGlgpujVGZB8PiVe0ig5H9PkPYhyC_usAOOEnlA51PVc3txMPOACYnLiL2AA/s320/DSCF1010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471257615038039410" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtHTjOha2VsjBzjUVKIY2v4NWHz9iLcE2OhmZu9HVW9Il5YrCnOBbkbBreRGNRySlqNN5uoc2yF_DfNUDwzV0Stlj-dPlJnMGNwPzQ7DH8YptR_Lrv-PT7t_8qLHZw6-7kQ5jCnBWRZNk/s1600/DSCF1012.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtHTjOha2VsjBzjUVKIY2v4NWHz9iLcE2OhmZu9HVW9Il5YrCnOBbkbBreRGNRySlqNN5uoc2yF_DfNUDwzV0Stlj-dPlJnMGNwPzQ7DH8YptR_Lrv-PT7t_8qLHZw6-7kQ5jCnBWRZNk/s320/DSCF1012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471257364672788402" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXg7RfrL-yp6KQDDIYu-NJ-49cGaTnleSsIcOqhXYSmKfyq1cXDKCAi88hzm0ZkOKlXBqBsmTBsJtOfglwhY-vAKBWO_w8_GRQvDcRmswSojaxMsCg2t2axohLkWnOC5nZVDf0y9Ok4Ks/s1600/DSCF1018.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXg7RfrL-yp6KQDDIYu-NJ-49cGaTnleSsIcOqhXYSmKfyq1cXDKCAi88hzm0ZkOKlXBqBsmTBsJtOfglwhY-vAKBWO_w8_GRQvDcRmswSojaxMsCg2t2axohLkWnOC5nZVDf0y9Ok4Ks/s320/DSCF1018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471257359674140866" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAeKFhHqwriI-nyIzGWbQxlLOnrWQYM2Bf5JO82ZdQ7e7lKOuPCIY0LqLF_LX_rstoNxv34AlcddvYmMd8IVAuQgjTDPJlmsDZ65rYAIJRFaQxNnW6ZWVn-SXAgwhLnZDmhYQ6GeRX0S0/s1600/DSCF1027.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAeKFhHqwriI-nyIzGWbQxlLOnrWQYM2Bf5JO82ZdQ7e7lKOuPCIY0LqLF_LX_rstoNxv34AlcddvYmMd8IVAuQgjTDPJlmsDZ65rYAIJRFaQxNnW6ZWVn-SXAgwhLnZDmhYQ6GeRX0S0/s320/DSCF1027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471257116772287522" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Then Mother's Day arrived. I was so busy with the spring musical this year, that it just flew up on me. I was so tired that day (2 straight weeks of practice every night for a few hours just about killed me.). But I love these kids! They mean the world to me (for some reason, I didn't get a picture of Lily. But I love her, too!!!)!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvi_Az6ZkgPFYqrerlEvH0_e7-EXGzGErWNBfi0reBIjnYDitTeZbQSiUo2dMXRCNHaq8ShnDvtTQf7yJiLz8UVT2FZ0c8tB9NTC4q3n0zpi0hGRwW9MTXKzq5RaEw5cSYLJINzwXEAD4/s1600/DSCF1050.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvi_Az6ZkgPFYqrerlEvH0_e7-EXGzGErWNBfi0reBIjnYDitTeZbQSiUo2dMXRCNHaq8ShnDvtTQf7yJiLz8UVT2FZ0c8tB9NTC4q3n0zpi0hGRwW9MTXKzq5RaEw5cSYLJINzwXEAD4/s320/DSCF1050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471256969412256434" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Our Mother's Day brunch at the Tippecanoe Place! Cole ate everything in sight!</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4UShueyUg9Q4cMlGbRYrfK8HVvbcL3Pr64gy_KcU8dFB_fdZUpRLmucQn8lINPKYLlwuPqXxY24Pt3DJac0zYnwiE6XEg584d658hAzXSY32o5JEk-db1jZ4H3_wOUoFYTyskPCUgY_A/s1600/DSCF1053.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4UShueyUg9Q4cMlGbRYrfK8HVvbcL3Pr64gy_KcU8dFB_fdZUpRLmucQn8lINPKYLlwuPqXxY24Pt3DJac0zYnwiE6XEg584d658hAzXSY32o5JEk-db1jZ4H3_wOUoFYTyskPCUgY_A/s320/DSCF1053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471256831211623810" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Things will be changing this year. In a previous post I mentioned that I have been praying for change. And, things will definitely change. I was informed in late March by the superintendent and principal of my school, that my hours were going to be cut. And it wasn't a little cut - it was a HUGE cut! I was REALLY disappointed! I LOVE my job! I love the teacher I work with! I love the students! And I couldn't believe how they could do this to me. They were cutting jobs all across the board and I couldn't believe I was on that list. I had done everything they asked - above and beyond. I was bitter for a little while. How could they expect me to effectively and professionally do my job on the hours they were willing to give me? Then I realized - here was a change that I was praying for. Not one that I prayed specifically about - but again, another change. And after thinking about it, I knew it was for the best. I prayed and prayed - should I keep the few hours that they were willing to pay me for or should I just completely resign? And after a few weeks, I made my decision. As of June 12, I will no longer be an employee of the school. And I feel great about that decision!!! I began to realize that this is what God wanted me to do. Lily's schooling has suffered this year because of my job. She's still doing very well, but she's behind. So, we'll be playing catch-up this summer. I was starting to be gone a few nights during the week for school purposes and I was missing out on the time that I could be spending with my family. Marc was being relied on more and more to fix the kids dinner and watch them until bedtime - also putting them to bed. I didn't know how much I was missing out on. Then I began to think about the up-coming future. We are going to be having another child in the late summer. How was I going to work and take care of this little one? And then homeschool three kids on top of that and chase around a running toddler? I couldn't do it. And I know I can't. I knew this job was just for a season. It fell into my lap with no looking or even considering a job from my end. And now I feel God is telling me that my time is up. It's time to move on. So, as I will terribly miss my students and the teacher I work with, I am so looking forward to just being a mom for awhile. I am blessed!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">So there you have it...in a nutshell...my crazy life! But I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world!</span></div>Marc and Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04288177914938642331noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193502363842385573.post-55771032917802344312010-03-16T10:06:00.000-07:002010-03-16T10:26:08.082-07:00Happy Birthday, Lily!<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Another year has come and gone. And it seems like just yesterday it was just Marc and I. On March 11, 2004 at 1:11pm, our second daughter, Lily Olivia, made her entrance into the world. I remember her labor as if it just happened yesterday. And the reason I remember was because it was my easiest labor ever. Now, don't get me wrong, all my labors so far have been easy. And even though her labor wasn't the shortest I've ever had (she was 4 hours from start to finish), she was my only labor without back labor. And it was FANTASTIC!!!! She just lights up our lives. And we couldn't imagine our family without our only blue-eyed girl! Lily has so much energy which she uses up in trying to make us laugh. She's got such a great sense of humor! She can run faster than any of her sisters, she's still learning to read (but it'll click soon with her), she's got a great smile and is very excited when she loses her teeth! Out of all my children, she was not my snuggler. But there are days when she'll just cuddle up next to us and we soak it up because it's such a few-and-far between event. She is a joy and I'm looking forward to seeing how she's going to grow in the next few years. I thank God for her. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">She's grown so fast! She went from this...</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlNBfL-rYtzdYNi7xVLWXkSglhw_SaK_0dNF4zaYmZ6hdKlomVG3CVjR6cR7yjV87XRO8lxBmIwou3i5SUlBtlJFpXFeFlvk19pBpHEcAAa78crBX4ugxth-J5TSCnHGBHtRc5XDM9AoQ/s1600-h/lily+001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlNBfL-rYtzdYNi7xVLWXkSglhw_SaK_0dNF4zaYmZ6hdKlomVG3CVjR6cR7yjV87XRO8lxBmIwou3i5SUlBtlJFpXFeFlvk19pBpHEcAAa78crBX4ugxth-J5TSCnHGBHtRc5XDM9AoQ/s320/lily+001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449281350970270578" /></a><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">to this....</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3JpEaxC4_whe7eAP9RLSUoO6V2TLQyQZJ06MCnJFcvNMB04ghzg4WSD6y7JfDGU9PS_5t6h-L1zA_BAD3Bm-C_bkdwWnNM9VlZfM7UovUy1COJL5UOZ_UOAO1CNbIBFMkGgTOzM5fgM0/s1600-h/emma+and+lily+019.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3JpEaxC4_whe7eAP9RLSUoO6V2TLQyQZJ06MCnJFcvNMB04ghzg4WSD6y7JfDGU9PS_5t6h-L1zA_BAD3Bm-C_bkdwWnNM9VlZfM7UovUy1COJL5UOZ_UOAO1CNbIBFMkGgTOzM5fgM0/s320/emma+and+lily+019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449281337552758018" /></a><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">to this...</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxWr_KUJl7jlKRnQT7x1v-UXH46bOGEMU6GIsu6tFUevIjAwIhzDoiaMm_ffn9MPbLjL6cGssUe1pVxOY9sgaHcGGdB2UmiEav7Kaz4_fKeHSNv_f-dUt7-6kuy58boyISbm0HKJSA5TA/s1600-h/New+pics+%2318.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxWr_KUJl7jlKRnQT7x1v-UXH46bOGEMU6GIsu6tFUevIjAwIhzDoiaMm_ffn9MPbLjL6cGssUe1pVxOY9sgaHcGGdB2UmiEav7Kaz4_fKeHSNv_f-dUt7-6kuy58boyISbm0HKJSA5TA/s320/New+pics+%2318.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449281330207302338" /></a><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">and now this!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsjXcqINq4FLTTPD_HXv6Z026mRSgQ-_4k9Hz1vowy07zVdAzpU2zkJqHJCN_QibyvuxstmWmfx4QuDyASOVMc6RZOghigcZ0YBCBJGLAnV7nPpKH9_ipGObuzTNhw6lCgFtnpO0mBzRw/s1600-h/DSCF0930.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsjXcqINq4FLTTPD_HXv6Z026mRSgQ-_4k9Hz1vowy07zVdAzpU2zkJqHJCN_QibyvuxstmWmfx4QuDyASOVMc6RZOghigcZ0YBCBJGLAnV7nPpKH9_ipGObuzTNhw6lCgFtnpO0mBzRw/s320/DSCF0930.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449281320164643202" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">So, Happy Birthday, Lily! We love you so much!!!</div></div>Marc and Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04288177914938642331noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193502363842385573.post-26458079869615672362010-03-16T07:41:00.000-07:002010-03-16T07:49:16.668-07:00Cole's New Trick<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Here is Cole's latest trick. He's been working on this for the last month but finally got it perfected last Friday. It's amazing how fast he is growing up. And this is just the beginning. I'm looking forward to seeing more of his "firsts".</span></div><div><br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwozSnuu6c5I0DzeTVQBKT5suvEJJN0-qN2KysCa-zIFuDd-l2QwNSC6MRFhyX5SjTbL6Ebaw2EQHkWUKhCyw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Marc and Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04288177914938642331noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193502363842385573.post-23906513882773722902010-03-15T08:50:00.000-07:002010-03-15T08:57:43.344-07:00Future Player<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I know it's been awhile since I've posted anything. But I just had to post this because I thought he looked so cute! Anyway, most of you know that I'm from New York. There are many GREAT things about New York - snow (lots of it!), my hometown, the city, shopping, the Statue of Liberty, etc. But the best thing about New York are the NY Yankees! My family and I are huge fans!! Before Cole was born, my brother sent this hat as a gift for him. It's still a little big, but it stays on. I LOVE it on him. We took him out in it both Saturday and Sunday and received many comments on it. Some good - some not so good. But I didn't care. We are Yankees fans. And maybe someday my son will be a future NY Yankee. But if not, that's o.k. We'll still be fans together!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6EUH1acaeeATKVAThQPUYAyVLN7h1YXUTQF8OEjRObPNi2oHRR_aRexuAcRAm5JKGgUvc3CLsoeHn2i2Tul1pGjiI5e_j_KwQ-s1b7Hi24h-wjQn-DwAm0u0V9c2RJnxRM6-gaC8MoWs/s1600-h/DSCF0927.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6EUH1acaeeATKVAThQPUYAyVLN7h1YXUTQF8OEjRObPNi2oHRR_aRexuAcRAm5JKGgUvc3CLsoeHn2i2Tul1pGjiI5e_j_KwQ-s1b7Hi24h-wjQn-DwAm0u0V9c2RJnxRM6-gaC8MoWs/s320/DSCF0927.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448889148678401714" /></a>Marc and Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04288177914938642331noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193502363842385573.post-113232993895707702010-01-22T05:10:00.000-08:002010-01-27T16:57:27.888-08:00Another One<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">************UPDATE*************</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">I had an ultrasound this morning (January 27th) and found out that our next little one should arrive around September 14th. Baby looks great with a very strong heartbeat! We are so thankful to God for the little one.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>I have decided that I need to be a little more specific in how I pray! Not because the things that God has given me haven't been great and fantastic, but because they were things I wasn't planning on and just came as a huge surprise. Though, surprises are good... Anyway, on New Year's Eve night, I decided to go outside and play in the snow. Yes, I know....I'm getting older and what 30 something woman goes out to play in the snow without her children? Well, I did. And it was more for the fact of getting out of the house for awhile. I had been cooped up for almost 2 weeks. My children had the stomach flu and I was just tired of being inside. So, I wanted to go out and build a huge snowman for them. Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately), the snow wasn't packy and I couldn't do what I wanted to do. So, I decided to go for a walk. For those of you who don't know, I live in the country and about 1/2 mile back from my back door is some woods. My in-laws own those woods and all the property in between, so I knew it wouldn't be a problem to go back there. I spent that time praying. Praying for change. And change in lots of areas. Change in my heart. I definitely need it. This year I want to grow so much closer to Christ. Change in the hearts of my children. Three of my children have accepted Christ and I want them to start to know and understand Him a little bit more this year. Change in the heart of my husband. Basically, the same change I want for myself. A change of address -- yes, I really want to move. I have had such a desire to live closer to family. When my parents are in NY, one brother in OH and the other in TX, well....you can guess how often we all get together. I am very close to my brothers and miss them terribly. Plus, I want to be able to see my nieces and nephews a little more than I do now. But the change of address is totally up to God. And there were some other little changes that I was praying about, but these were the biggies. I have to tell you, I felt really good after my conversation with God. It felt like He was right there walking right beside me listening to every word I was saying. I could almost see Him nodding His head and saying "Hmmm...." as I was talking. Almost like a friend would do. It was an awesome time together. And I loved it. However, the change I was praying for and the change that God had in mind for us was two totally different things. I'm not saying that He is not going to change my heart or that of my family. I'm sure He will. I'm thinking He just wanted to throw something else in our midst. Something wonderful! Something amazing! Something totally unexpected! Yup, He's giving us another one. Another little Rader! I am going to be a mom of 5! I can't believe it! The doctors told us that our chances of having any more children after Maggie was slim to none. Cole shouldn't have happened, but he did. I always wanted one more child, but was starting to become really content where I was - as a mom of three girls and finally one boy. But obviously God didn't think that was enough. So here we are, expecting another one, and we couldn't be more thrilled. I'm not sure when the baby is due just yet. But I'm sure I will post that once I know for sure (plus an ultrasound picture once I get it). Our plans are not to find out the sex of this little one. We found out for all the others but since this baby was a surprise gift from God, we want him/her to remain a surprise until the very end. So, as I said before, this change was not what I was expecting or planning on, but it is a change that I'm going to grab on to and embrace!</span>Marc and Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04288177914938642331noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193502363842385573.post-76440737098781196042009-12-20T12:12:00.000-08:002009-12-20T13:08:25.693-08:00Hard to Believe<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">It's hard to believe another year has almost come and gone. So much has happened in our lives this past year - the two most important things being that both Lily and Maggie accepted Christ into their lives. And even though some people may think that's sweet and great, what they don't know is the amount of prayer that went into them both making that decision. I remember my mom telling me last year that her mom prayed for the salvation of not only her grandchildren, but her great-grandchildren. Before they were even thought of. I didn't get to meet that grandmother - she died of breast cancer even before my parents were married. But I know she would be proud. And I cannot wait to have the privilege of meeting that awesome woman when I arrive in heaven. But not only did she pray, so did my parents and so did Marc and I. Before they were even born. And from the time I held them for the first time in my arms. So, all three of my girls have accepted Christ. Now we're praying for Cole. That he would accept Him at a young age. But not only that - that he would have the desire and passion to want to obey and serve his Creator. I know it'll be a few years before he will understand - so I'll continue to pray.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">We also had another awesome "miracle" in our home this year. The birth of our very first son! I've always had good pregnancies - great pregnancies, actually. And this one, after the first few months, continued on in the same way. No, I didn't have morning sickness. But there were a few times that I thought I was going to lose this baby. I won't go into details but I do remember one day specifically begging God that if He was going to take Cole, to please do it soon. I remember crying but having such a peace knowing that Cole would be with Him. For those of you who don't know...Marc and I had a really hard time conceiving Cole. With the girls, I could just think the word "pregnant" and I was. But with Cole, it was a completely different story. After 15 months of trying, I finally broke and just had a conversation with God. I laid it all in His very capable hands. I was done trying. Didn't want to try anymore. And if He wanted me to have another child, He would make it happen. Three weeks later I told Marc that I was expecting! I learned much in that time. Had some great conversations with God while we were trying for our fourth child. And it all came down to me just saying, "I can't do it anymore. I give it all to You". We were shocked when we found out that we were having a boy. We don't know anything about boys. What do you do with them? But now I can't imagine not having this beautiful little man as a part of our family. He's perfect in every way. And I am so thankful that God allowed Marc and I to have the honor of taking care of him.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">School has been very busy for me this year. Seems like I'm always going somewhere, learning new music, recording more things...but I'm enjoying it. Tired...but enjoying it. I have some great kids this year. And I'm getting to know them all better. Some of them go to the same church as I do, so it makes it easy to bring up Pastor's message during class time. The last few weeks have been unusually busy for me. I've had around 10 concerts in the last 3 weeks. That's a lot! A lot of playing the same music over and over...a lot of being away from home in the evenings(Marc had to take care of them during that time from dinner time usually to bed time and after - thanks babe!!!)...a lot of being away during the day and having to have Marc's mom come and watch the kids for me ( I really do appreciate it, Sandy!!!). And now that it's over, I am really glad it's done! =) I love working with the music teacher (Mrs. G). She's a lot of fun and has so much energy. But she allows me to be a mom...to say "I can't come in today - my kid is sick"...or "I just can't come in today"...and she's o.k. with it. I am thankful for this job that just dropped into my lap. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Homeschooling as also gone well this year. Emma's in second grade and just doing wonderfully. She LOVES to read. I don't know of too many second graders that read the kinds of books she does, but she loves it and I'm happy with that. She's quite busy...has about 7 subjects that she does a day. It usually takes her about 4 to 4 1/2 hours. It's not too bad. Lily is doing well. She started kindergarten in the fall and loves school, too. She's learning how to write her letters better and also her numbers. She LOVES math - can't get enough of it. She's also learning how to read and doing beautifully with it. There are times when we're reading together and she sounds out a word and then laughs because it's funny. She cracks me up! Maggie is doing some pre-k things. She's recognizing letters and numbers and has projects to do with them every week. She's also learning how to write. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Marc and I celebrated 9 years of marriage in August. The time really did go by fast (at least I think it did...Marc may think otherwise=) ). We are continuing to get to know one another. Not on a surface level, but much deeper. God knew what He was doing when He brought Marc into my life. I couldn't imagine my life with anyone else. Marc is a great husband, daddy and provider and he has allowed me to stay home with my children. I couldn't ask for more.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Very recently my grandmother passed away. She did not have a relationship with Jesus. But I was able to share my faith with her. She was not an easy woman to get to know. In fact, she was quite the opposite. She pushed away some of her children and their spouses and most of her grandchildren. A very stubborn woman and set in her ways. I would like to think that there was a reason God gave her my father to take care of. My father who LOVES Christ, adores his wife, loves his children...why would He give that kind of man to a woman who refused to believe? I don't know. But quite a few years ago I decided that I needed to have some kind of relationship with my grandmother. So, while I was in college, I wrote her a letter telling her how much I loved her and also shared my faith with her. I waited for what seemed like forever before calling her and asking her what she thought. And she very politely told me that it was very sweet of me for being concerned for her, but she was just going to continue on in her own way. Earlier I stated that she was a very stubborn woman. Well, so am I. I inherited that trait from her - you can just ask my parents! =) So, no matter what she did or said, I was going to love her. I was afraid that she would be alone and just didn't want that. So, in my mind, I did it for her. Because she needed it. Little did I realize - years later - that I needed it. I called her every year on her birthday and after she answered the phone and I told her it was me, she said "I've been looking forward to your phone call. I knew you would never forget.". And I never did. The phone calls just started out for her birthday, but then it went on to other random days in the year and holidays, too. It was always hard to know where you stood with grandma - whether she liked you or not. But I know she loved me. She told me...on many different occasions. And grandma never said anything that she didn't mean. So, as I can't rejoice in the fact that she is in heaven (unless she made a last minute decision), I can rejoice that she gave birth to one of the most important men in my life who taught me about Christ and His love.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">To end this lengthy post, here are a few pictures of my children all decked out in their Christmas outfits. But before I sign off, I just want to wish you all a very Merry Christmas. </span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikj_w-7i2fsi3bFGhCRv2el0OnAVh_QdVaMLLoc5A6THw_NdjF_n-zWmM0H39kivzK-0u-X0d_dYEz9_xoOAuKE8FPkZhZVR43UdPp0zqPbY_HPbs7P_NEWBH-XvBASIYDFgjM6cQbQM0/s1600-h/DSCF0869.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikj_w-7i2fsi3bFGhCRv2el0OnAVh_QdVaMLLoc5A6THw_NdjF_n-zWmM0H39kivzK-0u-X0d_dYEz9_xoOAuKE8FPkZhZVR43UdPp0zqPbY_HPbs7P_NEWBH-XvBASIYDFgjM6cQbQM0/s320/DSCF0869.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417415990026469506" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCS3l9TX3ppc7BZepHAWy5RTcAVFUW5s6PSx09jpzQOBYtXYwZA3ZFM7Kp1_KtFekeFxiymDXf33ggRUgn3rrIsMfRNSTtwrmConl8xjAAUdzIRwvO7YPX892rsZ0gmE-BrXxNjpSiML0/s1600-h/DSCF0856.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCS3l9TX3ppc7BZepHAWy5RTcAVFUW5s6PSx09jpzQOBYtXYwZA3ZFM7Kp1_KtFekeFxiymDXf33ggRUgn3rrIsMfRNSTtwrmConl8xjAAUdzIRwvO7YPX892rsZ0gmE-BrXxNjpSiML0/s320/DSCF0856.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417415767742116818" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq81WFBUgGJ6JNO__QRcbPr_f6rTQ_-F7mNXFGc6QZqo0AaF6PGAZ2e48itFWZowD59cziR2kfrc7EhNNncPudikTgZsHMPmMGDVAczxASFj6Mz_KMUdAm7S0jtTtySR8iBRmUvCHtyrY/s1600-h/DSCF0842.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq81WFBUgGJ6JNO__QRcbPr_f6rTQ_-F7mNXFGc6QZqo0AaF6PGAZ2e48itFWZowD59cziR2kfrc7EhNNncPudikTgZsHMPmMGDVAczxASFj6Mz_KMUdAm7S0jtTtySR8iBRmUvCHtyrY/s320/DSCF0842.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417415764782086002" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEOl1IUNJRw30HAG47wSrfXRScj361xxrLV_7urZakIaqoRbsjUh_go5pkUpAgiTGtzB2uvqdbGlskLkHOU6flq82StF5V2fMcjj3JsNFT5wSGvDeEd9NjqeXW95Y5OSGOHfdk5tu2O5A/s1600-h/DSCF0833.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEOl1IUNJRw30HAG47wSrfXRScj361xxrLV_7urZakIaqoRbsjUh_go5pkUpAgiTGtzB2uvqdbGlskLkHOU6flq82StF5V2fMcjj3JsNFT5wSGvDeEd9NjqeXW95Y5OSGOHfdk5tu2O5A/s320/DSCF0833.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417415756111695010" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc0Y7BCK5xr4cAyK4QLaxHn3iLRon_bun9fAOHGD99LopBh-KjAxIY9ZILoQyAlCZe3yZQXLHBxlqQIhBKQm8BES2q3PEXq9pVDo7FV5liiLhDLpU-oNE8z0cyvJZO8fgrfpMg1rG8aSQ/s1600-h/DSCF0873.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc0Y7BCK5xr4cAyK4QLaxHn3iLRon_bun9fAOHGD99LopBh-KjAxIY9ZILoQyAlCZe3yZQXLHBxlqQIhBKQm8BES2q3PEXq9pVDo7FV5liiLhDLpU-oNE8z0cyvJZO8fgrfpMg1rG8aSQ/s320/DSCF0873.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417415753378493458" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj92a_mkLT_mhk5VjI9Pnf9216KLDfPOINHaXqIspz51v89rMAIQ9R4rPa83RBa4qGW5lfwxtSmsrgHjgatPhfK_9j4Bn5DZXJDTeoE13m9L6X3HaavV-Ea2mwOf2YFCgEIsD4llCS6_B8/s1600-h/DSCF0877.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj92a_mkLT_mhk5VjI9Pnf9216KLDfPOINHaXqIspz51v89rMAIQ9R4rPa83RBa4qGW5lfwxtSmsrgHjgatPhfK_9j4Bn5DZXJDTeoE13m9L6X3HaavV-Ea2mwOf2YFCgEIsD4llCS6_B8/s320/DSCF0877.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417415748222902466" /></a>Marc and Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04288177914938642331noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193502363842385573.post-90814513402789873712009-11-20T05:01:00.001-08:002009-11-20T05:16:44.745-08:00I forgot...<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">...and I can't believe I did!! A few weeks ago I asked Lily if she wanted to go grocery shopping with me. It was a Sunday afternoon. One of those GORGEOUS Sunday afternoons. She wanted to go and on the way up to South Bend, she started asking me a ton of questions about Jesus. Why He did certain things...why He died on the cross...and pretty much why He didn't strike all the people dead just before the great flood (she LOVES the story of Noah). I tried to answer her questions as best as I could and I could see the little wheels turning in her head. Then she asked about dying. What would happen to her? I told her that if she had a relationship with Jesus, then she would go to heaven and live with Him. But if she didn't, then that's not where she would go and I just left it at that. A long time ago, Marc and I decided that we weren't going to scare them into asking Jesus into their hearts. Yes, they would learn about hell and about how awful it is, but not for the purposes of scaring them into salvation. Anyway, she got quiet for a little bit and then in a very soft voice said, "Mommy, when I die, I want to go to heaven and live there.". By this time I was already in the Kroger parking lot. We talked a little more and I answered her questions as well as I could, and this little sweet, loving, ornery girl asked Jesus into her heart! I was so PROUD! I always thought, "O.K., my job is to teach them about Christ so that way they will accept Him and then that's it. Well, not really, but you know what I mean. But after Emma asked Christ into her life, I realized that my job is now so much greater. Now I have to mold these little minds and hearts and teach them as much as I can about Him. You know....this is one job that I don't mind doing at all!</span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7KIb1Q2pao3kuYt-tA_wkaooHuT1RgBrMc_WkF8aomUdxuTlt1CWLPOSEd_38_jFvH-Le635ElPw0JyXwRf5WofSmFy0pUahP9adCvPiJ96uDq1R7ck-GMvLInwYr6qpiazB0QyiElig/s1600/DSCF0682.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7KIb1Q2pao3kuYt-tA_wkaooHuT1RgBrMc_WkF8aomUdxuTlt1CWLPOSEd_38_jFvH-Le635ElPw0JyXwRf5WofSmFy0pUahP9adCvPiJ96uDq1R7ck-GMvLInwYr6qpiazB0QyiElig/s320/DSCF0682.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406171093554146978" /></a>Marc and Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04288177914938642331noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193502363842385573.post-19142376754257590152009-11-09T08:37:00.000-08:002009-11-09T09:07:59.627-08:00Cole Laughing<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzkYcYwguVhRHrQ4yUlelGrigg7aY8k0m7mx83aDbwynZtN78kUVAYE83wAmpUI2xDwHObKp6cfXdawWft3mQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Cole has been laughing for about a month now, but never like this. Marc took this video yesterday afternoon while I was gone. This was my surprise when I got home. I LOVED it! I hope it puts a smile on your face today!</span></div><div><br /></div>Marc and Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04288177914938642331noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193502363842385573.post-31966278468183210732009-11-09T07:55:00.000-08:002009-11-09T08:12:09.024-08:00Boo!<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">We had a great time trick-or-treating this year. Even though it was cold out and we didn't go to nearly the amount of homes that we have in the past, the girls still had a great time going to a few select places. They each picked out their own costumes this year with the exception of Cole. Here are just a few pictures showing you how cute they were.</span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIlI4DiuI22SmE08DcvEwd1S34IgVCcmIGhmhCMClM9nHfBkxhmjB-0w16UenpeB7zN_vRQ0vjpyUxMmqShHwgYvdMJ0fCfZ6XluR7hRmBOcAP4Q7BW7neefr3wkmuwQLFAuuz6E3WnSw/s1600-h/DSCF0749.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIlI4DiuI22SmE08DcvEwd1S34IgVCcmIGhmhCMClM9nHfBkxhmjB-0w16UenpeB7zN_vRQ0vjpyUxMmqShHwgYvdMJ0fCfZ6XluR7hRmBOcAP4Q7BW7neefr3wkmuwQLFAuuz6E3WnSw/s320/DSCF0749.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402135385090115042" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Emma's been very much in the Harry Potter series. She's read the first book through 6 times and has seen the first two movies. As if you couldn't tell, she's "Hermione Granger".</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggmgKXknWTmLAhFAMZVh3X2iFjkHyZkfMJedBmKdQN69eNVlYEn7bIWmc2B6oZOor49M1fsR1ZnmOpmFbw4N8WE2SXALEXdntEkihG8x-PHhgPaTjT0Bl-MIlzgucGo0valMJLvL1N1Hs/s1600-h/DSCF0745.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggmgKXknWTmLAhFAMZVh3X2iFjkHyZkfMJedBmKdQN69eNVlYEn7bIWmc2B6oZOor49M1fsR1ZnmOpmFbw4N8WE2SXALEXdntEkihG8x-PHhgPaTjT0Bl-MIlzgucGo0valMJLvL1N1Hs/s320/DSCF0745.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402135216244638002" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Lily loved this costume when we first saw it on the internet. And there was no question who she wanted to be - "Strawberry Shortcake" - pink hair and all!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaGiesAfR99TTVUhf5pJX1BWwLVHrhzJAk-f9HRZgJaq49L3B9g8OTHlAOibL8uMhyphenhyphenM1EzsSkZ6lU-kSo9Gvzq5ekovqqjJzitgKicQ6Xtlrt3PVhPW8G9-Kyox0TmdUa-yNlSDY5Xd8Q/s1600-h/DSCF0748.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaGiesAfR99TTVUhf5pJX1BWwLVHrhzJAk-f9HRZgJaq49L3B9g8OTHlAOibL8uMhyphenhyphenM1EzsSkZ6lU-kSo9Gvzq5ekovqqjJzitgKicQ6Xtlrt3PVhPW8G9-Kyox0TmdUa-yNlSDY5Xd8Q/s320/DSCF0748.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402135210294014898" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Maggie went back and forth and finally decided on "Raggedy Ann". I LOVED this costume and she now wears it almost every day!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrK6oZsQ8NO_bgkPE1wET58plumi89BchZNQ-gCLB_a-wVz1oXA2ekx0WuGjKHAwAVl90uL8LA_oJShyUXj2wUsXhwHFl79gFFdj6L2f_rp1aqT7PyCL7ky457XmluHoTjVZFs3qpF3r4/s1600-h/DSCF0752.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrK6oZsQ8NO_bgkPE1wET58plumi89BchZNQ-gCLB_a-wVz1oXA2ekx0WuGjKHAwAVl90uL8LA_oJShyUXj2wUsXhwHFl79gFFdj6L2f_rp1aqT7PyCL7ky457XmluHoTjVZFs3qpF3r4/s320/DSCF0752.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402135207818843810" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">My happy little man - a Tootsie Roll! Everyone loved this costume. I thought he looked pretty cute!!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy-VJfpFO_d5E6u8d2XCz3IR7StXNINwY3tb4O5amQGfq3IzkeJfa7Vk5keWKdLwkbbcNqQ7ZMUL_aehhilKRGkDT3CJ9Mb_jym1VudkSohLcRYcx08p_-8Oxh4JGzuhoz6TVjl6B085E/s1600-h/DSCF0758.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy-VJfpFO_d5E6u8d2XCz3IR7StXNINwY3tb4O5amQGfq3IzkeJfa7Vk5keWKdLwkbbcNqQ7ZMUL_aehhilKRGkDT3CJ9Mb_jym1VudkSohLcRYcx08p_-8Oxh4JGzuhoz6TVjl6B085E/s320/DSCF0758.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402135204653784626" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBL4CgTJYYrbfUHtVzlM98JwwmULWb4bILp7PrFCaI73fgcvBFcMvW5CTJ4U7JXERc99IeNpN_mp0whWVaojMWs6OfW8_maS5i4Mo4E05OZ_z_d0paX8ZP2ALEfUXM0paNL7IQKIfRtDk/s1600-h/DSCF0754.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBL4CgTJYYrbfUHtVzlM98JwwmULWb4bILp7PrFCaI73fgcvBFcMvW5CTJ4U7JXERc99IeNpN_mp0whWVaojMWs6OfW8_maS5i4Mo4E05OZ_z_d0paX8ZP2ALEfUXM0paNL7IQKIfRtDk/s320/DSCF0754.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402135193471346850" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Hope you all had a very Happy Halloween!</span></div>Marc and Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04288177914938642331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193502363842385573.post-37138728282820113812009-10-29T16:00:00.001-07:002009-10-29T16:16:30.310-07:00Truly Amazing<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">We had a few experiences in our home this week that I would really rather not ever have happen again. The first happened this past Tuesday. Cole had woken up early and he was a little fussy. His belly had been bothering him and since there was nothing I could do for him, I decided to let him cry it out for just a little bit. So, I quickly jumped in the shower and got myself ready for the day. It didn't take me that long, maybe 20 minutes. After I was done, I turned on the monitor and could hear him breathing. He had fallen back asleep. I started my day and then got the girls up and ready. Finally, I went in to wake Cole up at his normal time. I had gotten to his closed door and I could hear him crying inside, so I hurried in to get him. I noticed as soon as I opened the door that his cry was muffled. When I got to his crib, I saw what no mother would want to see. Somehow he had rolled over onto his back (he's been doing this for quite awhile now), scooted his body to the head of the crib, turned around and scooted back down to the end. In this process, his head got underneath his blanket. Normally I wouldn't be overly concerned, but his blanket had gotten wrapped tightly around his head! I don't know how that happened, but I immediately was in panic mode. I ripped that blanket off his head, scooped him up in my arms and we cried together. Under the blanket was about a foot circle of sweat and tears. I don't know how long he had been like that but when I took the blanket off his head, he was struggling to take in full breaths. It was hot under there. His entire head was covered in sweat and dripping down his face. His hair was slicked back. It was amazing that this little guy didn't suffocate. I've heard of babies dying for unknown reasons in their cribs. God totally had His hand on my son for that to not have happened to him.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Then, last night after I got home from the gym, we were putting the girls to bed. I tucked in Lily and Maggie and then was heading down to Emma's room to pray with her and say goodnight. I picked Cole up off from the living room floor to take him down with me. About 1/3 of the way down, my left ankle buckled and we fell down the stairs together. Amazingly enough, Cole never hit the stairs or the wall. He stayed in my arms the whole time. The only time he cried was when I was screaming to Marc to come and get him. God, again, had His hand on my son. The second time in two days. He truly is amazing!!! And I am thanking Him daily for protecting Cole.</span></div>Marc and Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04288177914938642331noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193502363842385573.post-33957087346203851532009-10-29T15:46:00.000-07:002009-10-29T15:59:58.025-07:00Kercher's Apple Orchard<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">A few days ago we took the kids to Kercher's Apple Orchard in Goshen. It was for a field trip for our homeschool group and we had a great time. Thankfully the rain stopped in time for the adventure. It was muddy, but it was warming up and the kids all had a great time. Each person was able to pick three apples and one gourd. The kids were also given coloring books and everyone had apple cider (which was AMAZING)!!! Anyway, here are some pictures from this great day!</span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAF8h8FJ2jfy9kJhjjfyGQ_4Sc3dZDYpqrydxl0Vqyh1gfonOcyEWfNW4BMGYtyNDKBVhxC7RF99fAIGrxxa04wBZR53Rr3JRPyaSvQsNuCLzTvZYB5PO3dRavkx2GlHTjeG0zTY1ApHM/s1600-h/DSCF0732.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAF8h8FJ2jfy9kJhjjfyGQ_4Sc3dZDYpqrydxl0Vqyh1gfonOcyEWfNW4BMGYtyNDKBVhxC7RF99fAIGrxxa04wBZR53Rr3JRPyaSvQsNuCLzTvZYB5PO3dRavkx2GlHTjeG0zTY1ApHM/s320/DSCF0732.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398158724118000866" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The view around the orchard! It was gorgeous!!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">(Unfortunately it was still hazy out from the rain)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj14WItwwS7QnziPQXWkklfg8cvBUMUyWbHd3OsXQpiJADpwB1PHBRBHWDkTMYcEUTBLCWEVvvQdoF_JW2L7DdoMwFTgolInTt1XhklottWxudMWwIsfvxgKCKYMA59hiMnr-ekhcft2oc/s1600-h/DSCF0727.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj14WItwwS7QnziPQXWkklfg8cvBUMUyWbHd3OsXQpiJADpwB1PHBRBHWDkTMYcEUTBLCWEVvvQdoF_JW2L7DdoMwFTgolInTt1XhklottWxudMWwIsfvxgKCKYMA59hiMnr-ekhcft2oc/s320/DSCF0727.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398158715420936818" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Posing in the corn maze.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTogWAjR0SEi22ks9UEse1SMgmWh1k-gqjeZmG7sQ9rDXsRylHmSXAO5DBpdgYTMHXotWe8uxnlpeRJOuRPTSZDaL-o1wl5y0AYlPMl4aCGPJ8roeKaUK45diaqQIiOIYkb1dpy4NdMWA/s1600-h/DSCF0728.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTogWAjR0SEi22ks9UEse1SMgmWh1k-gqjeZmG7sQ9rDXsRylHmSXAO5DBpdgYTMHXotWe8uxnlpeRJOuRPTSZDaL-o1wl5y0AYlPMl4aCGPJ8roeKaUK45diaqQIiOIYkb1dpy4NdMWA/s320/DSCF0728.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398158710913729362" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Walking through the corn maze.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5oUexbsga3BN_DMc3wlK1o5qV7qm6UQUgnuniMect7A0DGFiDsUHkTUtMcxKLewVRfp2k-cb4InnLYN0M-g5yuHBn1I62p_gd-IMSxpqhQNJbAMOh6ln0mVo6i7eJzEKDssds7J0334E/s1600-h/DSCF0729.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5oUexbsga3BN_DMc3wlK1o5qV7qm6UQUgnuniMect7A0DGFiDsUHkTUtMcxKLewVRfp2k-cb4InnLYN0M-g5yuHBn1I62p_gd-IMSxpqhQNJbAMOh6ln0mVo6i7eJzEKDssds7J0334E/s320/DSCF0729.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398158703550261202" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Daddy and his son.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNdQIMEpkuWk9oAfS60AAZjXXGcJpcOBKdLGV9fEHMMjqF_uz7vGtdqwtnl8U-7-2cWUDX0xZ-NGyU9VGjQBDlHYlv26lBdmQPGnJ6hKULRKzQm57w5NhvNM14DZBfGEd16MV78edn48g/s1600-h/DSCF0735.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNdQIMEpkuWk9oAfS60AAZjXXGcJpcOBKdLGV9fEHMMjqF_uz7vGtdqwtnl8U-7-2cWUDX0xZ-NGyU9VGjQBDlHYlv26lBdmQPGnJ6hKULRKzQm57w5NhvNM14DZBfGEd16MV78edn48g/s320/DSCF0735.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398157862369627890" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Emma picking her Red Delicious apple.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-1iRvXCLca3QR0YWI1FAcXAkLuVSjHTvqgTclduSeUFgYEhS4pMGJwq8QbUknmFQeM0qQqK4A-qc8471xbgZiA526Xx2niS4s-QbMjH8DiPaya_HzW9SebMjc2I6yHw0948O28YusGzU/s1600-h/DSCF0736.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-1iRvXCLca3QR0YWI1FAcXAkLuVSjHTvqgTclduSeUFgYEhS4pMGJwq8QbUknmFQeM0qQqK4A-qc8471xbgZiA526Xx2niS4s-QbMjH8DiPaya_HzW9SebMjc2I6yHw0948O28YusGzU/s320/DSCF0736.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398157857302195458" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Lily picking her Red Delicious apple.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW7BaKsEw_2LIqvB5VJ0LtBak-D6KURrXYModkkVlZicmqoimryj-sixz9H3HfgAHb8Qh6ymaQnvwTpxvyA-NBmy-vMpnHw2GbV_6hKv-2F6OYnIp_BNIfxBpwPK3cQREd2QANf_ZZ3sk/s1600-h/DSCF0741.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW7BaKsEw_2LIqvB5VJ0LtBak-D6KURrXYModkkVlZicmqoimryj-sixz9H3HfgAHb8Qh6ymaQnvwTpxvyA-NBmy-vMpnHw2GbV_6hKv-2F6OYnIp_BNIfxBpwPK3cQREd2QANf_ZZ3sk/s320/DSCF0741.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398157846964796018" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Maggie picking her Golden Delicious apple.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigChwIJqS0KYkp31ghzxrVu0J4i1Rc_mjmXylKeMH9OUrUKV1qaJlhZKLmrF4i7ZIVfJQ1c8ZENGyN11VWwdL5EapYbOOHJSwSLJd6hyphenhyphenHr6_xeaGR_Q3cgjajqE1we0PGD4qok1HSc13I/s1600-h/DSCF0738.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigChwIJqS0KYkp31ghzxrVu0J4i1Rc_mjmXylKeMH9OUrUKV1qaJlhZKLmrF4i7ZIVfJQ1c8ZENGyN11VWwdL5EapYbOOHJSwSLJd6hyphenhyphenHr6_xeaGR_Q3cgjajqE1we0PGD4qok1HSc13I/s320/DSCF0738.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398157845104335922" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgSuRGzL6EUy79cVVpRUNfN2FKLqJvtNm0BeWCfdNAz-jV6JkEONhyvD4D3eeg6omY87dWIEiCVF1AH-hvJqQ0Wgd7-zefBhWFNBkWjirPQOg-gTwZRl7KCdhmo1pJoUusE5Mb8bz9DFM/s1600-h/DSCF0742.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgSuRGzL6EUy79cVVpRUNfN2FKLqJvtNm0BeWCfdNAz-jV6JkEONhyvD4D3eeg6omY87dWIEiCVF1AH-hvJqQ0Wgd7-zefBhWFNBkWjirPQOg-gTwZRl7KCdhmo1pJoUusE5Mb8bz9DFM/s320/DSCF0742.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398157813225292818" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">We had a great time and we're looking forward to doing it again next year</span>.</div>Marc and Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04288177914938642331noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193502363842385573.post-65347967499097874982009-10-23T11:27:00.000-07:002009-10-23T12:40:37.372-07:00Miscellaneous<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">So much has happened in the last few weeks around our home. Nothing major, but it just seems that we're always on the go. So, to sit down and spend some time on the computer is a luxury at the moment. I am babysitting for some friends, but the kids are all sitting down and watching "Wallace and Gromit". On a side note, if you want a cute movie that will make you laugh, you've gotta watch these. My kids love them and I think Marc and I love them as much as they do. O.K. On to the next thing.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Last weekend Marc and I were able to get away for a few hours without the kids. It's been a long time since we've been on a date. I know it's so important to date your spouse after you get married, but it's so hard when you have more than two children. Not because they're not well-behaved (they generally are) but because it's hard to find someone to watch 4 kids. And on top of that, it's hard not to pay out the nose for a sitter. So, it had been at least 5 years since our last date. Some good friends of ours watched the kids for us last Saturday night. We're going to take turns with them. They watch our kids one month and then we watch theirs the next. No calls to check on how they're doing...just enjoying our time together. And that's just what we did. We laughed and had a great time together. We missed each other. I brought my camera to take pictures and never did. Just was too caught up in the moment. I remembered some of the reasons that I married this man. And I would do it all over again.</span></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSDLR-tsNh_NWG3L5Cv09qbkxCDb6XmdF_xUHC17mpEwGmf76y2zufCVdJMGig-u6yl7pdjm4escUFYsvYHL5PEskWA6P8p42wu9GCay6ngGNMDhODiY4N3xcuyeUXoi2QFttqO6CkyHA/s320/DSCF0702.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395868460757797586" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I <b>LOVE</b> this man!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2SyLfZrYUGj1TCsl0KdeC8Sbkboxz0_3mZRY6hVVODIQDOUnijAIongpS_uy2dPHOhy0QAJs-YUDxh-HnljXjYxY_Bo1K1SGp2U8f_o-oBxQJ2dD_F2UCRS396MbLwH1LTC0FLJhav44/s1600-h/DSCF0644.JPG"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2SyLfZrYUGj1TCsl0KdeC8Sbkboxz0_3mZRY6hVVODIQDOUnijAIongpS_uy2dPHOhy0QAJs-YUDxh-HnljXjYxY_Bo1K1SGp2U8f_o-oBxQJ2dD_F2UCRS396MbLwH1LTC0FLJhav44/s1600-h/DSCF0644.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2SyLfZrYUGj1TCsl0KdeC8Sbkboxz0_3mZRY6hVVODIQDOUnijAIongpS_uy2dPHOhy0QAJs-YUDxh-HnljXjYxY_Bo1K1SGp2U8f_o-oBxQJ2dD_F2UCRS396MbLwH1LTC0FLJhav44/s320/DSCF0644.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395867159123983602" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I had taken this picture of Cole and my dad when we were in NY for a big family visit. I love this picture of the two of them. I love my dad - so much so that Cole has his middle name. And I adore my son.</span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPJNAhMCI2vHq04DHj-IooXzCwb-OYbLkYRyC-Zc-gMtvSxkZR1a5QhWaNrct3JGQ9WdD38nzDcbUyHVSwYWufjEpp5SKYHsvvVUUltUvE7SEuVTGPVPuBh808aqjhmmDjcdF56MbMp0w/s1600-h/DSCF0696.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPJNAhMCI2vHq04DHj-IooXzCwb-OYbLkYRyC-Zc-gMtvSxkZR1a5QhWaNrct3JGQ9WdD38nzDcbUyHVSwYWufjEpp5SKYHsvvVUUltUvE7SEuVTGPVPuBh808aqjhmmDjcdF56MbMp0w/s320/DSCF0696.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395867154041566594" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">We had another first in our house last week. Lily lost her first tooth! It started getting loose on Tuesday and by Thursday she had pulled it out on her own! She was SO proud of herself.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzo93VmRZB1CAYSxKNrN6NIvZBc-ViqzvqzvjFOD1jC6DR4bcMh8XJbxRAugnmTpZAFf63AP38OFAkitLR88aIKDlhpK3ZCFJd9SEO-VKIIJUC9Fdlu_8gzQL4q2LaQWw0xK5elaLMac4/s1600-h/DSCF0697.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzo93VmRZB1CAYSxKNrN6NIvZBc-ViqzvqzvjFOD1jC6DR4bcMh8XJbxRAugnmTpZAFf63AP38OFAkitLR88aIKDlhpK3ZCFJd9SEO-VKIIJUC9Fdlu_8gzQL4q2LaQWw0xK5elaLMac4/s320/DSCF0697.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395867148301642530" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">We had to go out and buy the girls new winter jackets a few weeks ago. Maggie's came with and orange hat and she wanted to pose. Check out that ornery grin.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpznXttuXD6bpAEz8p8WJpwzrSDd4kWi8sTaHiKXseYwI3P5D10sWPRl8S6_hFFriMahRDh0t3uhiM1hR6ufXo5lvR8w370mlsdo1YylvYiR2EG2ffYrndmg6cgAuhyFC9E-LLfNoSyuo/s1600-h/DSCF0705.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpznXttuXD6bpAEz8p8WJpwzrSDd4kWi8sTaHiKXseYwI3P5D10sWPRl8S6_hFFriMahRDh0t3uhiM1hR6ufXo5lvR8w370mlsdo1YylvYiR2EG2ffYrndmg6cgAuhyFC9E-LLfNoSyuo/s320/DSCF0705.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395867146346568770" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Mags and me. She wanted her picture taken with mom.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHLGqENpnm5C3IoBNkTEOq2P71Ext92ySaE1UTsH-neGPPjxw_tPeCrnN-iCTILZN1q_mHqZgXkfZW68kn-wQsxtWIljaCL9pH6_xO1NzvvwE7LzoWBbkfhMZxIV2qI9c-KF7yhSbEVwo/s1600-h/DSCF0707.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHLGqENpnm5C3IoBNkTEOq2P71Ext92ySaE1UTsH-neGPPjxw_tPeCrnN-iCTILZN1q_mHqZgXkfZW68kn-wQsxtWIljaCL9pH6_xO1NzvvwE7LzoWBbkfhMZxIV2qI9c-KF7yhSbEVwo/s320/DSCF0707.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395867138350169154" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">So did Lil.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjlRKebFKmJrGosTX3lWN9zr_VsapaqjvRHmPvGHhVOYT0HAy95AoBwrlj4cjJZedTWLluqJZDJkSxLy4Uyh2VgFm5fHQcLr9DM6PJJrBuSGR6vszzSjoT84Vwc-0f0vriZ27ONKc81zE/s1600-h/DSCF0711.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjlRKebFKmJrGosTX3lWN9zr_VsapaqjvRHmPvGHhVOYT0HAy95AoBwrlj4cjJZedTWLluqJZDJkSxLy4Uyh2VgFm5fHQcLr9DM6PJJrBuSGR6vszzSjoT84Vwc-0f0vriZ27ONKc81zE/s320/DSCF0711.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395865903781022338" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">They harvested all the beans last week. The girls love that time of year because they get to go for rides in the combine. Unfortunately I couldn't go and take pictures of them because I had to stay inside with Cole as he was napping. Hopefully next year he'll be able to go for a ride, too!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoi-H21Nx2Q1G_ntsvRO8KBs8W6b-g1RAgvguRp_aaPkYFvwO49IU-1v6oftBHreZs_8lID368WHPQkslxiEobln9vuQuwFBDdvox3I98eR-Jl3-UPsveWq_ET3HjrRT98HaWDadLqeEo/s1600-h/DSCF0713.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoi-H21Nx2Q1G_ntsvRO8KBs8W6b-g1RAgvguRp_aaPkYFvwO49IU-1v6oftBHreZs_8lID368WHPQkslxiEobln9vuQuwFBDdvox3I98eR-Jl3-UPsveWq_ET3HjrRT98HaWDadLqeEo/s320/DSCF0713.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395865894060957842" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhss97jsdDoiH7Om-nBxOr4Vvk8auNzj1wzuDqwxYY7jYc7GJPZEHS28kWNy2a5JDfyXO8VSz_EU9vrf2RF4eysT0MpW3VsgQOnnuVz-Dr_AleNXiWOauHqX0SfzwtP1NgfAwnXzhhUrLs/s1600-h/DSCF0715.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhss97jsdDoiH7Om-nBxOr4Vvk8auNzj1wzuDqwxYY7jYc7GJPZEHS28kWNy2a5JDfyXO8VSz_EU9vrf2RF4eysT0MpW3VsgQOnnuVz-Dr_AleNXiWOauHqX0SfzwtP1NgfAwnXzhhUrLs/s320/DSCF0715.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395865885734014706" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">My son is growing so fast! Even though he only weighs 13 lbs., the doctor said it was o.k. to start him on baby food. So, the above picture is of him with his first taste of cereal. He really enjoyed it. The lower picture is of his first taste of squash. That took a little more of getting used to, but he loves it now! It's so hard to believe Cole's over 18 weeks old now. He's such a good baby. Only cries when he's tired, hungry or has a nasty diaper. He sleeps 12 hours at night and takes a 4 1/2 hour nap in the afternoon. He smiles all the time! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizW-VZUsnuXXTt24_NGWmYAWsuQNhOR_RCMCPYABZgF27SQZs_oW2QleeqYTwwqCd048f341r8cIo9ZegcfjcwC6N8HYfVPJnXTZor3llfnTJqK-1ByKHOnmv5ZomXfsYZUq2Pe6e4uEs/s1600-h/DSCF0718.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizW-VZUsnuXXTt24_NGWmYAWsuQNhOR_RCMCPYABZgF27SQZs_oW2QleeqYTwwqCd048f341r8cIo9ZegcfjcwC6N8HYfVPJnXTZor3llfnTJqK-1ByKHOnmv5ZomXfsYZUq2Pe6e4uEs/s320/DSCF0718.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395865883479156194" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">So, that's what we've been up to lately. Busy? Yes. I do wish it would slow down a little. But since it's not, I'll just have to enjoy what I can at this very moment. And right now I'm going to go and enjoy watching "Strawberry Shortcake" with my girls!</span></div>Marc and Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04288177914938642331noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4193502363842385573.post-83130206219132282552009-09-30T13:21:00.001-07:002009-09-30T19:41:56.204-07:00In Love<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Lately I've been singing "You Are My Sunshine" to Cole. It seems as if all my children, from the moment they were born, have been in love with music. It's soothing, relaxing, etc. But they all love it. So, when I started singing this song to Cole, he would smile, coo, try to giggle, make noises (I think it's his "joyful" noise). Now in this video, you will see him smile. He didn't really do any of the other things. It's funny, whenever I get the video camera in front of him, he becomes really timid. I know that's pretty common, but I wanted to show you his reaction. Of course, the singing isn't the greatest. I started a little too high for my voice and it's just not the best. But I wanted you to see what I see in this little boy. Pure love. Maybe not necessarily for music, but for his mom. You can see it in his eyes. I've been really busy these last few nights and Marc has had all the kids. Cole was a little fussy during one of these times and Marc decided to sit down and turn on this video so Cole could hear my singing. He said it was amazing - Cole knew it was me right away and stopped fussing. He knew my voice and tried to find the sound. Kind of how it states in John 10:27 - "My sheep hear my voice and I know them, and they follow Me.". Am I just like Cole? Do I know the voice of my Savior and do I do whatever I can to find Him and follow Him? Sometimes I do, but there are times that I ignore that voice. I know that time will be coming with Cole - a time when he hears me call to him and he decides not to follow. But right now I'm relishing in the time that he does try to find me all the time. Maybe that's a little bit of how Christ feels when I decide to follow him. Like a proud, loving parent.</span></div><div><br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwWoWKw8F2BIWRl6AXIOUx9X8pc9CCK4Yzi9GFFx-lrVwrLFcBoiUhLYM3zfUdrZX9Q5BZYR1zppgLbbvB9CA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Marc and Allisonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04288177914938642331noreply@blogger.com3