<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760</id><updated>2012-01-26T11:53:31.750-08:00</updated><category term='kids crafts'/><category term='emery'/><category term='oliver'/><category term='ashlynn'/><category term='family'/><category term='kids'/><title type='text'>always kiss me goodnight</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>306</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-3945650919539847471</id><published>2012-01-25T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T09:43:19.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten months</title><content type='html'>My sweet Oliver is ten months old today. Ten months already gone by since I heard the words, "What is it, Dad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's a boy!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so excited to hear those words again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yp2C93S_rTo/TyA4DioVR5I/AAAAAAAABuw/k112_SElTiQ/s1600/oliver10months2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yp2C93S_rTo/TyA4DioVR5I/AAAAAAAABuw/k112_SElTiQ/s640/oliver10months2.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a happy, easy baby he is. He is such a great addition to our family and makes me happy every time I look at him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 month stats:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He weighs seventeen pounds on the dot. My long, skinny baby!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He eats anything and everything. Whatever we are eating we dump on his tray, too. No baby food for this guy! We do avoid dairy since he has a sensitivity to it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He still has only eight teeth although I am pretty sure the others will be coming in soon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We seem to be getting his skin under control with the use of pure organic coconut oil applied topically. I also use it in my cooking and baking as a substitute for butter - I even "butter" Ollie's toast with it. It seems to be helping.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is still army crawling although he gets up on his knees and rocks back and forth many times a day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He is starting to pull himself up on things to get on his knees. No standing yet, though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He still nurses many times a day - usually when he wakes in the morning, when he wakes from his morning and afternoon naps, and before bed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the last week he has been going to bed around seven and waking around 9:30 and 12:30 to nurse. Sometimes he sleeps until five or six, but sometimes he wakes again in the three o'clock hour to nurse again. I'm hoping he sleeps through the night soon but crying it out doesn't work for this kid so we'll just wait it out!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He can clap his hands and will do so if we say "yay" at the end of a song or book! He also loves to play "pat-a-cake" with us or Ashlynn and Emery.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves to go to sleep with a pacifier but he doesn't really suck on it. He just gnaws on it and bangs it on the crib. He also loves his softie to rub against his face.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He sleeps in his crib in his bedroom which he shares with Emery and they do quite well together. I'm somewhat surprised.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He has such an easy smile and is such a mommy's boy - I love getting him up from his naps because he just smiles and laughs. He is always happy to see his mom!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RiDF4bZozmk/TyA-ND1c36I/AAAAAAAABu4/hlB_YWJ-zHw/s1600/oliver10months1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RiDF4bZozmk/TyA-ND1c36I/AAAAAAAABu4/hlB_YWJ-zHw/s640/oliver10months1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a blessing you are, Oliver Aaron! We are so happy to have you in our lives and thank God always for you. It is so much fun to watch you grow and learn and explore your world and I love the blessing of be able to stay home every day with you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-3945650919539847471?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3945650919539847471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=3945650919539847471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/3945650919539847471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/3945650919539847471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2012/01/ten-months.html' title='Ten months'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yp2C93S_rTo/TyA4DioVR5I/AAAAAAAABuw/k112_SElTiQ/s72-c/oliver10months2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-4806473248888835979</id><published>2012-01-19T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T07:24:31.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eleven below...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The temperature on my computer says -11 in Duluth at seven in the morning! Yikes. We have had the most mild winter so far that it seems crazy to even think that it's that cold outside. We have the space heater going in our living room which is keeping us warm and cozy. Seth's mom is coming this afternoon to take Ashlynn to speech so we don't have to go out at all. I think we'll bake something yummy and relax today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My niece Madilynn is coming over later to spend the night so my sister can clean and then she will come over and babysit my kids in the morning while I take Ashlynn to her visit to the psychologist as we try to learn how her speech disorder might be affecting her frustration level. I want to make sure that she is getting all the tools that she needs to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZH7oK4_cjhY/Txg1RvqCY9I/AAAAAAAABug/dVJg7mFpsZI/s1600/IMG_2168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZH7oK4_cjhY/Txg1RvqCY9I/AAAAAAAABug/dVJg7mFpsZI/s640/IMG_2168.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Having a sleepover!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;On that note, Ashlynn will be starting preschool next week on Tuesday and Thursday mornings at the elementary school near our house. She is so excited and I must admit that I am, too! It's only 2.5 hours a morning and it will be a great opportunity for her to spend time with her peers, something that she loves. It will also be nice for Emery to have some alone time at home as he is such a loner and does best when he spends a good chunk of the day alone (and by alone I mean without Ashlynn - the babies are too little to bug him yet). It sounds like a win-win situation and at less than ten dollars per class, it's the most affordable I've found. It's considered an ECFE class so they have a bit of flexibility with their "curriculum" which is fine with me. She already knows a lot of her basic things and I can teach her that kind of stuff. What I can't do (on a regular basis) is to teach her how to socialize with a group of her peers. She is such a social girl that she needs a bit of that and like I said, Emery is somewhat of a loner. They play together often but they end up fighting because Emery gets overwhelmed, I think. I'm still trying to figure out what makes that boy tick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AbzdSESdpf4/Txg1eeq2KAI/AAAAAAAABuo/5oo4m7HoplE/s1600/IMG_2171.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AbzdSESdpf4/Txg1eeq2KAI/AAAAAAAABuo/5oo4m7HoplE/s640/IMG_2171.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;His indoor obstacle course!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I am going to try to organize my craft/school supplies in the basement. I am on the lookout for a preschool type table and chairs and I need some more clear bins to sort things for the shelves. We have a lot of stuff that I've been collecting over the years but it's so disorganized that we are unable to find anything! I need to get some printer ink so that I can print out some worksheet type things and laminate them. Our goals this spring are to learn to identify the letters of the alphabet starting with their names, to be able to count ten things, learn shapes and start learning to write their names. I have no idea if these goals are too lofty but either way we'll have fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-4806473248888835979?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4806473248888835979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=4806473248888835979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/4806473248888835979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/4806473248888835979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2012/01/eleven-below.html' title='Eleven below...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZH7oK4_cjhY/Txg1RvqCY9I/AAAAAAAABug/dVJg7mFpsZI/s72-c/IMG_2168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-2700206060534292144</id><published>2012-01-17T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T05:25:37.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I haven't had the time or energy to blog lately because we have a new foster baby in our house! Lexi is thirteen months old and my kids just love her. She is a very sweet girl and fits right in here so that makes things easier. She is sharing a room with Ashlynn and that is helping Ashlynn stay in her room at night. For a while there she was coming into our room every time she heard a train go by (which is often since we live a few blocks from the tracks).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So after a nine month break in kids we are back in action! It was nice to have a good chunk of time to focus on our own three children after Oliver was born and I am thankful for it. I must say that I am super excited to be helping out again, though, and this little girl seems to be a good way to get ourselves back into the swing of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As for the length of this placement, we are hoping that she will be reunited with her parents by the beginning of the summer if all goes well. They seem really excited to get her back so I hope this situation motivates them to get some things worked out in their lives. Please pray for them (and their baby girl) if you think of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-2700206060534292144?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2700206060534292144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=2700206060534292144&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/2700206060534292144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/2700206060534292144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-baby.html' title='New baby!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-3404786854790779714</id><published>2012-01-13T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T04:54:51.969-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oliver'/><title type='text'>Here I come, Mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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color: #666666; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 3px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 7px;"&gt;&lt;h1 style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 22px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.1em; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px;"&gt;WAYNE A. YAMRY&lt;/h1&gt;Wayne Allen Yamry, 55, of Proctor, passed away Jan.&lt;div style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; line-height: 17px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 6px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: auto; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: auto; width: 640px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="section" style="background-color: white; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 14px; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 3px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 15px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="related_content related_links" style="background-color: white; 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border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(223, 223, 223); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(223, 223, 223); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; color: #666666; display: block; font-size: 11px; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 7px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 7px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px; padding-top: 5px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;h3 style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; color: black; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.1em; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 25px; padding-bottom: 5px;"&gt;More...&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul style="list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;li class="weblink" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(http://www.duluthnewstribune.com/global_site/template/gfx/icons/weblink.png); background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 2px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 25px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.duluthnewstribune.com/marketplace/engwallobit#anchor" style="color: #34618f; text-decoration: none;" title="LINK"&gt;Send Flowers Now&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Wayne Allen Yamry, 55, of Proctor, passed away Jan. 5, 2012.&lt;br /&gt;Wayne was born in St. Cloud, Minn., Jan. 14, 1956, to Anna and Sylvester Yamry. He worked for Mike Ives Realty since 1980.&lt;br /&gt;He was a member of the Proctor Moose and the Minnesota Manufacturing Housing Association.&lt;br /&gt;Wayne enjoyed ice fishing, yard work, outdoor activities, traveling, and most of all, spending time with his grandchildren, family, and friends.&lt;br /&gt;He was admired and was an inspiration to many people. Wayne will be deeply missed by all of the lives he touched.&lt;br /&gt;He was preceded in death by his father.&lt;br /&gt;Wayne is survived by his fiancé, Nancy Lilliberg; children Eric (Tara) Yamry and Lisa Yamry; grandchildren Blake, Jace, Nahjia, and Hollis Jr.; mother Anna Yamry; brothers Gary (Diane) Yamry and Michael (Gayle) Yamry; sister Linda (David) Solnitsky; former wife Lois Nistler; extended family Sherri (Darin) Lind and Lucas (Kelsi) Lilliberg; he was also known as Papa to Jaycee, Kaleb, Ava, and Asher; and many friends.&lt;br /&gt;MEMORIAL SERVICE:&lt;br /&gt;3 p.m. Monday, Jan. 9, in Bethlehem Lutheran Church, 701 Third Ave in Proctor with a reception to follow.&lt;br /&gt;Arrangement entrusted to the Cremation Society of Minnesota, (218) 624-5200.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-9008861840331861599?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/9008861840331861599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=9008861840331861599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/9008861840331861599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/9008861840331861599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2012/01/rip-uncle-wayne.html' title='RIP &quot;Uncle&quot; Wayne'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-2844178510138869275</id><published>2012-01-08T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T07:52:15.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepec sick party!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-71IFMBBW5wc/Twm5lOLopcI/AAAAAAAABtA/4eYo63Tp-5I/s1600/IMG_2020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-71IFMBBW5wc/Twm5lOLopcI/AAAAAAAABtA/4eYo63Tp-5I/s640/IMG_2020.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who's this?! Nice disguise, Emery!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_57d7ySHkT8/Twm5upVc3EI/AAAAAAAABtI/QmOUOYE6r4k/s1600/IMG_2023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_57d7ySHkT8/Twm5upVc3EI/AAAAAAAABtI/QmOUOYE6r4k/s640/IMG_2023.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing with her pretties!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J_lr7LEv-yk/Twm51cJvpPI/AAAAAAAABtQ/lXj9-F-cjBA/s1600/IMG_2064.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J_lr7LEv-yk/Twm51cJvpPI/AAAAAAAABtQ/lXj9-F-cjBA/s640/IMG_2064.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Crawling" over to mommy!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Stepec's are sick. It started with Oliver a little over a week ago, but he didn't get it so bad (probably because he's still mostly nursed). Then Emery got it - a nasty cough and runny nose. Ashlynn currently has been up coughing at night and I woke up this morning with a sore throat. Bummer. We are staying home from church (no one wants a couple of coughing toddlers in the nursery) and resting. As much as we can with three babies, that is! The kids are still hyper even though they don't feel well - that just makes them more whiny and sensitive. Maybe we'll go over to "the Grandpa's house" (as Emery calls it) and relax there - I heard my mom just went to the grocery store!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here is a recipe that I shared on my creative blog recently. A taco bread braid that is SO yummy! Click on the button on my left sidebar to go to the post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h4UHYfrGits/Twm54bNl14I/AAAAAAAABtY/gkWzpLYayV0/s1600/taco+bread+braid.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h4UHYfrGits/Twm54bNl14I/AAAAAAAABtY/gkWzpLYayV0/s640/taco+bread+braid.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-2844178510138869275?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2844178510138869275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=2844178510138869275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/2844178510138869275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/2844178510138869275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2012/01/whos-this-nice-disguise-emery-playing.html' title='Stepec sick party!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-71IFMBBW5wc/Twm5lOLopcI/AAAAAAAABtA/4eYo63Tp-5I/s72-c/IMG_2020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-7940308836078441835</id><published>2012-01-05T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T06:54:33.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No water?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We got a notice stuck in our door yesterday that our water would be shut off from 9am to 7pm today. That is a long time to be without water with three little ones, don't you think? I got up early and ran the dishwasher and washed the diapers so we should be good that way but what if someone has to go to the bathroom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess we'll have to head up to my mom and dad's house to watch a movie on their projector screen (just like a mini movie theater - the kids love it) and eat their food. Bummer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hope my mom is making something good for supper...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-7940308836078441835?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7940308836078441835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=7940308836078441835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/7940308836078441835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/7940308836078441835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2012/01/no-water.html' title='No water?'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-5168313772095436490</id><published>2012-01-04T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T08:47:42.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the past I have mocked New Year's resolutions. I just think they are sort of corny. If you need to start exercising or eating well, why wait until January 1st? Just start now, even if it is July. I also feel like I am somewhat setting myself up for failure because usually I haven't put the proper preparations in place to accomplish my goals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I get the idea of a fresh start. I can embrace that and so at the beginning of this new year I starting thinking about areas of my life where I could use some resolve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I came up with many things (of course. I'm human, after all.) But the one that stuck out in my mind was my &amp;nbsp;family and my lack of diligent daily prayer for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I commit to praying for my husband and children every single day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KCBxlFMsKjE/TwSCKvOH3dI/AAAAAAAABqo/49xIOmcoQSI/s1600/IMG_2094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KCBxlFMsKjE/TwSCKvOH3dI/AAAAAAAABqo/49xIOmcoQSI/s640/IMG_2094.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My sister (and family) and brother every single day. My mom and dad every single day. My grandmas. My in-laws, aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces and nephews.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8TZ4WqsN88g/TwSCg4okRpI/AAAAAAAABq0/7X9DV5bB0GA/s1600/IMG_2076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8TZ4WqsN88g/TwSCg4okRpI/AAAAAAAABq0/7X9DV5bB0GA/s640/IMG_2076.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mason James&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So, if you are a member of my family know that you will be prayed for every day this year (and hopefully forever after that). If you have specific things that I can be praying for, send me an email or facebook message.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy new year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/45/10D76AAD2FC18FD5FA2EF3083BAE4210.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-5168313772095436490?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5168313772095436490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=5168313772095436490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/5168313772095436490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/5168313772095436490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2012/01/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KCBxlFMsKjE/TwSCKvOH3dI/AAAAAAAABqo/49xIOmcoQSI/s72-c/IMG_2094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-9209227627743070548</id><published>2012-01-02T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T04:55:19.302-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Christmas in pictures - part two</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K-d--WYuT58/TwJyx65jN9I/AAAAAAAABmw/iLTFO4h0ZEc/s1600/IMG_1933.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K-d--WYuT58/TwJyx65jN9I/AAAAAAAABmw/iLTFO4h0ZEc/s640/IMG_1933.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashlynn singing on Christmas Eve (and Emery joining in).&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-65B7grE50XU/TwJy7YUFK4I/AAAAAAAABm4/XGFXBzOByyE/s1600/IMG_1940.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-65B7grE50XU/TwJy7YUFK4I/AAAAAAAABm4/XGFXBzOByyE/s640/IMG_1940.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The family on Christmas Eve.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HJXK_C7cNsM/TwJzEkzdP1I/AAAAAAAABnA/LwMo7MrilLE/s1600/IMG_1943.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HJXK_C7cNsM/TwJzEkzdP1I/AAAAAAAABnA/LwMo7MrilLE/s640/IMG_1943.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My niece Ashera.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SCmB1zkpeww/TwJzNyJ9F_I/AAAAAAAABnI/vFL6JFF0Hlc/s1600/IMG_1945.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SCmB1zkpeww/TwJzNyJ9F_I/AAAAAAAABnI/vFL6JFF0Hlc/s640/IMG_1945.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashlynn and her great Grandpa!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Mm7iZRXhUA/TwJzV-9so3I/AAAAAAAABnQ/xvBnjkFET6w/s1600/IMG_1947.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Mm7iZRXhUA/TwJzV-9so3I/AAAAAAAABnQ/xvBnjkFET6w/s640/IMG_1947.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sharon and Justus&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gpbZetGobPg/TwJzdcaQlUI/AAAAAAAABnY/Pt1UX4v95l4/s1600/IMG_1953.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gpbZetGobPg/TwJzdcaQlUI/AAAAAAAABnY/Pt1UX4v95l4/s640/IMG_1953.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma Stepec reading the Christmas story.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0O3sq0xpKqM/TwJznQJmX1I/AAAAAAAABng/N7rP_PN4vI0/s1600/IMG_1959.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0O3sq0xpKqM/TwJznQJmX1I/AAAAAAAABng/N7rP_PN4vI0/s640/IMG_1959.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--aOD57ApOJc/TwJzyFven6I/AAAAAAAABno/40UhVxmQc8g/s1600/IMG_1962.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--aOD57ApOJc/TwJzyFven6I/AAAAAAAABno/40UhVxmQc8g/s640/IMG_1962.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy helping Oliver open his gift!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5bDdH28Hw3I/TwJz7G4AIJI/AAAAAAAABnw/GUPjCIFzTLU/s1600/IMG_1964.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5bDdH28Hw3I/TwJz7G4AIJI/AAAAAAAABnw/GUPjCIFzTLU/s640/IMG_1964.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandpa and Ollie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xDdCuywzCUQ/TwJ0DKbQ7lI/AAAAAAAABn4/_araCJlaB0Q/s1600/IMG_1965.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xDdCuywzCUQ/TwJ0DKbQ7lI/AAAAAAAABn4/_araCJlaB0Q/s640/IMG_1965.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emery and his "BIG BUZZ"!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ADIUGePI_o/TwJ0LwrSsKI/AAAAAAAABoA/FkYLd1i_0Gc/s1600/IMG_1966.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1ADIUGePI_o/TwJ0LwrSsKI/AAAAAAAABoA/FkYLd1i_0Gc/s640/IMG_1966.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashlynn and her dollhouse from "Santa"!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MgQIBqthKVU/TwJ0VMKuwAI/AAAAAAAABoI/15-AWDbIPu0/s1600/IMG_1967.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MgQIBqthKVU/TwJ0VMKuwAI/AAAAAAAABoI/15-AWDbIPu0/s640/IMG_1967.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qlbnPINq_uk/TwJ0fBSJE8I/AAAAAAAABoQ/Oy4QFzGubD4/s1600/IMG_1968.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qlbnPINq_uk/TwJ0fBSJE8I/AAAAAAAABoQ/Oy4QFzGubD4/s640/IMG_1968.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The family on Christmas morning (at six am).&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fZwzHcuAm08/TwJ0pMl3ZtI/AAAAAAAABoY/hAgARV8Qvpg/s1600/IMG_1972.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fZwzHcuAm08/TwJ0pMl3ZtI/AAAAAAAABoY/hAgARV8Qvpg/s640/IMG_1972.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PnxL0Mytk1U/TwJ0y9OGrzI/AAAAAAAABog/qNFXQ9YzQxA/s1600/IMG_1976.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PnxL0Mytk1U/TwJ0y9OGrzI/AAAAAAAABog/qNFXQ9YzQxA/s640/IMG_1976.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lou Lou opening gifts on Christmas Day at Grandpa &amp;amp; Grandma Sundstrom's.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_MdNg7sYZos/TwJ08O8tVKI/AAAAAAAABoo/n_2Pd9fMYnM/s1600/IMG_1984.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_MdNg7sYZos/TwJ08O8tVKI/AAAAAAAABoo/n_2Pd9fMYnM/s640/IMG_1984.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ollie's new ball!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lMeI4FbBScg/TwJ1Fv__ZMI/AAAAAAAABow/MNq00700M3Y/s1600/IMG_1986.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lMeI4FbBScg/TwJ1Fv__ZMI/AAAAAAAABow/MNq00700M3Y/s640/IMG_1986.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uncle Matt helping Emery open his spy kit!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--jAOqxZjTuc/TwJ1NvaVmvI/AAAAAAAABo4/vgo7FlTGdBM/s1600/IMG_1994.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--jAOqxZjTuc/TwJ1NvaVmvI/AAAAAAAABo4/vgo7FlTGdBM/s640/IMG_1994.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashlynn's "pretty" smile and her new LaLa Loopsy doll!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ColitEyOsI/TwJ1V7rwOnI/AAAAAAAABpA/_A3EIOfTtWM/s1600/IMG_1998.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ColitEyOsI/TwJ1V7rwOnI/AAAAAAAABpA/_A3EIOfTtWM/s640/IMG_1998.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l_Ourvzu12g/TwJ1erqaMmI/AAAAAAAABpI/xon3ukzHlgo/s1600/IMG_2002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l_Ourvzu12g/TwJ1erqaMmI/AAAAAAAABpI/xon3ukzHlgo/s640/IMG_2002.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dad got my mom this hat and we weren't sure if it was a joke or not! It's super cute!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rdl0DjlvcVM/TwJ1pU4irrI/AAAAAAAABpQ/cD_Li5haXgQ/s1600/IMG_2009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rdl0DjlvcVM/TwJ1pU4irrI/AAAAAAAABpQ/cD_Li5haXgQ/s640/IMG_2009.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sister and her new baby boy, Mason, enjoying Christmas Day.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/45/10D76AAD2FC18FD5FA2EF3083BAE4210.png" style="background: transparent; 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margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CkFK8ikHvA0/Tvy5WAUu9yI/AAAAAAAABjA/xpyBsNlP5SI/s1600/ashchristmas2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CkFK8ikHvA0/Tvy5WAUu9yI/AAAAAAAABjA/xpyBsNlP5SI/s640/ashchristmas2011.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our darling Ashlynn Mae&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kZcU0-FzDf0/Tvy5Y4lsQ7I/AAAAAAAABjI/f3zxsS0Zk1A/s1600/christmas2011-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kZcU0-FzDf0/Tvy5Y4lsQ7I/AAAAAAAABjI/f3zxsS0Zk1A/s640/christmas2011-3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our three blessings!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6LB7LFzr7M/Tvy5dh3bHtI/AAAAAAAABjQ/Ns0QO5pXzXg/s1600/christmas2011-5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6LB7LFzr7M/Tvy5dh3bHtI/AAAAAAAABjQ/Ns0QO5pXzXg/s640/christmas2011-5.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A fun outdoor photo shoot&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3KBRJuVHBKE/Tvy5fx7okwI/AAAAAAAABjY/OVxVsIWuPD0/s1600/cousins-santa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3KBRJuVHBKE/Tvy5fx7okwI/AAAAAAAABjY/OVxVsIWuPD0/s640/cousins-santa.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sundstrom cousins with Santa&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S5qk0eTEIGg/Tvy5isIfJUI/AAAAAAAABjg/ObZMIsn9mv4/s1600/emerychristmas2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S5qk0eTEIGg/Tvy5isIfJUI/AAAAAAAABjg/ObZMIsn9mv4/s640/emerychristmas2011.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emery James, my big boy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OvNNDEQOxEg/Tvy5lJRPPSI/AAAAAAAABjo/YpO468pqixU/s1600/kids-santa1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OvNNDEQOxEg/Tvy5lJRPPSI/AAAAAAAABjo/YpO468pqixU/s640/kids-santa1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Santa&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iTwwgVpZwQM/Tvy5mQ8oNtI/AAAAAAAABjw/NZY3UMXM8A0/s1600/oliverchristmas2011-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iTwwgVpZwQM/Tvy5mQ8oNtI/AAAAAAAABjw/NZY3UMXM8A0/s640/oliverchristmas2011-2.jpg" width="510" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My baby boy, Oliver Aaron&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xojtO-vo-p8/Tvy5nPHbrCI/AAAAAAAABj4/0hwC7avNaHA/s1600/stockingcollage2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="392" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xojtO-vo-p8/Tvy5nPHbrCI/AAAAAAAABj4/0hwC7avNaHA/s640/stockingcollage2011.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9QPe55actk0/Tvy5w00usqI/AAAAAAAABkA/PC9Td7UiPW8/s1600/IMG_1756.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9QPe55actk0/Tvy5w00usqI/AAAAAAAABkA/PC9Td7UiPW8/s640/IMG_1756.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Making snickerdoodles. Can you tell I get no sleep with my up-all-night baby boy?!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_PCwusmMhBk/Tvy545srJmI/AAAAAAAABkI/MGPLvd-f_X4/s1600/IMG_1778.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_PCwusmMhBk/Tvy545srJmI/AAAAAAAABkI/MGPLvd-f_X4/s640/IMG_1778.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Madilynn Louise and Mason James, my darling niece and nephew&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5dbFbBXLcz4/Tvy6BI7UWkI/AAAAAAAABkQ/GIrCmI3SZdo/s1600/IMG_1795.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5dbFbBXLcz4/Tvy6BI7UWkI/AAAAAAAABkQ/GIrCmI3SZdo/s640/IMG_1795.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a doll!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mvjSvMghiMg/Tvy6GtXNeDI/AAAAAAAABkY/A_umKx3E6pA/s1600/IMG_1807.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mvjSvMghiMg/Tvy6GtXNeDI/AAAAAAAABkY/A_umKx3E6pA/s640/IMG_1807.jpg" width="422" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty girl all dressed up for Christmas!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pFr5OLzQ_O4/Tvy6RFMY5CI/AAAAAAAABkg/ghLSFtdoOGg/s1600/IMG_1889.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pFr5OLzQ_O4/Tvy6RFMY5CI/AAAAAAAABkg/ghLSFtdoOGg/s640/IMG_1889.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Family fun at The Edge waterpark the night before Christmas Eve&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Q3njiwrLHk/Tvy6Z2V4YvI/AAAAAAAABko/_TAzkDE71mU/s1600/IMG_1901.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6Q3njiwrLHk/Tvy6Z2V4YvI/AAAAAAAABko/_TAzkDE71mU/s640/IMG_1901.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ggx8mUagUCI/Tvy6jUJMH8I/AAAAAAAABkw/09Hw7KyUFxg/s1600/IMG_1908.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ggx8mUagUCI/Tvy6jUJMH8I/AAAAAAAABkw/09Hw7KyUFxg/s640/IMG_1908.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rXJr-44toaI/Tvy6shE6aNI/AAAAAAAABk4/KVAxImXV4QY/s1600/IMG_1916.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rXJr-44toaI/Tvy6shE6aNI/AAAAAAAABk4/KVAxImXV4QY/s640/IMG_1916.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DAKhehcffoU/Tvy60r-HhsI/AAAAAAAABlA/o_EHeUAEGJQ/s1600/IMG_1925.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DAKhehcffoU/Tvy60r-HhsI/AAAAAAAABlA/o_EHeUAEGJQ/s640/IMG_1925.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZW3hm7rYDas/Tvy68-L8GCI/AAAAAAAABlI/G_EG6w-xM6E/s1600/IMG_1928.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZW3hm7rYDas/Tvy68-L8GCI/AAAAAAAABlI/G_EG6w-xM6E/s640/IMG_1928.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FxsAAw60dBA/Tvy7Hil4YJI/AAAAAAAABlQ/1xifw3kfAeo/s1600/IMG_1710.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FxsAAw60dBA/Tvy7Hil4YJI/AAAAAAAABlQ/1xifw3kfAeo/s640/IMG_1710.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cousins watching a movie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9_DZv7-6YFM/Tvy7QrfZWtI/AAAAAAAABlY/dAgcLy9emIk/s1600/IMG_1716.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9_DZv7-6YFM/Tvy7QrfZWtI/AAAAAAAABlY/dAgcLy9emIk/s640/IMG_1716.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dp-1pXtNJeI/Tvy7bQZILFI/AAAAAAAABlg/qDPtSP1jlSA/s1600/IMG_1723.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dp-1pXtNJeI/Tvy7bQZILFI/AAAAAAAABlg/qDPtSP1jlSA/s640/IMG_1723.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of Madilynn's rare smiles for the camera!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U2QJTvrqLFk/Tvy7nqfxNZI/AAAAAAAABlo/Sd4cEXJEb2s/s1600/IMG_1836.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U2QJTvrqLFk/Tvy7nqfxNZI/AAAAAAAABlo/Sd4cEXJEb2s/s640/IMG_1836.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sundstrom boy cousins - Emery, Oliver, and baby Mason&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DmBkHCVn9do/Tvy7vo01wgI/AAAAAAAABlw/EclW2Du2jAA/s1600/IMG_1839.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DmBkHCVn9do/Tvy7vo01wgI/AAAAAAAABlw/EclW2Du2jAA/s640/IMG_1839.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;All grown up eating mac and cheese during the holiday festivities!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nNFPJAZKrtA/Tvy75SUQNfI/AAAAAAAABl4/7nG6mHVHaVo/s1600/IMG_1858.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nNFPJAZKrtA/Tvy75SUQNfI/AAAAAAAABl4/7nG6mHVHaVo/s640/IMG_1858.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Slumber party! They even let Oliver crash their movie party and he was loving it!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/45/10D76AAD2FC18FD5FA2EF3083BAE4210.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-1073300458925197265?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1073300458925197265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=1073300458925197265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/1073300458925197265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/1073300458925197265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-2011-in-pictures-part-one.html' title='Christmas 2011 in pictures - part one'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CkFK8ikHvA0/Tvy5WAUu9yI/AAAAAAAABjA/xpyBsNlP5SI/s72-c/ashchristmas2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-4259278151836678667</id><published>2011-12-26T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T15:23:50.972-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oliver'/><title type='text'>Nine months old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OQ9f-G1ze_4/TvkBwasnyiI/AAAAAAAABgg/WmIbWPaVtjY/s1600/ollie9months.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OQ9f-G1ze_4/TvkBwasnyiI/AAAAAAAABgg/WmIbWPaVtjY/s640/ollie9months.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This bouncing baby boy is nine months old as of yesterday! A few highlights of the last month:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He has learned to army crawl and can now move about the house! Watch out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We found out that he has some sensitivities to some household products so we have had to change a few things up. Hopefully his little body is feeling better now!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He has been waking up every two to three hours at night for a few months now. I guess he's just hungry because we can't find anything else wrong and he doesn't fuss at all during the day!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He now shares a bedroom with Emery and sometimes at bedtime you can hear Oliver laughing hysterically because Emery has climbed in his crib to play with him! Brotherly love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He really can eat anything now but we've only recently begun to feed him because of the rash on his right cheek that keeps coming and going. I think we've mostly ruled out food allergies (besides dairy, which we avoid anyway) so he's all good to eat and he loves it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He has been battling with the aforementioned rash again. We saw the dermatologist who prescribed steroid cream again and it went away only to return about two weeks later. I seriously think it's directly related to teething as he's pulling on his right ear often but we have seen the ENT who said his ears and throat look perfect. I think it's molars. Darn things can cut through any time now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He is the happiest baby on the planet. He can't help but smile at people if they smile at him and he really has a soft spot for his Auntie Jamie. I just want to squeeze him all day long.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;His first Christmas was a success. He got a few good gifts and really enjoyed being with his family. He is such an easy baby to take places (if he can nap), so that's nice. Merry first Christmas, baby boy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I LOVE YOU, OLIVER AARON - TO THE MOON AND BACK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-Mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-4259278151836678667?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4259278151836678667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=4259278151836678667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/4259278151836678667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/4259278151836678667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/12/nine-months-old.html' title='Nine months old!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OQ9f-G1ze_4/TvkBwasnyiI/AAAAAAAABgg/WmIbWPaVtjY/s72-c/ollie9months.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-2887002697195442806</id><published>2011-12-23T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T17:43:10.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas from the Stepecs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r8-QfsMbfdA/TvUts0BgBqI/AAAAAAAABgU/34LFT77t05Y/s1600/christmascard3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r8-QfsMbfdA/TvUts0BgBqI/AAAAAAAABgU/34LFT77t05Y/s640/christmascard3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 18.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;2011 was a busy year for us starting with Emery's second birthday on February 24. Ever our busy first born son, Emery James keeps me on my toes! There is literally never a dull moment when he is awake and going about his business.&amp;nbsp; His vocabulary is probably comparable to a four year old and he makes me laugh constantly with the things he comes up with! He is mostly potty trained now at 33 months and just wears a pull up when sleeping (and that's usually dry during nap time). He knows his colors and ABC's and can count to ten. He loves anything Toy Story or Cars. He also loves his matchbox cars - but has a special place in his heart for his several Lightning McQueen's and his friends. His favorite character from Toy Story is Buzz Lightyear and he has been asking every Santa he sees for "the big Buzz from the store". Let's hope Santa's listening! Emery had his first major medical issue in July when he developed a staph infection in his index fingertip and had to be hospitalized for three days which included surgery to take off his fingernail and clean the finger out! Gross. He was a trooper, though, and asks now to go back (except for "no more pokes, Mom"). We are thankful to God for his provision in medical care for our boy. He is a blessing to us every day and we are excited to see what God has in store for him in his life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 18.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Our darling daughter Ashlynn Mae turned three on March 13. She is such a girl and loves all things princess! She has been diagnosed this year with childhood apraxia of speech so she continues to attend speech therapy three times a week and will bump up to five times after the holidays. She is making great progress but will probably need speech for many more years. We are so thankful for her "teachers" and all that they do for her! She is a great big sister and is very helpful around the house. Her birth mom had a baby girl in the beginning of March so Ashlynn has a half sister called Akanna that we take care of every other weekend. We'll see what the future brings with that. Ashlynn loves to color and do art projects. She really loves to cuddle and will take the opportunity to snuggle with anyone that comes over and is willing! She also spent a night in the hospital this summer after she started throwing up blood one morning in August. After some IV fluids and Zofran she was feeling a bit better but was kept for observation. They concluded that she had a hematoma in her stomach that leaked from the force of her vomiting and she was discharged the next day. She enjoyed lots of treats and movies in her bed while she regained her strength. Again we were so thankful that God saw fit to heal her quickly and without long term effects! We love watching her grow and learn as she heads into the preschool age. She is a blessing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 18.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;On the morning of March 25 our second son Oliver Aaron was born! Seven pounds and seven ounces of sweetness! He was born looking just like Emery did as a newborn but has quickly evolved into his own person. He is nothing like Emery was as a baby! He only cries when he has a need and you'll know it! He has a loud, shrill screechy kind of cry that makes me jump out of my seat to help him. Emery's cry was so quiet you had to look at his face to be sure he was actually crying! Most of the time our third blessing is happy and smiling, though. He got his two bottom teeth around four months and the top two followed close behind, coming in with quite a space between them which makes his nickname of "Ollie" so fitting! Ashlynn has the smile that stretches from ear to ear, Emery has the dimples in each cheek and Ollie has the sweet, gap-tooth smile! They all melt their mother's heart! Oliver didn't end up in the hospital this summer but while staying with Emery he did catch a staph infection in the excema sore that he has been battling on his right cheek. He was prescribed both oral and topical antibiotics for a few weeks. His infection cleared and after a follow up visit to the dermatologist and some gentle steroid cream his excema cleared up only to return in the middle of November with a vengeance! He is using a bit of a steroid cream and antibiotic cream this week to clear in up again so that he doesn't get another serious infection. Please pray that we could find out the cause of his excema (we have some ideas and are working on them) so that we can get rid of it once and for all! Our sweet boy started army crawling the first week of December - he needed the motivation of the beautiful Christmas tree to get him going. Now he on the move and eager to be near his siblings. They are good about sharing some toys with him. I can hardly believe that my baby will be nine months old on Christmas Day. I can't imagine life without my littlest mama's boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 18.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Seth is still at United HealthCare and is currently on a six week business trip to Hyderabad, India. He will be home on Sunday, December 19 - just in time for Christmas, thankfully! We are grateful for his job and the experience of a first class, all expenses paid trip to the other side of the world. Wow! The kids are missing Daddy now so we are happy that the end is only eight days away. He is still playing guitar on the worship team at our church, Rock Hill Community Church. He is also giving some guitar lessons at our house in the evenings and is looking to build that up a bit. He really enjoys sharing his love for the guitar and music with others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 18.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;I am busy keeping up with three kids three and under! As all of you moms know, that doesn't leave much time for hobbies at this stage of life, but I do get to read a good book when I can or spend a little time blogging at www.sethandsarah.blogspot.com (in case you want to follow our adventures!). I am more and more thankful for our small house as it is much easier to keep clean and to know where my kids are at and what they are up to. Seth and I gave our bathroom a facelift before he went to India and it just needs one final coal of paint when he gets back to finish it off. It was a fun weekend project and we are looking forward to tackling a few more in the coming months!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 18.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;We are planning a simple and quiet Christmas this year, having Seth's family over on Christmas Eve and heading up the hill to my mom and dad's house on Christmas Day. I am planning our Christmas Eve meal to be a birthday party for Jesus. Our kids love birthdays and parties of any kind at their age and I am hoping that we can emphasize the importance of Christ's birth through something that they can get excited about! We never want to forget that a precious baby was born that we could all live! Praise be to God for the birth of His son, Jesus Christ - the Savior of the world! May you know His love, may you rest in His peace, may you be accepting of His gift, the Greatest Gift, the gift of salvation through Jesus Christ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 18.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Blessings today and always -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Papyrus; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Seth, Sarah, Ashlynn (3), Emery (2), &amp;amp; Oliver (9mo.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-2887002697195442806?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2887002697195442806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=2887002697195442806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/2887002697195442806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/2887002697195442806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas-from-stepecs.html' title='Merry Christmas from the Stepecs!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r8-QfsMbfdA/TvUts0BgBqI/AAAAAAAABgU/34LFT77t05Y/s72-c/christmascard3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-1842051496878743830</id><published>2011-12-22T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T07:44:07.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giveaway at the Vintage Pearl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I seriously want a necklace from the Vintage Pearl. Someday I will have one with all of my kids' names stamped on cute little metal charms and I am hoping that this weekend will be my someday. The Vintage Pearl is giving away five gift certificates on Saturday. You can enter to win &lt;a href="http://www.thevintagepearl.com/blog/2011/12/last-minute-giveaway/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;on their blog. Go to their website and look around. You won't be disappointed!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/45/10D76AAD2FC18FD5FA2EF3083BAE4210.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-1842051496878743830?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1842051496878743830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=1842051496878743830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/1842051496878743830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/1842051496878743830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/12/giveaway-at-vintage-pearl.html' title='Giveaway at the Vintage Pearl'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-2961359793856053439</id><published>2011-12-19T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T17:54:03.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy is home!</title><content type='html'>Six weeks without Seth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times when I really didn't think we were going to make it out alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, by the grace of God, we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we don't have to do that again any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R1IyMBd_RiE/Tu_pHVL9-OI/AAAAAAAABfo/MLAPw8RrHIk/s1600/IMG_1726.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R1IyMBd_RiE/Tu_pHVL9-OI/AAAAAAAABfo/MLAPw8RrHIk/s640/IMG_1726.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy handing out gifts from his travels!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_KQXAT3T7bQ/Tu_pPRJil3I/AAAAAAAABfw/oOoGNSwCojc/s1600/IMG_1728.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_KQXAT3T7bQ/Tu_pPRJil3I/AAAAAAAABfw/oOoGNSwCojc/s640/IMG_1728.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emery's green bangles&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XATFjK1IODs/Tu_pWvG0mRI/AAAAAAAABf4/GUkeJxHk0ww/s1600/IMG_1729.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XATFjK1IODs/Tu_pWvG0mRI/AAAAAAAABf4/GUkeJxHk0ww/s640/IMG_1729.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashlynn's "sparkly things"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sACGR1zqTJA/Tu_pd3D303I/AAAAAAAABgA/YvrKR5sEUGM/s1600/IMG_1732.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sACGR1zqTJA/Tu_pd3D303I/AAAAAAAABgA/YvrKR5sEUGM/s640/IMG_1732.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oliver got nothing :(&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XV6c69gCgYs/Tu_plyiwRII/AAAAAAAABgI/NAQcNQvK_Vg/s1600/IMG_1734.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XV6c69gCgYs/Tu_plyiwRII/AAAAAAAABgI/NAQcNQvK_Vg/s640/IMG_1734.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emery's snake...he's a little afraid of it, which is funny!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/45/10D76AAD2FC18FD5FA2EF3083BAE4210.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-2961359793856053439?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2961359793856053439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=2961359793856053439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/2961359793856053439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/2961359793856053439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/12/daddy-is-home.html' title='Daddy is home!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R1IyMBd_RiE/Tu_pHVL9-OI/AAAAAAAABfo/MLAPw8RrHIk/s72-c/IMG_1726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-7669533135068028085</id><published>2011-12-13T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T05:42:05.460-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>"No, I'm Tootsie."</title><content type='html'>The other day Emery came clumping down the stairs in a princess dress and tap shoes. I saw his and said that he was a very beautiful princess. He said, "I'm not a princess, I'm Tootsie" (a nickname we have for Ashlynn)! How can the kid who makes me laugh so hard so many times each day turn around and make me so angry? I sure do love him regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has started being afraid of monsters. Ashlynn was at the psychologist the other day (to see how the apraxia is affecting her and to see if she might have some behavioral issues, which she doesn't) and the Dr. said that from about ages four to seven kids imaginations start working overtime and you can't convince them that the things that they dream about or imagine aren't real. She recommended just going with it and letting them outgrow it on their own (like having a bottle of monster spray for them to use instead of just saying "there's no monster in this closet"). That night Emery woke up in the middle of the night in a fit of crying and I couldn't even understand what he was saying. He kept kicking me and I finally got annoyed and told him that I was leaving his bed if he was going to keep kicking me and that he could come in my bed if he was scared. He jumped up still sobbing and followed me into my bed. He settled down for a minute and then started screaming again and I finally heard him say "the monster". I asked him where the monster was and he pointed and yelled "right there!" I asked him if I should kill it and he said yes so I jumped up on the bed and did some karate chops on this imaginary monster. Then when there was no question that he was dead I asked Emery what I should do with him. Then I thought of the toilet and how he could hear that flushing and know that the monster was gone down the drain so I asked him if that would be a good way to get rid of him. He said yes so I grabbed the monster and ran into the bathroom and flushed him. I got back into my bed and Emery said a sleepy thanks before falling right asleep! What a middle of the night adventure! Wouldn't you know that Emery would have the vivid imagination of a four year old at just past two and a half. He is shaping up to be a handful but it sure is an exciting ride. What a blessing my children are to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kmt8H9p5apQ/TudSrKTmBSI/AAAAAAAABfY/OjCAi2hUPM4/s1600/IMG_1677.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kmt8H9p5apQ/TudSrKTmBSI/AAAAAAAABfY/OjCAi2hUPM4/s640/IMG_1677.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Both of my princesses!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiVsrMIBHBE/TudSzqEHZtI/AAAAAAAABfg/zXhLtrJtERM/s1600/IMG_1679.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZiVsrMIBHBE/TudSzqEHZtI/AAAAAAAABfg/zXhLtrJtERM/s640/IMG_1679.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He loves to dress up, sometimes as boy things and sometimes as a princess!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Oliver saw the dermatologist last Wednesday for his face rash again and was prescribed steroid cream. His face cleared right up (thankfully) but WHAT IS THE PROBLEM??? I am a little stressed by it. Please pray for me (and him, the little trooper).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/45/10D76AAD2FC18FD5FA2EF3083BAE4210.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-7669533135068028085?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7669533135068028085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=7669533135068028085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/7669533135068028085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/7669533135068028085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-im-tootsie.html' title='&quot;No, I&apos;m Tootsie.&quot;'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kmt8H9p5apQ/TudSrKTmBSI/AAAAAAAABfY/OjCAi2hUPM4/s72-c/IMG_1677.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-6767959098956001823</id><published>2011-12-09T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T07:42:06.717-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Christmas presents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7gDaz-tLOc4/TuIsLGZPEmI/AAAAAAAABfQ/1iZDfDh0qMo/s1600/stockingcollage2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="392" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7gDaz-tLOc4/TuIsLGZPEmI/AAAAAAAABfQ/1iZDfDh0qMo/s640/stockingcollage2011.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/45/10D76AAD2FC18FD5FA2EF3083BAE4210.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-6767959098956001823?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6767959098956001823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=6767959098956001823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/6767959098956001823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/6767959098956001823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-presents.html' title='Christmas presents'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7gDaz-tLOc4/TuIsLGZPEmI/AAAAAAAABfQ/1iZDfDh0qMo/s72-c/stockingcollage2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-1458642840144465715</id><published>2011-12-05T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T17:55:05.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to win a fridge!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just a quick post about my new fridge. Wait. I guess I don't have a new fridge yet. But I am entering to win one at &lt;a href="http://www.mommygaga.com/2011/11/amana-top-freezer-refrigerator-2011.html"&gt;MommyGaga&lt;/a&gt; and I get more entries if I blog about it! So go enter to win if you like and enter her other giveaways while you're at it. Hope one of us wins something!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/45/10D76AAD2FC18FD5FA2EF3083BAE4210.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-1458642840144465715?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1458642840144465715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=1458642840144465715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/1458642840144465715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/1458642840144465715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-want-to-win-fridge.html' title='I want to win a fridge!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-668186496105743392</id><published>2011-12-05T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T15:40:33.378-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oliver'/><title type='text'>And he's on the move!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uwy2CSZhEfY/Tt1NkwpbL2I/AAAAAAAABfA/wH_gWIeJUGY/s1600/Photo+on+2011-12-05+at+16.03+%25233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uwy2CSZhEfY/Tt1NkwpbL2I/AAAAAAAABfA/wH_gWIeJUGY/s640/Photo+on+2011-12-05+at+16.03+%25233.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;About to pull himself forward!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;This morning Oliver used all of the strength in his little body to pull himself forward about an inch. He is almost eight and a half months old so I guess it's time for him to start moving a bit. I thought he would slowly work up the strength to start pulling himself around over the next few days. Well, within the hour he was able to pull himself all the way across the carpeted living room to the Christmas tree! I should have know - I put that thing up last night and that was all the motivation he needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;He is also eating solids now and is enjoying some of my egg frittata for supper tonight! Earlier Emery went into the fridge and got the steamed baby carrots and dumped them all on Ollie's lap and Ollie couldn't have been happier with a bite in his mouth and a carrot in each hand! Brothers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S__uXOu-I_o/Tt1NkRbpi_I/AAAAAAAABe4/TjGNQztAfLI/s1600/Photo+on+2011-12-05+at+16.02+%25232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S__uXOu-I_o/Tt1NkRbpi_I/AAAAAAAABe4/TjGNQztAfLI/s640/Photo+on+2011-12-05+at+16.02+%25232.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brothers!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3M-bEktqOiQ/Tt1NlbBTQZI/AAAAAAAABfI/qovvqd75BaQ/s1600/Photo+on+2011-12-05+at+16.03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3M-bEktqOiQ/Tt1NlbBTQZI/AAAAAAAABfI/qovvqd75BaQ/s640/Photo+on+2011-12-05+at+16.03.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My three blessings!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/45/10D76AAD2FC18FD5FA2EF3083BAE4210.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-668186496105743392?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/668186496105743392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=668186496105743392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/668186496105743392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/668186496105743392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/12/and-hes-on-move.html' title='And he&apos;s on the move!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uwy2CSZhEfY/Tt1NkwpbL2I/AAAAAAAABfA/wH_gWIeJUGY/s72-c/Photo+on+2011-12-05+at+16.03+%25233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-2112293486428405697</id><published>2011-12-04T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T06:37:31.862-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Santa 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YQdqwp9lbUA/TtuExTQEcVI/AAAAAAAABew/sj3UcebyR9s/s1600/kids-santa1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YQdqwp9lbUA/TtuExTQEcVI/AAAAAAAABew/sj3UcebyR9s/s640/kids-santa1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday we went to visit Santa down at the &lt;a href="http://www.fitgers.com/events/?showEvent&amp;amp;id=100"&gt;Fitger's Brewery Complex&lt;/a&gt;. We have gone there since Ashlynn was a baby (excluding last year for some reason) and gotten a picture taken with Santa. It runs every weekend until the week before Christmas and the proceeds benefit a different charity each weekend. Ten bucks gets you a 5x7 and four wallets but unlike the Santa at the mall I feel good about "wasting" my money!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UIpwz_cvCJc/TtuEuzPMnJI/AAAAAAAABeo/yIWvU6IcaaQ/s1600/cousins-santa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UIpwz_cvCJc/TtuEuzPMnJI/AAAAAAAABeo/yIWvU6IcaaQ/s640/cousins-santa.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;the Sundstrom cousins.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Emery told Santa (again) that he want the big Buzz Lightyear for Christmas this year. Then we came home and he saw it in the basement. I hope he forgets about that but with his memory he probably won't. Oh, well. I'm not completely sold on the "Santa" idea anyway. We'll just see how it goes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/45/10D76AAD2FC18FD5FA2EF3083BAE4210.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-2112293486428405697?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2112293486428405697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=2112293486428405697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/2112293486428405697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/2112293486428405697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/12/santa-2011.html' title='Santa 2011'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YQdqwp9lbUA/TtuExTQEcVI/AAAAAAAABew/sj3UcebyR9s/s72-c/kids-santa1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-3014745138181957915</id><published>2011-12-01T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T16:32:46.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth in the Tinsel!</title><content type='html'>So, we are doing this advent book this year called &lt;a href="http://truthinthetinsel.com/"&gt;"Truth in the Tinsel"&lt;/a&gt; and it's aimed at the toddler set. We did day one today and my kids loved it. We did a different craft (&lt;a href="http://crafts.kaboose.com/rolled-felt-candle-ornament.html"&gt;found here)&lt;/a&gt; than the book calls for because we didn't have tissue paper but the kids really enjoyed it. It only takes about five or ten minutes which is about all that my kids can handle anyway. We'll see how far we get this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know my links are hard to see, but the title of the book above is a link to the site in case you are interested. It's an e-book so you could still get it and start right away.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/45/10D76AAD2FC18FD5FA2EF3083BAE4210.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-3014745138181957915?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3014745138181957915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=3014745138181957915&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/3014745138181957915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/3014745138181957915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/12/truth-in-tinsel.html' title='Truth in the Tinsel!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-8069857818176638170</id><published>2011-11-30T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T18:41:40.850-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emery'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Things I'm thankful for (in no particular order):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#1. My family&lt;/b&gt;. Wonderful, giving husband and perfect, beautiful children!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#2. A warm and cozy house&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to raise my children in. It's 41 degrees here today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#3. My sister&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(AKA my built in babysitter). Seriously, how do women function without a sister? My kids count her as their second mom and she can step right in and parent them in (almost) exactly the same way that I do. I seriously need to get Ashlynn a sister (to grow up in the same house with her - many of you know that she has a biological half sister that is seven months old), one way or another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#4. Coffee.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yum, especially on a 35 degree morning. I made pumpkin spice lattes this morning for Seth since it's his last morning here until December 17!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#5. Seth's job.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Even though he left this morning for six weeks I am thankful that he has a steady income with good benefits.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#6. Sunday mornings.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;They are much more relaxing when Seth is home (he lets me sleep in and then lounge on the couch with coffee), but they are good nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#7. Good sleepers.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;My kids are all (pretty much) good sleepers. Oliver has put himself to sleep since he was a newborn - he just wants to be in his sleep sack holding his softie with his lullaby machine playing! If he's ready for nap/bed time he will go to sleep without a sound. The older two go to bed between seven and eight (they are still learning how to calm down at bedtime but they are only two and three in bunk beds in the same room) and sleep all night. Ashlynn sometimes wakes up and comes in our bed. Emery never does. Of course, lately they have all been sick and that changes things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#8. Jesus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;This should obviously be at the top of the list, but I haven't been thinking in order. Mostly just what is on my mind at the moment. I am so grateful for the grave price that Jesus paid for my sin so that I can spend eternity in heaven with Him. (He died for you, too, by the way!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#9. Grace.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Because I need more grace than I had thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#10. Our health.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;We have been blessed with only minor issues in the years of our marriage. Our kids are relatively healthy, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#11. My van.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;It sure is nice to have a reliable vehicle that fits all of my kids and stuff comfortably!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#12. Freedom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Yeah, I know this should have been yesterday's, but all of the posts on facebook throughout the day reminded me how thankful that I am that an honorable few pledge their lives so that I can be free. Thank you to all that have and do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#13. The Whole Food Coop.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I do most of our grocery shopping there and am so thankful to have a place to get healthy foods to feed my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#14. My camera and the ability to preserve these moments.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am so thankful that I can keep our memories safe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#15. Medicine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I am so thankful that we have so many things available to us to help our bodies get back to healthy - specifically antibiotics&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;which we have needed several times over the course of our lives (and my children have needed a round or two, including some seriously strong ones for Emery's staph infection).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#16. My grandparents.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I have two grandmas still alive and today is my Grandma Vicki's 93rd birthday! What a blessing the older generations are and I am so thankful for the memories I have and am still making with my grandparents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#17. Friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;It's wonderful to have people to share life's ups and downs with!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#18. The internet.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Seriously, what did moms do without it? I suppose they just got together and visited with other moms to talk about their concerns or to share tips. Which actually sounds really nice. But it is really convenient to have all that info at my fingertips!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#19. My daughter's birth mom.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thank you for giving me the greatest gift you could give.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#20. Skype&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to talk to my husband on. Six weeks would be a long time to go without seeing his face. And a long time for him to go without seeing his children, I'm sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#21. Siblings, both my own and for my children.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am so blessed to watch Ashlynn and Emery make up games to play together or to wonder where the other one is when gone. It's so sweet to have a sibling/best friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#22. God's provision.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Isn't it amazing to know that God is bigger than&lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and will give us&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;exceedingly abundantly more&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;than we could ever imagine? Wow. God is good,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;all the time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#23. My washer and dryer.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;It would be a lot of extra work to wash diapers by hand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#24. My dishwasher.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;What can I say? I'm realizing with Seth gone that it is wonderful to have an appliance to do my dirty work. Ha, ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#25. Holiday cheer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I just love this time of year and wish it would last far past Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#26. Imagination.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I know God is bigger than we can "imagine" (ha), but I am so thankful that he thought to give us our creativity and imaginations! I watch Emery play his made up games and listen to Ashlynn sing her made up songs and I am blessed. God is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#27. My mom and dad&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;for providing me with a safe and happy childhood. In doing foster care I have seen that a lot of kids don't get that in this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#28. Ashlynn's speech teachers&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;for working with her three times a week to improve her speech. For those who don't know, she has been diagnosed with a dyspraxia of speech and has to attend speech many times a week to overcome it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#29. Books.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I just love to read a good one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#30. Contest giveaways! &lt;/b&gt;My sister and I have both won a blog giveaway recently and it is so fun! I won a little girls book with matching tights and my sister won a book (which I will read after she's done). A couple years ago I won a bean bag chair which is still used every day around here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Here is a picture of Emery enjoying the car wash. I just showed him this and asked who was under the blanket and he said, "Emery." I asked him what he was doing in this picture and he said, "We are going to the car wash!" This was a week ago and he still remembers. He usually gets pretty upset in there (even though he asks to go) so I threw his blanket over his head and he was fine. 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My family&lt;/b&gt;. Wonderful, giving husband and perfect, beautiful children!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#2. A warm and cozy house&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to raise my children in. It's 41 degrees here today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#3. My sister&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(AKA my built in babysitter). Seriously, how do women function without a sister? My kids count her as their second mom and she can step right in and parent them in (almost) exactly the same way that I do. I seriously need to get Ashlynn a sister (to grow up in the same house with her - many of you know that she has a biological half sister that is seven months old), one way or another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#4. Coffee.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yum, especially on a 35 degree morning. I made pumpkin spice lattes this morning for Seth since it's his last morning here until December 17!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#5. Seth's job.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Even though he left this morning for six weeks I am thankful that he has a steady income with good benefits.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#6. Sunday mornings.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;They are much more relaxing when Seth is home (he lets me sleep in and then lounge on the couch with coffee), but they are good nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#7. Good sleepers.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;My kids are all (pretty much) good sleepers. Oliver has put himself to sleep since he was a newborn - he just wants to be in his sleep sack holding his softie with his lullaby machine playing! If he's ready for nap/bed time he will go to sleep without a sound. The older two go to bed between seven and eight (they are still learning how to calm down at bedtime but they are only two and three in bunk beds in the same room) and sleep all night. Ashlynn sometimes wakes up and comes in our bed. Emery never does. Of course, lately they have all been sick and that changes things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#8. Jesus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;This should obviously be at the top of the list, but I haven't been thinking in order. Mostly just what is on my mind at the moment. I am so grateful for the grave price that Jesus paid for my sin so that I can spend eternity in heaven with Him. (He died for you, too, by the way!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#9. Grace.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Because I need more grace than I had thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#10. Our health.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;We have been blessed with only minor issues in the years of our marriage. Our kids are relatively healthy, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#11. My van.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;It sure is nice to have a reliable vehicle that fits all of my kids and stuff comfortably!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#12. Freedom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Yeah, I know this should have been yesterday's, but all of the posts on facebook throughout the day reminded me how thankful that I am that an honorable few pledge their lives so that I can be free. Thank you to all that have and do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#13. The Whole Food Coop.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I do most of our grocery shopping there and am so thankful to have a place to get healthy foods to feed my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#14. My camera and the ability to preserve these moments.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am so thankful that I can keep our memories safe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#15. Medicine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I am so thankful that we have so many things available to us to help our bodies get back to healthy - specifically antibiotics&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;which we have needed several times over the course of our lives (and my children have needed a round or two, including some seriously strong ones for Emery's staph infection).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#16. My grandparents.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I have two grandmas still alive and today is my Grandma Vicki's 93rd birthday! What a blessing the older generations are and I am so thankful for the memories I have and am still making with my grandparents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#17. Friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;It's wonderful to have people to share life's ups and downs with!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#18. The internet.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Seriously, what did moms do without it? I suppose they just got together and visited with other moms to talk about their concerns or to share tips. Which actually sounds really nice. But it is really convenient to have all that info at my fingertips!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#19. My daughter's birth mom.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thank you for giving me the greatest gift you could give.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#20. Skype&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to talk to my husband on. Six weeks would be a long time to go without seeing his face. And a long time for him to go without seeing his children, I'm sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#21. Siblings, both my own and for my children.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am so blessed to watch Ashlynn and Emery make up games to play together or to wonder where the other one is when gone. It's so sweet to have a sibling/best friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#22. God's provision.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Isn't it amazing to know that God is bigger than&lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and will give us&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;exceedingly abundantly more&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;than we could ever imagine? Wow. God is good,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;all the time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#23. My washer and dryer.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;It would be a lot of extra work to wash diapers by hand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#24. My dishwasher.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;What can I say? I'm realizing with Seth gone that it is wonderful to have an appliance to do my dirty work. Ha, ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#25. Holiday cheer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I just love this time of year and wish it would last far past Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#26. Imagination.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I know God is bigger than we can "imagine" (ha), but I am so thankful that he thought to give us our creativity and imaginations! I watch Emery play his made up games and listen to Ashlynn sing her made up songs and I am blessed. God is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#27. My mom and dad&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;for providing me with a safe and happy childhood. In doing foster care I have seen that a lot of kids don't get that in this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#28. Ashlynn's speech teachers&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;for working with her three times a week to improve her speech. For those who don't know, she has been diagnosed with a dyspraxia of speech and has to attend speech many times a week to overcome it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#29. Books.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I just love to read a good one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, little one,&lt;br /&gt;i love you so.&lt;br /&gt;just how much&lt;br /&gt;you'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;as i slip in&lt;br /&gt;to calm your cries,&lt;br /&gt;i look down into&lt;br /&gt;my own eyes.&lt;br /&gt;for a moment&lt;br /&gt;all is right&lt;br /&gt;and you settle back in&lt;br /&gt;for the night.&lt;br /&gt;my heart's desire,&lt;br /&gt;my child, my son!&lt;br /&gt;this thankful gift,&lt;br /&gt;my precious one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-3487551135265613568?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3487551135265613568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=3487551135265613568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/3487551135265613568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/3487551135265613568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/11/midnight-ode-to-oliver.html' title='a midnight ode to oliver'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-6167316468893921149</id><published>2011-11-28T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T18:17:52.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun lunch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Things I'm thankful for (in no particular order):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#1. My family&lt;/b&gt;. Wonderful, giving husband and perfect, beautiful children!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#2. A warm and cozy house&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to raise my children in. It's 41 degrees here today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#3. My sister&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(AKA my built in babysitter). Seriously, how do women function without a sister? My kids count her as their second mom and she can step right in and parent them in (almost) exactly the same way that I do. I seriously need to get Ashlynn a sister (to grow up in the same house with her - many of you know that she has a biological half sister that is seven months old), one way or another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#4. Coffee.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yum, especially on a 35 degree morning. I made pumpkin spice lattes this morning for Seth since it's his last morning here until December 17!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#5. Seth's job.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Even though he left this morning for six weeks I am thankful that he has a steady income with good benefits.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#6. Sunday mornings.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;They are much more relaxing when Seth is home (he lets me sleep in and then lounge on the couch with coffee), but they are good nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#7. Good sleepers.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;My kids are all (pretty much) good sleepers. Oliver has put himself to sleep since he was a newborn - he just wants to be in his sleep sack holding his softie with his lullaby machine playing! If he's ready for nap/bed time he will go to sleep without a sound. The older two go to bed between seven and eight (they are still learning how to calm down at bedtime but they are only two and three in bunk beds in the same room) and sleep all night. Ashlynn sometimes wakes up and comes in our bed. Emery never does. Of course, lately they have all been sick and that changes things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#8. Jesus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;This should obviously be at the top of the list, but I haven't been thinking in order. Mostly just what is on my mind at the moment. I am so grateful for the grave price that Jesus paid for my sin so that I can spend eternity in heaven with Him. (He died for you, too, by the way!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#9. Grace.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Because I need more grace than I had thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#10. Our health.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;We have been blessed with only minor issues in the years of our marriage. Our kids are relatively healthy, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#11. My van.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;It sure is nice to have a reliable vehicle that fits all of my kids and stuff comfortably!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#12. Freedom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Yeah, I know this should have been yesterday's, but all of the posts on facebook throughout the day reminded me how thankful that I am that an honorable few pledge their lives so that I can be free. Thank you to all that have and do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#13. The Whole Food Coop.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I do most of our grocery shopping there and am so thankful to have a place to get healthy foods to feed my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#14. My camera and the ability to preserve these moments.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am so thankful that I can keep our memories safe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#15. Medicine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I am so thankful that we have so many things available to us to help our bodies get back to healthy - specifically antibiotics&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;which we have needed several times over the course of our lives (and my children have needed a round or two, including some seriously strong ones for Emery's staph infection).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#16. My grandparents.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I have two grandmas still alive and today is my Grandma Vicki's 93rd birthday! What a blessing the older generations are and I am so thankful for the memories I have and am still making with my grandparents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#17. Friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;It's wonderful to have people to share life's ups and downs with!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#18. The internet.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Seriously, what did moms do without it? I suppose they just got together and visited with other moms to talk about their concerns or to share tips. Which actually sounds really nice. But it is really convenient to have all that info at my fingertips!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#19. My daughter's birth mom.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thank you for giving me the greatest gift you could give.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#20. Skype&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to talk to my husband on. Six weeks would be a long time to go without seeing his face. And a long time for him to go without seeing his children, I'm sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#21. Siblings, both my own and for my children.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am so blessed to watch Ashlynn and Emery make up games to play together or to wonder where the other one is when gone. It's so sweet to have a sibling/best friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#22. God's provision.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Isn't it amazing to know that God is bigger than&lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and will give us&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;exceedingly abundantly more&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;than we could ever imagine? Wow. God is good,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;all the time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#23. My washer and dryer.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;It would be a lot of extra work to wash diapers by hand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#24. My dishwasher.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;What can I say? I'm realizing with Seth gone that it is wonderful to have an appliance to do my dirty work. Ha, ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#25. Holiday cheer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I just love this time of year and wish it would last far past Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#26. Imagination.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I know God is bigger than we can "imagine" (ha), but I am so thankful that he thought to give us our creativity and imaginations! I watch Emery play his made up games and listen to Ashlynn sing her made up songs and I am blessed. God is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#27. My mom and dad&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;for providing me with a safe and happy childhood. In doing foster care I have seen that a lot of kids don't get that in this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#28. Ashlynn's speech teachers &lt;/b&gt;for working with her three times a week to improve her speech. For those who don't know, she has been diagnosed with a dyspraxia of speech and has to attend speech many times a week to overcome it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G8DVIoX-WbA/TtRAEISJUxI/AAAAAAAABeE/JbBjhKZTBxY/s1600/IMG_1515.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G8DVIoX-WbA/TtRAEISJUxI/AAAAAAAABeE/JbBjhKZTBxY/s400/IMG_1515.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mhOOmw3Wg4I/TtRAM74-scI/AAAAAAAABeM/RrPqbdvYAn4/s1600/IMG_1516.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mhOOmw3Wg4I/TtRAM74-scI/AAAAAAAABeM/RrPqbdvYAn4/s400/IMG_1516.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't these cool?! Found them on Pinterest. My kids thought they were the coolest things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/45/10D76AAD2FC18FD5FA2EF3083BAE4210.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-6167316468893921149?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6167316468893921149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=6167316468893921149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/6167316468893921149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/6167316468893921149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/11/fun-lunch.html' title='Fun lunch!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G8DVIoX-WbA/TtRAEISJUxI/AAAAAAAABeE/JbBjhKZTBxY/s72-c/IMG_1515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-8096022853702075818</id><published>2011-11-27T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T05:28:59.743-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oliver'/><title type='text'>Oliver is thankful for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Things I'm thankful for (in no particular order):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#1. My family&lt;/b&gt;. Wonderful, giving husband and perfect, beautiful children!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#2. A warm and cozy house&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to raise my children in. It's 41 degrees here today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#3. My sister&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(AKA my built in babysitter). Seriously, how do women function without a sister? My kids count her as their second mom and she can step right in and parent them in (almost) exactly the same way that I do. I seriously need to get Ashlynn a sister (to grow up in the same house with her - many of you know that she has a biological half sister that is seven months old), one way or another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#4. Coffee.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yum, especially on a 35 degree morning. I made pumpkin spice lattes this morning for Seth since it's his last morning here until December 17!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#5. Seth's job.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Even though he left this morning for six weeks I am thankful that he has a steady income with good benefits.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#6. Sunday mornings.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;They are much more relaxing when Seth is home (he lets me sleep in and then lounge on the couch with coffee), but they are good nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#7. Good sleepers.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;My kids are all (pretty much) good sleepers. Oliver has put himself to sleep since he was a newborn - he just wants to be in his sleep sack holding his softie with his lullaby machine playing! If he's ready for nap/bed time he will go to sleep without a sound. The older two go to bed between seven and eight (they are still learning how to calm down at bedtime but they are only two and three in bunk beds in the same room) and sleep all night. Ashlynn sometimes wakes up and comes in our bed. Emery never does. Of course, lately they have all been sick and that changes things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#8. Jesus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;This should obviously be at the top of the list, but I haven't been thinking in order. Mostly just what is on my mind at the moment. I am so grateful for the grave price that Jesus paid for my sin so that I can spend eternity in heaven with Him. (He died for you, too, by the way!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#9. Grace.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Because I need more grace than I had thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#10. Our health.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;We have been blessed with only minor issues in the years of our marriage. Our kids are relatively healthy, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#11. My van.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;It sure is nice to have a reliable vehicle that fits all of my kids and stuff comfortably!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#12. Freedom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Yeah, I know this should have been yesterday's, but all of the posts on facebook throughout the day reminded me how thankful that I am that an honorable few pledge their lives so that I can be free. Thank you to all that have and do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#13. The Whole Food Coop.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I do most of our grocery shopping there and am so thankful to have a place to get healthy foods to feed my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#14. My camera and the ability to preserve these moments.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am so thankful that I can keep our memories safe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#15. Medicine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I am so thankful that we have so many things available to us to help our bodies get back to healthy - specifically antibiotics&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;which we have needed several times over the course of our lives (and my children have needed a round or two, including some seriously strong ones for Emery's staph infection).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#16. My grandparents.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I have two grandmas still alive and today is my Grandma Vicki's 93rd birthday! What a blessing the older generations are and I am so thankful for the memories I have and am still making with my grandparents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#17. Friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;It's wonderful to have people to share life's ups and downs with!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#18. The internet.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Seriously, what did moms do without it? I suppose they just got together and visited with other moms to talk about their concerns or to share tips. Which actually sounds really nice. But it is really convenient to have all that info at my fingertips!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#19. My daughter's birth mom.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thank you for giving me the greatest gift you could give.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#20. Skype&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to talk to my husband on. Six weeks would be a long time to go without seeing his face. And a long time for him to go without seeing his children, I'm sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#21. Siblings, both my own and for my children.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am so blessed to watch Ashlynn and Emery make up games to play together or to wonder where the other one is when gone. It's so sweet to have a sibling/best friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#22. God's provision.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Isn't it amazing to know that God is bigger than&lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and will give us&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;exceedingly abundantly more&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;than we could ever imagine? Wow. God is good,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;all the time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#23. My washer and dryer.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;It would be a lot of extra work to wash diapers by hand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#24. My dishwasher.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;What can I say? I'm realizing with Seth gone that it is wonderful to have an appliance to do my dirty work. Ha, ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#25. Holiday cheer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I just love this time of year and wish it would last far past Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#26. Imagination.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I know God is bigger than we can "imagine" (ha), but I am so thankful that he thought to give us our creativity and imaginations! I watch Emery play his made up games and listen to Ashlynn sing her made up songs and I am blessed. God is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#27. My mom and dad &lt;/b&gt;for providing me with a safe and happy childhood. 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My family&lt;/b&gt;. Wonderful, giving husband and perfect, beautiful children!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#2. A warm and cozy house&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to raise my children in. It's 41 degrees here today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#3. My sister&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(AKA my built in babysitter). Seriously, how do women function without a sister? My kids count her as their second mom and she can step right in and parent them in (almost) exactly the same way that I do. I seriously need to get Ashlynn a sister (to grow up in the same house with her - many of you know that she has a biological half sister that is seven months old), one way or another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#4. Coffee.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yum, especially on a 35 degree morning. I made pumpkin spice lattes this morning for Seth since it's his last morning here until December 17!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#5. Seth's job.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Even though he left this morning for six weeks I am thankful that he has a steady income with good benefits.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#6. Sunday mornings.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;They are much more relaxing when Seth is home (he lets me sleep in and then lounge on the couch with coffee), but they are good nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#7. Good sleepers.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;My kids are all (pretty much) good sleepers. Oliver has put himself to sleep since he was a newborn - he just wants to be in his sleep sack holding his softie with his lullaby machine playing! If he's ready for nap/bed time he will go to sleep without a sound. The older two go to bed between seven and eight (they are still learning how to calm down at bedtime but they are only two and three in bunk beds in the same room) and sleep all night. Ashlynn sometimes wakes up and comes in our bed. Emery never does. Of course, lately they have all been sick and that changes things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#8. Jesus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;This should obviously be at the top of the list, but I haven't been thinking in order. Mostly just what is on my mind at the moment. I am so grateful for the grave price that Jesus paid for my sin so that I can spend eternity in heaven with Him. (He died for you, too, by the way!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#9. Grace.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Because I need more grace than I had thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#10. Our health.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;We have been blessed with only minor issues in the years of our marriage. Our kids are relatively healthy, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#11. My van.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;It sure is nice to have a reliable vehicle that fits all of my kids and stuff comfortably!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#12. Freedom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Yeah, I know this should have been yesterday's, but all of the posts on facebook throughout the day reminded me how thankful that I am that an honorable few pledge their lives so that I can be free. Thank you to all that have and do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#13. The Whole Food Coop.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I do most of our grocery shopping there and am so thankful to have a place to get healthy foods to feed my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#14. My camera and the ability to preserve these moments.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am so thankful that I can keep our memories safe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#15. Medicine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I am so thankful that we have so many things available to us to help our bodies get back to healthy - specifically antibiotics&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;which we have needed several times over the course of our lives (and my children have needed a round or two, including some seriously strong ones for Emery's staph infection).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#16. My grandparents.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I have two grandmas still alive and today is my Grandma Vicki's 93rd birthday! What a blessing the older generations are and I am so thankful for the memories I have and am still making with my grandparents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#17. Friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;It's wonderful to have people to share life's ups and downs with!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#18. The internet.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Seriously, what did moms do without it? I suppose they just got together and visited with other moms to talk about their concerns or to share tips. Which actually sounds really nice. But it is really convenient to have all that info at my fingertips!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#19. My daughter's birth mom.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thank you for giving me the greatest gift you could give.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#20. Skype&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to talk to my husband on. Six weeks would be a long time to go without seeing his face. And a long time for him to go without seeing his children, I'm sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#21. Siblings, both my own and for my children.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am so blessed to watch Ashlynn and Emery make up games to play together or to wonder where the other one is when gone. It's so sweet to have a sibling/best friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#22. God's provision.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Isn't it amazing to know that God is bigger than&lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and will give us&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;exceedingly abundantly more&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;than we could ever imagine? Wow. God is good,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;all the time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#23. My washer and dryer.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;It would be a lot of extra work to wash diapers by hand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#24. My dishwasher.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;What can I say? I'm realizing with Seth gone that it is wonderful to have an appliance to do my dirty work. Ha, ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#25. Holiday cheer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I just love this time of year and wish it would last far past Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#26. Imagination. &lt;/b&gt;I know God is bigger than we can "imagine" (ha), but I am so thankful that he thought to give us our creativity and imaginations! I watch Emery play his made up games and listen to Ashlynn sing her made up songs and I am blessed. God is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;We spent Thanksgiving day at my mom and dad's house. The kids had fun playing. Emery went outside with my dad in just a long sleeved shirt since the temperature was fifty degrees! Ashlynn and Lou Lou packed up their backpacks and headed off to "school".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;My dad had a fire in the fireplace for the first time in years. Of course it ended up being a super warm day and my mom commented that the neighbors probably thought we were nuts as we hauled in piles of wood! The kids enjoyed it and it was nice and cozy inside (and quite smoky, too).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vFjnyJX7ONA/TtEDRLfbpdI/AAAAAAAABdE/r1L_GN3BwNo/s1600/IMG_1478.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vFjnyJX7ONA/TtEDRLfbpdI/AAAAAAAABdE/r1L_GN3BwNo/s640/IMG_1478.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;the closest lou lou gets to smiling for the camera&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VYMMojkytbg/TtEDaoMxBhI/AAAAAAAABdM/9R27VPYyDfE/s1600/IMG_1479.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VYMMojkytbg/TtEDaoMxBhI/AAAAAAAABdM/9R27VPYyDfE/s640/IMG_1479.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;ready for school&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p8t5vDPHo4E/TtEDntUR-fI/AAAAAAAABdU/rUijwB2QxOw/s1600/IMG_1481.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p8t5vDPHo4E/TtEDntUR-fI/AAAAAAAABdU/rUijwB2QxOw/s640/IMG_1481.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;playing outside on Thanksgiving in fifty degree weather!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E-oRVPm9qhY/TtED0OIovtI/AAAAAAAABdc/LllfICtbSfU/s1600/IMG_1483.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E-oRVPm9qhY/TtED0OIovtI/AAAAAAAABdc/LllfICtbSfU/s640/IMG_1483.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;watching grandpa build a fire&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mPKHKzbh-Yw/TtED_NQkqWI/AAAAAAAABdk/JR4YlxDTFY4/s1600/IMG_1484.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mPKHKzbh-Yw/TtED_NQkqWI/AAAAAAAABdk/JR4YlxDTFY4/s640/IMG_1484.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;cousins in front of the fire&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uZwbuZ7pIZM/TtEEGum5xuI/AAAAAAAABds/3MjZmX3LRkQ/s1600/IMG_1489.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uZwbuZ7pIZM/TtEEGum5xuI/AAAAAAAABds/3MjZmX3LRkQ/s640/IMG_1489.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanksgiving dinner!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-08B24MhUgCg/TtEEPJ73ptI/AAAAAAAABd0/Kj5KzhBU9S8/s1600/IMG_1497.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-08B24MhUgCg/TtEEPJ73ptI/AAAAAAAABd0/Kj5KzhBU9S8/s640/IMG_1497.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;cuddled up watching a movie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;My sister picked up a bag of baby food from Target called "Thanksgiving Dinner" for Oliver and he gobbled it up. Ha, ha. I am full of puns lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went over to Seth's sister's house on Friday to eat with his family. I forgot my camera, of course. The food was great, though, and the kids had fun playing with their cousins. Ashlynn wants to be just like Jada and it's cute to see how much she loves her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Today it's rainy and dreary outside and we are still in our pajamas even though it's almost lunch time. I may haul out the tree during nap time and start digging through and sorting decorations. I'm sure I have lots of things to get rid of. I also need to hide the Christmas presents so that we can go down in the basement to play again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/45/10D76AAD2FC18FD5FA2EF3083BAE4210.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-4267517800542747043?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4267517800542747043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=4267517800542747043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/4267517800542747043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/4267517800542747043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/11/thankgiving-x-2.html' title='Thankgiving x 2'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vFjnyJX7ONA/TtEDRLfbpdI/AAAAAAAABdE/r1L_GN3BwNo/s72-c/IMG_1478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-6001639468049447299</id><published>2011-11-25T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T18:29:28.070-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oliver'/><title type='text'>Eight months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Things I'm thankful for (in no particular order):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#1. My family&lt;/b&gt;. Wonderful, giving husband and perfect, beautiful children!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#2. A warm and cozy house&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to raise my children in. It's 41 degrees here today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#3. My sister&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(AKA my built in babysitter). Seriously, how do women function without a sister? My kids count her as their second mom and she can step right in and parent them in (almost) exactly the same way that I do. I seriously need to get Ashlynn a sister (to grow up in the same house with her - many of you know that she has a biological half sister that is seven months old), one way or another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#4. Coffee.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yum, especially on a 35 degree morning. I made pumpkin spice lattes this morning for Seth since it's his last morning here until December 17!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#5. Seth's job.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Even though he left this morning for six weeks I am thankful that he has a steady income with good benefits.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#6. Sunday mornings.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;They are much more relaxing when Seth is home (he lets me sleep in and then lounge on the couch with coffee), but they are good nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#7. Good sleepers.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;My kids are all (pretty much) good sleepers. Oliver has put himself to sleep since he was a newborn - he just wants to be in his sleep sack holding his softie with his lullaby machine playing! If he's ready for nap/bed time he will go to sleep without a sound. The older two go to bed between seven and eight (they are still learning how to calm down at bedtime but they are only two and three in bunk beds in the same room) and sleep all night. Ashlynn sometimes wakes up and comes in our bed. Emery never does. Of course, lately they have all been sick and that changes things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#8. Jesus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;This should obviously be at the top of the list, but I haven't been thinking in order. Mostly just what is on my mind at the moment. I am so grateful for the grave price that Jesus paid for my sin so that I can spend eternity in heaven with Him. (He died for you, too, by the way!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#9. Grace.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Because I need more grace than I had thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#10. Our health.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;We have been blessed with only minor issues in the years of our marriage. Our kids are relatively healthy, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#11. My van.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;It sure is nice to have a reliable vehicle that fits all of my kids and stuff comfortably!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#12. Freedom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Yeah, I know this should have been yesterday's, but all of the posts on facebook throughout the day reminded me how thankful that I am that an honorable few pledge their lives so that I can be free. Thank you to all that have and do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#13. The Whole Food Coop.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I do most of our grocery shopping there and am so thankful to have a place to get healthy foods to feed my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#14. My camera and the ability to preserve these moments.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am so thankful that I can keep our memories safe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#15. Medicine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I am so thankful that we have so many things available to us to help our bodies get back to healthy - specifically antibiotics&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;which we have needed several times over the course of our lives (and my children have needed a round or two, including some seriously strong ones for Emery's staph infection).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#16. My grandparents.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I have two grandmas still alive and today is my Grandma Vicki's 93rd birthday! What a blessing the older generations are and I am so thankful for the memories I have and am still making with my grandparents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#17. Friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;It's wonderful to have people to share life's ups and downs with!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#18. The internet.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Seriously, what did moms do without it? I suppose they just got together and visited with other moms to talk about their concerns or to share tips. Which actually sounds really nice. But it is really convenient to have all that info at my fingertips!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#19. My daughter's birth mom.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thank you for giving me the greatest gift you could give.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#20. Skype&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to talk to my husband on. Six weeks would be a long time to go without seeing his face. And a long time for him to go without seeing his children, I'm sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#21. Siblings, both my own and for my children.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am so blessed to watch Ashlynn and Emery make up games to play together or to wonder where the other one is when gone. It's so sweet to have a sibling/best friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#22. God's provision.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Isn't it amazing to know that God is bigger than&lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and will give us&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;exceedingly abundantly more&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;than we could ever imagine? Wow. God is good,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;all the time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#23. My washer and dryer.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;It would be a lot of extra work to wash diapers by hand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#24. My dishwasher.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;What can I say? I'm realizing with Seth gone that it is wonderful to have an appliance to do my dirty work. Ha, ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#25. Holiday cheer. &lt;/b&gt;I just love this time of year and wish it would last far past Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;My baby boy is eight months old today. Another month come and gone in the blink of an eye. A few key things about November:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Crimson Text';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px;"&gt;He got his eighth tooth. It's been right under the surface for a couple of months but finally broke through and is working its way in now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Crimson Text';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px;"&gt;He is now a confident sitter and loves to rock back and forth. He really never just sits still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Crimson Text';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px;"&gt;He had his formal portraits done and I can't wait to see the big one that we got for our wall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Crimson Text';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px;"&gt;He has started eating some solids like bananas and crackers. He has also had steamed broccoli and oatmeal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Crimson Text';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px;"&gt;He moved into his "big boy" car seat and seems to love it. It definitely looks more comfortable than the infant seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Crimson Text';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px;"&gt;I am pretty sure that I saw him inch forward a bit army style yesterday and again today. We'll see what the coming days bring on that front!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Crimson Text';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px;"&gt;He got his first ear infection last week and has been on antibiotics for the last ten days. Today he was pulling at his ear and he has been sleeping terribly the last few nights. I really hope his ear is not still bugging him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Crimson Text';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px;"&gt;The excema on his face has been acting up this month, maybe because of the dryer weather and forced air heat. It keeps getting infected (impetigo) and that is stressing me out a little. We have cream for it, though, and that clears it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Crimson Text';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px;"&gt;He learned how to clap and loves to practice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Crimson Text';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0MeqtA1t7mk/TtBN--8UdzI/AAAAAAAABcU/lVHjry-7AJQ/s1600/IMG_1410.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0MeqtA1t7mk/TtBN--8UdzI/AAAAAAAABcU/lVHjry-7AJQ/s400/IMG_1410.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Things I'm thankful for (in no particular order):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#1. My family&lt;/b&gt;. Wonderful, giving husband and perfect, beautiful children!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#2. A warm and cozy house&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to raise my children in. It's 41 degrees here today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#3. My sister&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(AKA my built in babysitter). Seriously, how do women function without a sister? My kids count her as their second mom and she can step right in and parent them in (almost) exactly the same way that I do. I seriously need to get Ashlynn a sister (to grow up in the same house with her - many of you know that she has a biological half sister that is seven months old), one way or another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#4. Coffee.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yum, especially on a 35 degree morning. I made pumpkin spice lattes this morning for Seth since it's his last morning here until December 17!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#5. Seth's job.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Even though he left this morning for six weeks I am thankful that he has a steady income with good benefits.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#6. Sunday mornings.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;They are much more relaxing when Seth is home (he lets me sleep in and then lounge on the couch with coffee), but they are good nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#7. Good sleepers.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;My kids are all (pretty much) good sleepers. Oliver has put himself to sleep since he was a newborn - he just wants to be in his sleep sack holding his softie with his lullaby machine playing! If he's ready for nap/bed time he will go to sleep without a sound. The older two go to bed between seven and eight (they are still learning how to calm down at bedtime but they are only two and three in bunk beds in the same room) and sleep all night. Ashlynn sometimes wakes up and comes in our bed. Emery never does. Of course, lately they have all been sick and that changes things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#8. Jesus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;This should obviously be at the top of the list, but I haven't been thinking in order. Mostly just what is on my mind at the moment. I am so grateful for the grave price that Jesus paid for my sin so that I can spend eternity in heaven with Him. (He died for you, too, by the way!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#9. Grace.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Because I need more grace than I had thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#10. Our health.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;We have been blessed with only minor issues in the years of our marriage. Our kids are relatively healthy, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#11. My van.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;It sure is nice to have a reliable vehicle that fits all of my kids and stuff comfortably!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#12. Freedom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Yeah, I know this should have been yesterday's, but all of the posts on facebook throughout the day reminded me how thankful that I am that an honorable few pledge their lives so that I can be free. Thank you to all that have and do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#13. The Whole Food Coop.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I do most of our grocery shopping there and am so thankful to have a place to get healthy foods to feed my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#14. My camera and the ability to preserve these moments.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am so thankful that I can keep our memories safe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#15. Medicine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I am so thankful that we have so many things available to us to help our bodies get back to healthy - specifically antibiotics&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;which we have needed several times over the course of our lives (and my children have needed a round or two, including some seriously strong ones for Emery's staph infection).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#16. My grandparents.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I have two grandmas still alive and today is my Grandma Vicki's 93rd birthday! What a blessing the older generations are and I am so thankful for the memories I have and am still making with my grandparents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#17. Friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;It's wonderful to have people to share life's ups and downs with!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#18. The internet.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Seriously, what did moms do without it? I suppose they just got together and visited with other moms to talk about their concerns or to share tips. Which actually sounds really nice. But it is really convenient to have all that info at my fingertips!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#19. My daughter's birth mom.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thank you for giving me the greatest gift you could give.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#20. Skype&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to talk to my husband on. Six weeks would be a long time to go without seeing his face. And a long time for him to go without seeing his children, I'm sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#21. Siblings, both my own and for my children.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am so blessed to watch Ashlynn and Emery make up games to play together or to wonder where the other one is when gone. It's so sweet to have a sibling/best friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#22. God's provision.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Isn't it amazing to know that God is bigger than&lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and will give us&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;exceedingly abundantly more&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;than we could ever imagine? Wow. God is good,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;all the time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#23. My washer and dryer.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;It would be a lot of extra work to wash diapers by hand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#24. My dishwasher.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;What can I say? I'm realizing with Seth gone that it is wonderful to have an appliance to do my dirty work. Ha, ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z0THVH0sPmk/Ts5Lif8O51I/AAAAAAAABb8/SXGNIGryFIc/s1600/jamie30.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z0THVH0sPmk/Ts5Lif8O51I/AAAAAAAABb8/SXGNIGryFIc/s400/jamie30.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;My little sister is thirty today. I can't believe that we are in our thirties. I feel old. Not in a bad way, though. I am fine with it, but the reality is that I'm working my way to the halfway point (or maybe I'm already past it, who knows?) and I'm getting closer every day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, happy birthday, Jamie! Have a great day. I'll watch your kids while you nap. Maybe mom will cook a huge turkey dinner just to celebrate. Enjoy it because you won't get this again for another six years or so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j98m1urY_ps/Ts5Yi_3ODvI/AAAAAAAABcM/mwteO0mm1YM/s1600/IMG_1470.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j98m1urY_ps/Ts5Yi_3ODvI/AAAAAAAABcM/mwteO0mm1YM/s640/IMG_1470.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My little turkey is already eight months old (tomorrow). He is such a joy and I am having so much fun enjoying all of his firsts with him! Happy first Thanksgiving, son! Enjoy your first feast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-4571824017671020463?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4571824017671020463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=4571824017671020463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/4571824017671020463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/4571824017671020463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-birthday-to-my-sister.html' title='Happy birthday and first Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z0THVH0sPmk/Ts5Lif8O51I/AAAAAAAABb8/SXGNIGryFIc/s72-c/jamie30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-683611342767253113</id><published>2011-11-23T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T06:30:25.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa, baby...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Things I'm thankful for (in no particular order):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#1. My family&lt;/b&gt;. Wonderful, giving husband and perfect, beautiful children!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#2. A warm and cozy house&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to raise my children in. It's 41 degrees here today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#3. My sister&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(AKA my built in babysitter). Seriously, how do women function without a sister? My kids count her as their second mom and she can step right in and parent them in (almost) exactly the same way that I do. I seriously need to get Ashlynn a sister (to grow up in the same house with her - many of you know that she has a biological half sister that is seven months old), one way or another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#4. Coffee.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yum, especially on a 35 degree morning. I made pumpkin spice lattes this morning for Seth since it's his last morning here until December 17!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#5. Seth's job.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Even though he left this morning for six weeks I am thankful that he has a steady income with good benefits.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#6. Sunday mornings.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;They are much more relaxing when Seth is home (he lets me sleep in and then lounge on the couch with coffee), but they are good nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#7. Good sleepers.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;My kids are all (pretty much) good sleepers. Oliver has put himself to sleep since he was a newborn - he just wants to be in his sleep sack holding his softie with his lullaby machine playing! If he's ready for nap/bed time he will go to sleep without a sound. The older two go to bed between seven and eight (they are still learning how to calm down at bedtime but they are only two and three in bunk beds in the same room) and sleep all night. Ashlynn sometimes wakes up and comes in our bed. Emery never does. Of course, lately they have all been sick and that changes things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#8. Jesus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;This should obviously be at the top of the list, but I haven't been thinking in order. Mostly just what is on my mind at the moment. I am so grateful for the grave price that Jesus paid for my sin so that I can spend eternity in heaven with Him. (He died for you, too, by the way!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#9. Grace.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Because I need more grace than I had thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#10. Our health.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;We have been blessed with only minor issues in the years of our marriage. Our kids are relatively healthy, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#11. My van.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;It sure is nice to have a reliable vehicle that fits all of my kids and stuff comfortably!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#12. Freedom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Yeah, I know this should have been yesterday's, but all of the posts on facebook throughout the day reminded me how thankful that I am that an honorable few pledge their lives so that I can be free. Thank you to all that have and do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#13. The Whole Food Coop.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I do most of our grocery shopping there and am so thankful to have a place to get healthy foods to feed my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#14. My camera and the ability to preserve these moments.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am so thankful that I can keep our memories safe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#15. Medicine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I am so thankful that we have so many things available to us to help our bodies get back to healthy - specifically antibiotics&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;which we have needed several times over the course of our lives (and my children have needed a round or two, including some seriously strong ones for Emery's staph infection).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#16. My grandparents.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I have two grandmas still alive and today is my Grandma Vicki's 93rd birthday! What a blessing the older generations are and I am so thankful for the memories I have and am still making with my grandparents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#17. Friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;It's wonderful to have people to share life's ups and downs with!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#18. The internet.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Seriously, what did moms do without it? I suppose they just got together and visited with other moms to talk about their concerns or to share tips. Which actually sounds really nice. But it is really convenient to have all that info at my fingertips!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#19. My daughter's birth mom.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thank you for giving me the greatest gift you could give.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#20. Skype&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to talk to my husband on. Six weeks would be a long time to go without seeing his face. And a long time for him to go without seeing his children, I'm sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#21. Siblings, both my own and for my children.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am so blessed to watch Ashlynn and Emery make up games to play together or to wonder where the other one is when gone. It's so sweet to have a sibling/best friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#22. God's provision.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Isn't it amazing to know that God is bigger than&lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and will give us&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;exceedingly abundantly more&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;than we could ever imagine? Wow. God is good,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;all the time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#23. My washer and dryer.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;It would be a lot of extra work to wash diapers by hand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rS5-J4zwsws/Ts0DPDkWAXI/AAAAAAAABb0/UaGZ-lqKfGk/s1600/mom%2526olliesanta2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rS5-J4zwsws/Ts0DPDkWAXI/AAAAAAAABb0/UaGZ-lqKfGk/s640/mom%2526olliesanta2011.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/45/10D76AAD2FC18FD5FA2EF3083BAE4210.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-683611342767253113?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/683611342767253113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=683611342767253113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/683611342767253113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/683611342767253113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/11/santa-baby.html' title='Santa, baby...'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rS5-J4zwsws/Ts0DPDkWAXI/AAAAAAAABb0/UaGZ-lqKfGk/s72-c/mom%2526olliesanta2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-8805603402706984474</id><published>2011-11-22T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T06:41:25.560-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oliver'/><title type='text'>Aaahh, sleep. How I've missed you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Things I'm thankful for (in no particular order):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#1. My family&lt;/b&gt;. Wonderful, giving husband and perfect, beautiful children!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#2. A warm and cozy house&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to raise my children in. It's 41 degrees here today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#3. My sister&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(AKA my built in babysitter). Seriously, how do women function without a sister? My kids count her as their second mom and she can step right in and parent them in (almost) exactly the same way that I do. I seriously need to get Ashlynn a sister (to grow up in the same house with her - many of you know that she has a biological half sister that is seven months old), one way or another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#4. Coffee.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yum, especially on a 35 degree morning. I made pumpkin spice lattes this morning for Seth since it's his last morning here until December 17!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#5. Seth's job.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Even though he left this morning for six weeks I am thankful that he has a steady income with good benefits.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#6. Sunday mornings.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;They are much more relaxing when Seth is home (he lets me sleep in and then lounge on the couch with coffee), but they are good nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#7. Good sleepers.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;My kids are all (pretty much) good sleepers. Oliver has put himself to sleep since he was a newborn - he just wants to be in his sleep sack holding his softie with his lullaby machine playing! If he's ready for nap/bed time he will go to sleep without a sound. The older two go to bed between seven and eight (they are still learning how to calm down at bedtime but they are only two and three in bunk beds in the same room) and sleep all night. Ashlynn sometimes wakes up and comes in our bed. Emery never does. Of course, lately they have all been sick and that changes things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#8. Jesus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;This should obviously be at the top of the list, but I haven't been thinking in order. Mostly just what is on my mind at the moment. I am so grateful for the grave price that Jesus paid for my sin so that I can spend eternity in heaven with Him. (He died for you, too, by the way!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#9. Grace.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Because I need more grace than I had thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#10. Our health.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;We have been blessed with only minor issues in the years of our marriage. Our kids are relatively healthy, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#11. My van.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;It sure is nice to have a reliable vehicle that fits all of my kids and stuff comfortably!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#12. Freedom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Yeah, I know this should have been yesterday's, but all of the posts on facebook throughout the day reminded me how thankful that I am that an honorable few pledge their lives so that I can be free. Thank you to all that have and do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#13. The Whole Food Coop.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I do most of our grocery shopping there and am so thankful to have a place to get healthy foods to feed my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#14. My camera and the ability to preserve these moments.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am so thankful that I can keep our memories safe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#15. Medicine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I am so thankful that we have so many things available to us to help our bodies get back to healthy - specifically antibiotics&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;which we have needed several times over the course of our lives (and my children have needed a round or two, including some seriously strong ones for Emery's staph infection).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#16. My grandparents.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I have two grandmas still alive and today is my Grandma Vicki's 93rd birthday! What a blessing the older generations are and I am so thankful for the memories I have and am still making with my grandparents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#17. Friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;It's wonderful to have people to share life's ups and downs with!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#18. The internet.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Seriously, what did moms do without it? I suppose they just got together and visited with other moms to talk about their concerns or to share tips. Which actually sounds really nice. But it is really convenient to have all that info at my fingertips!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#19. My daughter's birth mom.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thank you for giving me the greatest gift you could give.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#20. Skype&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to talk to my husband on. Six weeks would be a long time to go without seeing his face. And a long time for him to go without seeing his children, I'm sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#21. Siblings, both my own and for my children.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am so blessed to watch Ashlynn and Emery make up games to play together or to wonder where the other one is when gone. It's so sweet to have a sibling/best friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#22. God's provision.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Isn't it amazing to know that God is bigger than &lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and will give us &lt;i&gt;exceedingly abundantly more &lt;/i&gt;than we could ever imagine? Wow. God is good, &lt;i&gt;all the time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*****&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;It is 8:15am and Oliver is still sleeping. And he went to bed at 8:30pm. And he only woke up &lt;i&gt;once&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to eat at 3:30am (and that's because Ashlynn woke up crying and he heard her, I think).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I went to sleep around 9:30pm and slept for six hours. Yum. And then I fed Ollie in about fifteen minutes and went back to sleep until 7:00am, which added another three hours to my total of &lt;i&gt;nine hours with only one interruption.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I feel good today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;In case I haven't mentioned it much here, Oliver has been waking about three times in that 8-8 stretch. Usually about ten, three, and five. I was still totaling a good eight or nine hours of sleep but with three interruptions my body still felt rotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Praise God for little blessings. &lt;i&gt;(And big ones, of course!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8a_6Gb6FSPE/Tsu0bmte22I/AAAAAAAABbs/hbNT_DoPTMY/s1600/IMG_1380.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8a_6Gb6FSPE/Tsu0bmte22I/AAAAAAAABbs/hbNT_DoPTMY/s640/IMG_1380.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My big guy learned how to clap so he spends a lot of time practicing now!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/45/10D76AAD2FC18FD5FA2EF3083BAE4210.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-8805603402706984474?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8805603402706984474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=8805603402706984474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/8805603402706984474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/8805603402706984474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/11/aaahh-sleep-how-ive-missed-you.html' title='Aaahh, sleep. How I&apos;ve missed you.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8a_6Gb6FSPE/Tsu0bmte22I/AAAAAAAABbs/hbNT_DoPTMY/s72-c/IMG_1380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-8107911522954789609</id><published>2011-11-21T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T06:16:11.461-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ashlynn'/><title type='text'>Self Portrait</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Things I'm thankful for (in no particular order):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#1. My family&lt;/b&gt;. Wonderful, giving husband and perfect, beautiful children!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#2. A warm and cozy house&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to raise my children in. It's 41 degrees here today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#3. My sister&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(AKA my built in babysitter). Seriously, how do women function without a sister? My kids count her as their second mom and she can step right in and parent them in (almost) exactly the same way that I do. I seriously need to get Ashlynn a sister (to grow up in the same house with her - many of you know that she has a biological half sister that is seven months old), one way or another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#4. Coffee.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yum, especially on a 35 degree morning. I made pumpkin spice lattes this morning for Seth since it's his last morning here until December 17!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#5. Seth's job.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Even though he left this morning for six weeks I am thankful that he has a steady income with good benefits.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#6. Sunday mornings.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;They are much more relaxing when Seth is home (he lets me sleep in and then lounge on the couch with coffee), but they are good nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#7. Good sleepers.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;My kids are all (pretty much) good sleepers. Oliver has put himself to sleep since he was a newborn - he just wants to be in his sleep sack holding his softie with his lullaby machine playing! If he's ready for nap/bed time he will go to sleep without a sound. The older two go to bed between seven and eight (they are still learning how to calm down at bedtime but they are only two and three in bunk beds in the same room) and sleep all night. Ashlynn sometimes wakes up and comes in our bed. Emery never does. Of course, lately they have all been sick and that changes things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#8. Jesus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;This should obviously be at the top of the list, but I haven't been thinking in order. Mostly just what is on my mind at the moment. I am so grateful for the grave price that Jesus paid for my sin so that I can spend eternity in heaven with Him. (He died for you, too, by the way!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#9. Grace.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Because I need more grace than I had thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#10. Our health.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;We have been blessed with only minor issues in the years of our marriage. Our kids are relatively healthy, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#11. My van.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;It sure is nice to have a reliable vehicle that fits all of my kids and stuff comfortably!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#12. Freedom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Yeah, I know this should have been yesterday's, but all of the posts on facebook throughout the day reminded me how thankful that I am that an honorable few pledge their lives so that I can be free. Thank you to all that have and do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#13. The Whole Food Coop.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I do most of our grocery shopping there and am so thankful to have a place to get healthy foods to feed my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#14. My camera and the ability to preserve these moments.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am so thankful that I can keep our memories safe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#15. Medicine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I am so thankful that we have so many things available to us to help our bodies get back to healthy - specifically antibiotics&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;which we have needed several times over the course of our lives (and my children have needed a round or two, including some seriously strong ones for Emery's staph infection).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#16. My grandparents.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I have two grandmas still alive and today is my Grandma Vicki's 93rd birthday! What a blessing the older generations are and I am so thankful for the memories I have and am still making with my grandparents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#17. Friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;It's wonderful to have people to share life's ups and downs with!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#18. The internet.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Seriously, what did moms do without it? I suppose they just got together and visited with other moms to talk about their concerns or to share tips. Which actually sounds really nice. But it is really convenient to have all that info at my fingertips!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#19. My daughter's birth mom.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thank you for giving me the greatest gift you could give.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#20. Skype&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to talk to my husband on. Six weeks would be a long time to go without seeing his face. And a long time for him to go without seeing his children, I'm sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#21. Siblings, both my own and for my children.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am so blessed to watch Ashlynn and Emery make up games to play together or to wonder where the other one is when gone. It's so sweet to have a sibling/best friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ashlynn drew herself the other day at the Children's Museum. I didn't even know she was capable of such a thing and this is what she ended up with:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tPd-LhQ35ks/Tspc_aaIwdI/AAAAAAAABbk/ueY-5Iz3qI0/s1600/IMG_1374.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tPd-LhQ35ks/Tspc_aaIwdI/AAAAAAAABbk/ueY-5Iz3qI0/s640/IMG_1374.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm impressed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/45/10D76AAD2FC18FD5FA2EF3083BAE4210.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-8107911522954789609?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8107911522954789609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=8107911522954789609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/8107911522954789609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/8107911522954789609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/11/things-im-thankful-for-in-no-particular_21.html' title='Self Portrait'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tPd-LhQ35ks/Tspc_aaIwdI/AAAAAAAABbk/ueY-5Iz3qI0/s72-c/IMG_1374.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-1501584607559243172</id><published>2011-11-20T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T17:34:05.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Things I'm thankful for (in no particular order):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#1. My family&lt;/b&gt;. Wonderful, giving husband and perfect, beautiful children!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#2. A warm and cozy house&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to raise my children in. It's 41 degrees here today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#3. My sister&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(AKA my built in babysitter). Seriously, how do women function without a sister? My kids count her as their second mom and she can step right in and parent them in (almost) exactly the same way that I do. I seriously need to get Ashlynn a sister (to grow up in the same house with her - many of you know that she has a biological half sister that is seven months old), one way or another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#4. Coffee.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yum, especially on a 35 degree morning. I made pumpkin spice lattes this morning for Seth since it's his last morning here until December 17!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#5. Seth's job.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Even though he left this morning for six weeks I am thankful that he has a steady income with good benefits.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#6. Sunday mornings.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;They are much more relaxing when Seth is home (he lets me sleep in and then lounge on the couch with coffee), but they are good nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#7. Good sleepers.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;My kids are all (pretty much) good sleepers. Oliver has put himself to sleep since he was a newborn - he just wants to be in his sleep sack holding his softie with his lullaby machine playing! If he's ready for nap/bed time he will go to sleep without a sound. The older two go to bed between seven and eight (they are still learning how to calm down at bedtime but they are only two and three in bunk beds in the same room) and sleep all night. Ashlynn sometimes wakes up and comes in our bed. Emery never does. Of course, lately they have all been sick and that changes things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#8. Jesus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;This should obviously be at the top of the list, but I haven't been thinking in order. Mostly just what is on my mind at the moment. I am so grateful for the grave price that Jesus paid for my sin so that I can spend eternity in heaven with Him. (He died for you, too, by the way!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#9. Grace.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Because I need more grace than I had thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#10. Our health.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;We have been blessed with only minor issues in the years of our marriage. Our kids are relatively healthy, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#11. My van.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;It sure is nice to have a reliable vehicle that fits all of my kids and stuff comfortably!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#12. Freedom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Yeah, I know this should have been yesterday's, but all of the posts on facebook throughout the day reminded me how thankful that I am that an honorable few pledge their lives so that I can be free. Thank you to all that have and do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#13. The Whole Food Coop.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I do most of our grocery shopping there and am so thankful to have a place to get healthy foods to feed my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#14. My camera and the ability to preserve these moments.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am so thankful that I can keep our memories safe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#15. Medicine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I am so thankful that we have so many things available to us to help our bodies get back to healthy - specifically antibiotics&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;which we have needed several times over the course of our lives (and my children have needed a round or two, including some seriously strong ones for Emery's staph infection).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#16. My grandparents.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I have two grandmas still alive and today is my Grandma Vicki's 93rd birthday! What a blessing the older generations are and I am so thankful for the memories I have and am still making with my grandparents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#17. Friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;It's wonderful to have people to share life's ups and downs with!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#18. The internet.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Seriously, what did moms do without it? I suppose they just got together and visited with other moms to talk about their concerns or to share tips. Which actually sounds really nice. But it is really convenient to have all that info at my fingertips!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#19. My daughter's birth mom.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thank you for giving me the greatest gift you could give.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#20. Skype&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to talk to my husband on. Six weeks would be a long time to go without seeing his face. And a long time for him to go without seeing his children, I'm sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MmTK07E6oRE/TsmoJ7NeQVI/AAAAAAAABbc/FTU2BlP_YPw/s1600/IMG_9643.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MmTK07E6oRE/TsmoJ7NeQVI/AAAAAAAABbc/FTU2BlP_YPw/s640/IMG_9643.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, how i wish it were the beginning of summer again...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: left;"&gt;Just a few words tonight about what I am learning while my husband is away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: left;"&gt;He lets me get away with being incredibly lazy. Not in a sinful way or anything. He just does a lot and expects very little in return. Or maybe nothing in return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: left;"&gt;Here is a typical weekday for an example. He gets home from work at 4:30 and immediately sits down and plays with the kids (I need a few minutes to clear my head and finish dinner). He sets the table and we eat dinner. If I am so tired that I can't see straight, which is every day lately, he lets me just lay on the couch or to take Oliver up to my bed to read a book or relax while he cleans up dinner, plays with the kids, gets them ready for bed, and puts them to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: left;"&gt;I am noticing how productive I am now that he's gone because there is nobody else to help get things done. I have been crafting with the kids and making meals from scratch because there is time to burn while I am alone all day and evening. I can't really explain it except to say that Seth does a lot and I end up being very lazy when he's around because he'll take up my slack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: left;"&gt;It's good and bad. Good because, really, doesn't everyone want a husband who is selfless and always willing to help? And bad because I can get away with being very selfish with my time if I'm not careful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: left;"&gt;All this to make this point:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: left;"&gt;I LOVE MY HUSBAND. I'm so glad I walked into that bookstore and saw his tassel shoes and heard that he was in a band and headed out in an ice storm to see him play (in a metal band. who would have thought with those shoes??). Because that was the beginning of this wonderful thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/45/10D76AAD2FC18FD5FA2EF3083BAE4210.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-1501584607559243172?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1501584607559243172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=1501584607559243172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/1501584607559243172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/1501584607559243172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/11/things-im-thankful-for-in-no-particular_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MmTK07E6oRE/TsmoJ7NeQVI/AAAAAAAABbc/FTU2BlP_YPw/s72-c/IMG_9643.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-6205763228405172902</id><published>2011-11-19T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T06:15:04.228-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ashlynn'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Things I'm thankful for (in no particular order):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#1. My family&lt;/b&gt;. Wonderful, giving husband and perfect, beautiful children!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#2. A warm and cozy house&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to raise my children in. It's 41 degrees here today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#3. My sister&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(AKA my built in babysitter). Seriously, how do women function without a sister? My kids count her as their second mom and she can step right in and parent them in (almost) exactly the same way that I do. I seriously need to get Ashlynn a sister (to grow up in the same house with her - many of you know that she has a biological half sister that is seven months old), one way or another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#4. Coffee.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yum, especially on a 35 degree morning. I made pumpkin spice lattes this morning for Seth since it's his last morning here until December 17!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#5. Seth's job.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Even though he left this morning for six weeks I am thankful that he has a steady income with good benefits.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#6. Sunday mornings.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;They are much more relaxing when Seth is home (he lets me sleep in and then lounge on the couch with coffee), but they are good nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#7. Good sleepers.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;My kids are all (pretty much) good sleepers. Oliver has put himself to sleep since he was a newborn - he just wants to be in his sleep sack holding his softie with his lullaby machine playing! If he's ready for nap/bed time he will go to sleep without a sound. The older two go to bed between seven and eight (they are still learning how to calm down at bedtime but they are only two and three in bunk beds in the same room) and sleep all night. Ashlynn sometimes wakes up and comes in our bed. Emery never does. Of course, lately they have all been sick and that changes things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#8. Jesus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;This should obviously be at the top of the list, but I haven't been thinking in order. Mostly just what is on my mind at the moment. I am so grateful for the grave price that Jesus paid for my sin so that I can spend eternity in heaven with Him. (He died for you, too, by the way!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#9. Grace.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Because I need more grace than I had thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#10. Our health.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;We have been blessed with only minor issues in the years of our marriage. Our kids are relatively healthy, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#11. My van.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;It sure is nice to have a reliable vehicle that fits all of my kids and stuff comfortably!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#12. Freedom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Yeah, I know this should have been yesterday's, but all of the posts on facebook throughout the day reminded me how thankful that I am that an honorable few pledge their lives so that I can be free. Thank you to all that have and do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#13. The Whole Food Coop.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I do most of our grocery shopping there and am so thankful to have a place to get healthy foods to feed my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#14. My camera and the ability to preserve these moments.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am so thankful that I can keep our memories safe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#15. Medicine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I am so thankful that we have so many things available to us to help our bodies get back to healthy - specifically antibiotics&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;which we have needed several times over the course of our lives (and my children have needed a round or two, including some seriously strong ones for Emery's staph infection).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#16. My grandparents.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I have two grandmas still alive and today is my Grandma Vicki's 93rd birthday! What a blessing the older generations are and I am so thankful for the memories I have and am still making with my grandparents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#17. Friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;It's wonderful to have people to share life's ups and downs with!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#18. The internet.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Seriously, what did moms do without it? I suppose they just got together and visited with other moms to talk about their concerns or to share tips. Which actually sounds really nice. But it is really convenient to have all that info at my fingertips!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#19. My daughter's birth mom.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thank you for giving me the greatest gift you could give.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BG7VhvhkbMQ/Tse2zYswBCI/AAAAAAAABas/BQCM1qEfago/s1600/ashley+nicole+017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BG7VhvhkbMQ/Tse2zYswBCI/AAAAAAAABas/BQCM1qEfago/s640/ashley+nicole+017.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashlynn, four days old!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--jqbXHvcR7Q/Tse22TWJFHI/AAAAAAAABa0/6SBLkktdKrc/s1600/feb+26+049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--jqbXHvcR7Q/Tse22TWJFHI/AAAAAAAABa0/6SBLkktdKrc/s640/feb+26+049.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big sister at eleven and a half months old!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XAlPKdh3oY/Tse3DdAxJ4I/AAAAAAAABbE/wgQE1YHz_oA/s1600/P1100377.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XAlPKdh3oY/Tse3DdAxJ4I/AAAAAAAABbE/wgQE1YHz_oA/s640/P1100377.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Almost two at the beach in Florida during our Disneyworld trip!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8JqLNka1l78/Tse3MQRyYRI/AAAAAAAABbM/IDw7zwe2Qzg/s1600/IMG_8540.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8JqLNka1l78/Tse3MQRyYRI/AAAAAAAABbM/IDw7zwe2Qzg/s640/IMG_8540.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Third birthday party!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, how I love this girl. It hasn't always been an easy journey but from the day they called me about a newborn baby girl to this very moment I am &lt;i&gt;so happy&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to be her mama. She blesses me every. single. day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/45/10D76AAD2FC18FD5FA2EF3083BAE4210.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-6205763228405172902?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6205763228405172902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=6205763228405172902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/6205763228405172902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/6205763228405172902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/11/things-im-thankful-for-in-no-particular_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BG7VhvhkbMQ/Tse2zYswBCI/AAAAAAAABas/BQCM1qEfago/s72-c/ashley+nicole+017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-3702200821305000216</id><published>2011-11-18T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T06:47:42.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randoms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Things I'm thankful for (in no particular order):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#1. My family&lt;/b&gt;. Wonderful, giving husband and perfect, beautiful children!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#2. A warm and cozy house&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to raise my children in. It's 41 degrees here today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#3. My sister&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(AKA my built in babysitter). Seriously, how do women function without a sister? My kids count her as their second mom and she can step right in and parent them in (almost) exactly the same way that I do. I seriously need to get Ashlynn a sister (to grow up in the same house with her - many of you know that she has a biological half sister that is seven months old), one way or another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#4. Coffee.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yum, especially on a 35 degree morning. I made pumpkin spice lattes this morning for Seth since it's his last morning here until December 17!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#5. Seth's job.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Even though he left this morning for six weeks I am thankful that he has a steady income with good benefits.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#6. Sunday mornings.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;They are much more relaxing when Seth is home (he lets me sleep in and then lounge on the couch with coffee), but they are good nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#7. Good sleepers.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;My kids are all (pretty much) good sleepers. Oliver has put himself to sleep since he was a newborn - he just wants to be in his sleep sack holding his softie with his lullaby machine playing! If he's ready for nap/bed time he will go to sleep without a sound. The older two go to bed between seven and eight (they are still learning how to calm down at bedtime but they are only two and three in bunk beds in the same room) and sleep all night. Ashlynn sometimes wakes up and comes in our bed. Emery never does. Of course, lately they have all been sick and that changes things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#8. Jesus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;This should obviously be at the top of the list, but I haven't been thinking in order. Mostly just what is on my mind at the moment. I am so grateful for the grave price that Jesus paid for my sin so that I can spend eternity in heaven with Him. (He died for you, too, by the way!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#9. Grace.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Because I need more grace than I had thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#10. Our health.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;We have been blessed with only minor issues in the years of our marriage. Our kids are relatively healthy, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#11. My van.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;It sure is nice to have a reliable vehicle that fits all of my kids and stuff comfortably!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#12. Freedom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Yeah, I know this should have been yesterday's, but all of the posts on facebook throughout the day reminded me how thankful that I am that an honorable few pledge their lives so that I can be free. Thank you to all that have and do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#13. The Whole Food Coop.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I do most of our grocery shopping there and am so thankful to have a place to get healthy foods to feed my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#14. My camera and the ability to preserve these moments.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am so thankful that I can keep our memories safe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#15. Medicine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I am so thankful that we have so many things available to us to help our bodies get back to healthy - specifically antibiotics&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;which we have needed several times over the course of our lives (and my children have needed a round or two, including some seriously strong ones for Emery's staph infection).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#16. My grandparents.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I have two grandmas still alive and today is my Grandma Vicki's 93rd birthday! What a blessing the older generations are and I am so thankful for the memories I have and am still making with my grandparents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#17. Friends.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;It's wonderful to have people to share life's ups and downs with!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#18. The internet.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Seriously, what did moms do without it? I suppose they just got together and visited with other moms to talk about their concerns or to share tips. Which actually sounds really nice. But it is really convenient to have all that info at my fingertips!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Two things today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;One. I colored a gal's hair last night and it was so fun! I haven't messed around with color in quite a while and it felt good. Her hair turned out great, too, which is always a plus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Two. I made &lt;a href="http://www.evilshenanigans.com/2009/03/stove-top-macaroni-and-cheese/"&gt;this macaroni and cheese recipe&lt;/a&gt; for supper last night. Never using the box again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Off to bring dinner to a family with a new baby boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/45/10D76AAD2FC18FD5FA2EF3083BAE4210.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-3702200821305000216?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3702200821305000216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=3702200821305000216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/3702200821305000216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/3702200821305000216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/11/randoms.html' title='Randoms'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-1413097365815536752</id><published>2011-11-17T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T07:04:59.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Things I'm thankful for (in no particular order):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#1. My family&lt;/b&gt;. Wonderful, giving husband and perfect, beautiful children!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#2. A warm and cozy house&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to raise my children in. It's 41 degrees here today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#3. My sister&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(AKA my built in babysitter). Seriously, how do women function without a sister? My kids count her as their second mom and she can step right in and parent them in (almost) exactly the same way that I do. I seriously need to get Ashlynn a sister (to grow up in the same house with her - many of you know that she has a biological half sister that is seven months old), one way or another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#4. Coffee.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yum, especially on a 35 degree morning. I made pumpkin spice lattes this morning for Seth since it's his last morning here until December 17!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#5. Seth's job.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Even though he left this morning for six weeks I am thankful that he has a steady income with good benefits.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#6. Sunday mornings.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;They are much more relaxing when Seth is home (he lets me sleep in and then lounge on the couch with coffee), but they are good nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#7. Good sleepers.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;My kids are all (pretty much) good sleepers. Oliver has put himself to sleep since he was a newborn - he just wants to be in his sleep sack holding his softie with his lullaby machine playing! If he's ready for nap/bed time he will go to sleep without a sound. The older two go to bed between seven and eight (they are still learning how to calm down at bedtime but they are only two and three in bunk beds in the same room) and sleep all night. Ashlynn sometimes wakes up and comes in our bed. Emery never does. Of course, lately they have all been sick and that changes things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#8. Jesus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;This should obviously be at the top of the list, but I haven't been thinking in order. Mostly just what is on my mind at the moment. I am so grateful for the grave price that Jesus paid for my sin so that I can spend eternity in heaven with Him. (He died for you, too, by the way!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#9. Grace.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Because I need more grace than I had thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#10. Our health.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;We have been blessed with only minor issues in the years of our marriage. Our kids are relatively healthy, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#11. My van.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;It sure is nice to have a reliable vehicle that fits all of my kids and stuff comfortably!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#12. Freedom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Yeah, I know this should have been yesterday's, but all of the posts on facebook throughout the day reminded me how thankful that I am that an honorable few pledge their lives so that I can be free. Thank you to all that have and do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#13. The Whole Food Coop.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I do most of our grocery shopping there and am so thankful to have a place to get healthy foods to feed my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#14. My camera and the ability to preserve these moments.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am so thankful that I can keep our memories safe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#15. Medicine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I am so thankful that we have so many things available to us to help our bodies get back to healthy - specifically antibiotics&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;which we have needed several times over the course of our lives (and my children have needed a round or two, including some seriously strong ones for Emery's staph infection).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#16. My grandparents.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I have two grandmas still alive and today is my Grandma Vicki's 93rd birthday! What a blessing the older generations are and I am so thankful for the memories I have and am still making with my grandparents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#17. Friends. &lt;/b&gt;It's wonderful to have people to share life's ups and downs with!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;So, my boys are sick. Actually, they seem quite well but were at the doctor for a little rash on Emery's face and she found bright red eardrums and throats on both of them! I knew Emery had an ear infection as there was gunk in his ear last week but I usually don't treat them unless they persist. Still red a week later is just cause for antibiotics in my book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;The last two days I've noticed Oliver has been pulling at his ear and has some scratches inside, but he is cutting a tooth so I wasn't sure if it was teething pain or an ear infection. His eardrums are red but I'm still not positive as teething can cause red ears as well, but he did have some gunky looking ears the other day so that's enough evidence for me to put him on antibiotics to clear things up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;I get a little nervous with this stuff, though. Last time Seth was in India (two years ago) Emery got his first ear infection that required antibiotics at eight months old. The amoxicillin didn't work (or it was a viral infection, I'll never know) so we tried a round of azithromycin. Which he is allergic to. Here's what he looked like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vUKTRK5GDGk/TsUgnsORKhI/AAAAAAAABaU/ND6uStszEdw/s1600/P1070951.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vUKTRK5GDGk/TsUgnsORKhI/AAAAAAAABaU/ND6uStszEdw/s640/P1070951.JPG" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emery's allergic reaction to an antibiotic two years ago!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;So, I am a little nervous about this. Seth is gone again and we have ear infections that need treatment again. They are both on amoxicillin which Emery has been on a few times before and tolerates. Oliver has never been on it so I am nervous about him. He had one dose last night and just woke up so I will give him his second dose now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Pray for my boys. And me. Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/45/10D76AAD2FC18FD5FA2EF3083BAE4210.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-1413097365815536752?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1413097365815536752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=1413097365815536752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/1413097365815536752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/1413097365815536752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/11/things-im-thankful-for-in-no-particular_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vUKTRK5GDGk/TsUgnsORKhI/AAAAAAAABaU/ND6uStszEdw/s72-c/P1070951.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-8721794981864721865</id><published>2011-11-16T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T11:31:27.186-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday (well, besides my thankful list!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Things I'm thankful for (in no particular order):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#1. My family&lt;/b&gt;. Wonderful, giving husband and perfect, beautiful children!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#2. A warm and cozy house&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to raise my children in. It's 41 degrees here today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#3. My sister&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(AKA my built in babysitter). Seriously, how do women function without a sister? My kids count her as their second mom and she can step right in and parent them in (almost) exactly the same way that I do. I seriously need to get Ashlynn a sister (to grow up in the same house with her - many of you know that she has a biological half sister that is seven months old), one way or another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#4. Coffee.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yum, especially on a 35 degree morning. I made pumpkin spice lattes this morning for Seth since it's his last morning here until December 17!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#5. Seth's job.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Even though he left this morning for six weeks I am thankful that he has a steady income with good benefits.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#6. Sunday mornings.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;They are much more relaxing when Seth is home (he lets me sleep in and then lounge on the couch with coffee), but they are good nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#7. Good sleepers.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;My kids are all (pretty much) good sleepers. Oliver has put himself to sleep since he was a newborn - he just wants to be in his sleep sack holding his softie with his lullaby machine playing! If he's ready for nap/bed time he will go to sleep without a sound. The older two go to bed between seven and eight (they are still learning how to calm down at bedtime but they are only two and three in bunk beds in the same room) and sleep all night. Ashlynn sometimes wakes up and comes in our bed. Emery never does. Of course, lately they have all been sick and that changes things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#8. Jesus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;This should obviously be at the top of the list, but I haven't been thinking in order. Mostly just what is on my mind at the moment. I am so grateful for the grave price that Jesus paid for my sin so that I can spend eternity in heaven with Him. (He died for you, too, by the way!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#9. Grace.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Because I need more grace than I had thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#10. Our health.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;We have been blessed with only minor issues in the years of our marriage. Our kids are relatively healthy, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#11. My van.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;It sure is nice to have a reliable vehicle that fits all of my kids and stuff comfortably!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#12. Freedom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Yeah, I know this should have been yesterday's, but all of the posts on facebook throughout the day reminded me how thankful that I am that an honorable few pledge their lives so that I can be free. Thank you to all that have and do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#13. The Whole Food Coop.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I do most of our grocery shopping there and am so thankful to have a place to get healthy foods to feed my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#14. My camera and the ability to preserve these moments.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am so thankful that I can keep our memories safe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#15. Medicine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I am so thankful that we have so many things available to us to help our bodies get back to healthy - specifically antibiotics&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;which we have needed several times over the course of our lives (and my children have needed a round or two, including some seriously strong ones for Emery's staph infection).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#16. My grandparents. &lt;/b&gt;I have two grandmas still alive and today is my Grandma Vicki's 93rd birthday! What a blessing the older generations are and I am so thankful for the memories I have and am still making with my grandparents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UO5WdrM_VNk/TsQPNktzf2I/AAAAAAAABaM/XUoUdI690Gs/s1600/Photo+on+2011-11-14+at+17.44+%25232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UO5WdrM_VNk/TsQPNktzf2I/AAAAAAAABaM/XUoUdI690Gs/s640/Photo+on+2011-11-14+at+17.44+%25232.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;All dressed up for the Vikings!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/45/10D76AAD2FC18FD5FA2EF3083BAE4210.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-8721794981864721865?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8721794981864721865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=8721794981864721865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/8721794981864721865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/8721794981864721865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/11/wordless-wednesday-well-besides-my.html' title='Wordless Wednesday (well, besides my thankful list!)'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UO5WdrM_VNk/TsQPNktzf2I/AAAAAAAABaM/XUoUdI690Gs/s72-c/Photo+on+2011-11-14+at+17.44+%25232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-7491453475818730449</id><published>2011-11-15T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T07:30:08.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipe links</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Things I'm thankful for (in no particular order):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#1. My family&lt;/b&gt;. Wonderful, giving husband and perfect, beautiful children!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#2. A warm and cozy house&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to raise my children in. It's 41 degrees here today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#3. My sister&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(AKA my built in babysitter). Seriously, how do women function without a sister? My kids count her as their second mom and she can step right in and parent them in (almost) exactly the same way that I do. I seriously need to get Ashlynn a sister (to grow up in the same house with her - many of you know that she has a biological half sister that is seven months old), one way or another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#4. Coffee.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yum, especially on a 35 degree morning. I made pumpkin spice lattes this morning for Seth since it's his last morning here until December 17!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#5. Seth's job.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Even though he left this morning for six weeks I am thankful that he has a steady income with good benefits.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#6. Sunday mornings.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;They are much more relaxing when Seth is home (he lets me sleep in and then lounge on the couch with coffee), but they are good nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#7. Good sleepers.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;My kids are all (pretty much) good sleepers. Oliver has put himself to sleep since he was a newborn - he just wants to be in his sleep sack holding his softie with his lullaby machine playing! If he's ready for nap/bed time he will go to sleep without a sound. The older two go to bed between seven and eight (they are still learning how to calm down at bedtime but they are only two and three in bunk beds in the same room) and sleep all night. Ashlynn sometimes wakes up and comes in our bed. Emery never does. Of course, lately they have all been sick and that changes things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#8. Jesus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;This should obviously be at the top of the list, but I haven't been thinking in order. Mostly just what is on my mind at the moment. I am so grateful for the grave price that Jesus paid for my sin so that I can spend eternity in heaven with Him. (He died for you, too, by the way!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#9. Grace.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Because I need more grace than I had thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#10. Our health.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;We have been blessed with only minor issues in the years of our marriage. Our kids are relatively healthy, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#11. My van.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;It sure is nice to have a reliable vehicle that fits all of my kids and stuff comfortably!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#12. Freedom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Yeah, I know this should have been yesterday's, but all of the posts on facebook throughout the day reminded me how thankful that I am that an honorable few pledge their lives so that I can be free. Thank you to all that have and do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#13. The Whole Food Coop.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I do most of our grocery shopping there and am so thankful to have a place to get healthy foods to feed my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#14. My camera and the ability to preserve these moments.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am so thankful that I can keep our memories safe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#15. Medicine. &lt;/b&gt;I am so thankful that we have so many things available to us to help our bodies get back to healthy - specifically antibiotics&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;which we have needed several times over the course of our lives (and my children have needed a round or two, including some seriously strong ones for Emery's staph infection).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hYd5r5YBKHc/TsJ0669eVJI/AAAAAAAABaE/FAkISKF--Bo/s1600/IMG_1318.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hYd5r5YBKHc/TsJ0669eVJI/AAAAAAAABaE/FAkISKF--Bo/s640/IMG_1318.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and my big girl enjoying lunch together while the boys slept!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't have too much to say today, but I wanted to share a few recipes that I've pinned and actually made while Seth has been gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gimmesomeoven.com/honey-beer-bread/"&gt;Honey Beer Bread&lt;/a&gt;. Yum. I had to go out and buy beer from the gas station for this one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://comfyinthekitchen.com/2011/11/chicken-fried-rice/"&gt;Chicken Fried Rice&lt;/a&gt;. My kids gobbled it up. I kept the leftovers in the fridge and just scooped some out, put it in a bowl, sprinkled it with a bit of water, and microwaved for thirty to forty seconds. We ate it for a few days that way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Potato-Cheese-Soup/Detail.aspx"&gt;Potato Soup&lt;/a&gt;. Hearty and good. Kids loved it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://budgetbytes.blogspot.com/2011/09/baked-pumpkin-pie-oatmeal-277-recipe.html"&gt;Baked Pumpkin Pie Oatmeal&lt;/a&gt;. I don't even like oatmeal, but this was great. Again, my kids (especially Emery loved it and it kept in the fridge for a week.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;And, lastly, &lt;a href="http://budgetbytes.blogspot.com/2011/07/taco-chicken-bowls-1066-recipe-133.html"&gt;Taco Chicken Bowls&lt;/a&gt;. I posted this on facebook the other day and already had one friend make it (and love it) and another copied it to try this week. Made in the crockpot and definitely a keeper!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Now I'm hungry again. Have a great day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/45/10D76AAD2FC18FD5FA2EF3083BAE4210.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-7491453475818730449?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7491453475818730449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=7491453475818730449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/7491453475818730449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/7491453475818730449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/11/things-im-thankful-for-in-no-particular_15.html' title='Recipe links'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hYd5r5YBKHc/TsJ0669eVJI/AAAAAAAABaE/FAkISKF--Bo/s72-c/IMG_1318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-7941740467948512693</id><published>2011-11-14T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T05:51:06.241-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Just another day at the office.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Things I'm thankful for (in no particular order):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#1. My family&lt;/b&gt;. Wonderful, giving husband and perfect, beautiful children!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#2. A warm and cozy house&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to raise my children in. It's 41 degrees here today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#3. My sister&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(AKA my built in babysitter). Seriously, how do women function without a sister? My kids count her as their second mom and she can step right in and parent them in (almost) exactly the same way that I do. I seriously need to get Ashlynn a sister (to grow up in the same house with her - many of you know that she has a biological half sister that is seven months old), one way or another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#4. Coffee.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yum, especially on a 35 degree morning. I made pumpkin spice lattes this morning for Seth since it's his last morning here until December 17!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#5. Seth's job.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Even though he left this morning for six weeks I am thankful that he has a steady income with good benefits.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#6. Sunday mornings.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;They are much more relaxing when Seth is home (he lets me sleep in and then lounge on the couch with coffee), but they are good nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#7. Good sleepers.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;My kids are all (pretty much) good sleepers. Oliver has put himself to sleep since he was a newborn - he just wants to be in his sleep sack holding his softie with his lullaby machine playing! If he's ready for nap/bed time he will go to sleep without a sound. The older two go to bed between seven and eight (they are still learning how to calm down at bedtime but they are only two and three in bunk beds in the same room) and sleep all night. Ashlynn sometimes wakes up and comes in our bed. Emery never does. Of course, lately they have all been sick and that changes things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#8. Jesus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;This should obviously be at the top of the list, but I haven't been thinking in order. Mostly just what is on my mind at the moment. I am so grateful for the grave price that Jesus paid for my sin so that I can spend eternity in heaven with Him. (He died for you, too, by the way!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#9. Grace.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Because I need more grace than I had thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#10. Our health.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;We have been blessed with only minor issues in the years of our marriage. Our kids are relatively healthy, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#11. My van.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;It sure is nice to have a reliable vehicle that fits all of my kids and stuff comfortably!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#12. Freedom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Yeah, I know this should have been yesterday's, but all of the posts on facebook throughout the day reminded me how thankful that I am that an honorable few pledge their lives so that I can be free. Thank you to all that have and do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#13. The Whole Food Coop.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;I do most of our grocery shopping there and am so thankful to have a place to get healthy foods to feed my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#14. My camera and the ability to preserve these moments.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am so thankful that I can keep our memories safe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2AnaNs8HGDM/TsEcMjVu5fI/AAAAAAAABZs/xpbUONhQvUE/s1600/IMG_1371.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2AnaNs8HGDM/TsEcMjVu5fI/AAAAAAAABZs/xpbUONhQvUE/s640/IMG_1371.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;The breakfast table this morning (normally we have a no toys allowed rule, but breakfast is sometimes a little more relaxed!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Gotta go skype with Seth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/45/10D76AAD2FC18FD5FA2EF3083BAE4210.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-7941740467948512693?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7941740467948512693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=7941740467948512693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/7941740467948512693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/7941740467948512693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/11/just-another-day-at-office.html' title='Just another day at the office.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2AnaNs8HGDM/TsEcMjVu5fI/AAAAAAAABZs/xpbUONhQvUE/s72-c/IMG_1371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-2670888494507432626</id><published>2011-11-13T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T05:39:12.577-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids crafts'/><title type='text'>Christmas Project #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Things I'm thankful for (in no particular order):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#1. My family&lt;/b&gt;. Wonderful, giving husband and perfect, beautiful children!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#2. A warm and cozy house&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to raise my children in. It's 41 degrees here today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#3. My sister&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(AKA my built in babysitter). Seriously, how do women function without a sister? My kids count her as their second mom and she can step right in and parent them in (almost) exactly the same way that I do. I seriously need to get Ashlynn a sister (to grow up in the same house with her - many of you know that she has a biological half sister that is seven months old), one way or another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#4. Coffee.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yum, especially on a 35 degree morning. I made pumpkin spice lattes this morning for Seth since it's his last morning here until December 17!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#5. Seth's job.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Even though he left this morning for six weeks I am thankful that he has a steady income with good benefits.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#6. Sunday mornings.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;They are much more relaxing when Seth is home (he lets me sleep in and then lounge on the couch with coffee), but they are good nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#7. Good sleepers.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;My kids are all (pretty much) good sleepers. Oliver has put himself to sleep since he was a newborn - he just wants to be in his sleep sack holding his softie with his lullaby machine playing! If he's ready for nap/bed time he will go to sleep without a sound. The older two go to bed between seven and eight (they are still learning how to calm down at bedtime but they are only two and three in bunk beds in the same room) and sleep all night. Ashlynn sometimes wakes up and comes in our bed. Emery never does. Of course, lately they have all been sick and that changes things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#8. Jesus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;This should obviously be at the top of the list, but I haven't been thinking in order. Mostly just what is on my mind at the moment. I am so grateful for the grave price that Jesus paid for my sin so that I can spend eternity in heaven with Him. (He died for you, too, by the way!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#9. Grace.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Because I need more grace than I had thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#10. Our health.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;We have been blessed with only minor issues in the years of our marriage. Our kids are relatively healthy, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#11. My van.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;It sure is nice to have a reliable vehicle that fits all of my kids and stuff comfortably!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#12. Freedom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Yeah, I know this should have been yesterday's, but all of the posts on facebook throughout the day reminded me how thankful that I am that an honorable few pledge their lives so that I can be free. Thank you to all that have and do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#13. The Whole Food Coop. &lt;/b&gt;I do most of our grocery shopping there and am so thankful to have a place to get healthy foods to feed my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;The kids and I picked up two packages of mini ornaments at Target last week and I told them we were going to do a project with them. They asked me about it every day until we finally did it. It was actually quite fun since I got everything ready during nap time and we could just get started right when they got up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;We are definitely going to do more projects in the coming weeks. I think we may try our hands at salt dough ornaments this afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Here is a picture of our finished "project" (that's what the kids keep calling them). For more detailed instructions, head over to my (new!) crafty blog &lt;a href="http://wannabecraftymn.blogspot.com/2011/11/our-first-holiday-project.html"&gt;Wannabe Crafty&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yWdtUPnqByY/Tr_IKaC-ZwI/AAAAAAAABZk/kSos1LxcKTo/s1600/IMG_1338.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yWdtUPnqByY/Tr_IKaC-ZwI/AAAAAAAABZk/kSos1LxcKTo/s640/IMG_1338.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/45/10D76AAD2FC18FD5FA2EF3083BAE4210.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-2670888494507432626?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2670888494507432626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=2670888494507432626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/2670888494507432626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/2670888494507432626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/11/christmas-project-1.html' title='Christmas Project #1'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yWdtUPnqByY/Tr_IKaC-ZwI/AAAAAAAABZk/kSos1LxcKTo/s72-c/IMG_1338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-6822773045609732847</id><published>2011-11-12T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T06:14:38.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My feet are so happy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Things I'm thankful for (in no particular order):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#1. My family&lt;/b&gt;. Wonderful, giving husband and perfect, beautiful children!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#2. A warm and cozy house&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to raise my children in. It's 41 degrees here today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#3. My sister&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(AKA my built in babysitter). Seriously, how do women function without a sister? My kids count her as their second mom and she can step right in and parent them in (almost) exactly the same way that I do. I seriously need to get Ashlynn a sister (to grow up in the same house with her - many of you know that she has a biological half sister that is seven months old), one way or another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#4. Coffee.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yum, especially on a 35 degree morning. I made pumpkin spice lattes this morning for Seth since it's his last morning here until December 17!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#5. Seth's job.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Even though he left this morning for six weeks I am thankful that he has a steady income with good benefits.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#6. Sunday mornings.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;They are much more relaxing when Seth is home (he lets me sleep in and then lounge on the couch with coffee), but they are good nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#7. Good sleepers.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;My kids are all (pretty much) good sleepers. Oliver has put himself to sleep since he was a newborn - he just wants to be in his sleep sack holding his softie with his lullaby machine playing! If he's ready for nap/bed time he will go to sleep without a sound. The older two go to bed between seven and eight (they are still learning how to calm down at bedtime but they are only two and three in bunk beds in the same room) and sleep all night. Ashlynn sometimes wakes up and comes in our bed. Emery never does. Of course, lately they have all been sick and that changes things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#8. Jesus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;This should obviously be at the top of the list, but I haven't been thinking in order. Mostly just what is on my mind at the moment. I am so grateful for the grave price that Jesus paid for my sin so that I can spend eternity in heaven with Him. (He died for you, too, by the way!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#9. Grace.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Because I need more grace than I had thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#10. Our health.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;We have been blessed with only minor issues in the years of our marriage. Our kids are relatively healthy, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#11. My van.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;It sure is nice to have a reliable vehicle that fits all of my kids and stuff comfortably!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#12. Freedom. &lt;/b&gt;Yeah, I know this should have been yesterday's, but all of the posts on facebook throughout the day reminded me how thankful that I am that an honorable few pledge their lives so that I can be free. Thank you to all that have and do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday my mom watched my kids and my sister's kids (that's five kids three and under, two of whom are infants) for close to an hour while we went to Saver's to check out their 50% off sale in honor of Veteran's Day. Thanks, Mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;My sister was rushing me (of course, her two week old baby was at home so she had a smaller window of opportunity) so I couldn't peruse the store for hours like I usually do. I still found a few great deals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;First up is a pair of Skechers Twinkle Toe tennies for Ashlynn in the next size up. These are forty to fifty dollar shoes in the stores. I got her current pair at a garage sale for two bucks. They light up and she loves that about them. I don't think I could ever pay full price for a pair (well, maybe when she is school aged and gets one pair of "school shoes"), so I was happy to find the next size so that she can wear them next summer as well. &lt;b&gt;Price? $2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second is a cat food dish. Yesterday I was looking for my favorite little ramekins. Found them later downstairs with cat food and water in them. Nice. &lt;b&gt;Price? $.50&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly and the most exciting for me is a pair of Totes Isotoner Slippers, size 8 1/2 - 9. Seriously? I was just about to put this on my Christmas list after seeing them on a gift list for new moms over at &lt;a href="http://www.paisleyprintshoes.com/"&gt;Paisley Print Shoes&lt;/a&gt;. These slippers are like brand new and fit me like they were made for me. No more sliding around in my socks or freezing cold bare feet for me! &lt;b&gt;Price? $2.50&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KQ-27vX36Eg/Tr2F0T5nxaI/AAAAAAAABYY/KdLJ7i4wt2g/s1600/IMG_1358.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KQ-27vX36Eg/Tr2F0T5nxaI/AAAAAAAABYY/KdLJ7i4wt2g/s320/IMG_1358.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;COZY!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a few other things that are exciting to me but shall remain anonymous to you because I am going to take a nap now! Until tomorrow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/45/10D76AAD2FC18FD5FA2EF3083BAE4210.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-6822773045609732847?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6822773045609732847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=6822773045609732847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/6822773045609732847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/6822773045609732847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-feet-are-so-happy.html' title='My feet are so happy.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KQ-27vX36Eg/Tr2F0T5nxaI/AAAAAAAABYY/KdLJ7i4wt2g/s72-c/IMG_1358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-5404638427181723253</id><published>2011-11-11T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T06:29:18.647-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Things I'm thankful for (in no particular order):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#1. My family&lt;/b&gt;. Wonderful, giving husband and perfect, beautiful children!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#2. A warm and cozy house&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to raise my children in. It's 41 degrees here today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#3. My sister&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(AKA my built in babysitter). Seriously, how do women function without a sister? My kids count her as their second mom and she can step right in and parent them in (almost) exactly the same way that I do. I seriously need to get Ashlynn a sister (to grow up in the same house with her - many of you know that she has a biological half sister that is seven months old), one way or another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#4. Coffee.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yum, especially on a 35 degree morning. I made pumpkin spice lattes this morning for Seth since it's his last morning here until December 17!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#5. Seth's job.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Even though he left this morning for six weeks I am thankful that he has a steady income with good benefits.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#6. Sunday mornings.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;They are much more relaxing when Seth is home (he lets me sleep in and then lounge on the couch with coffee), but they are good nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#7. Good sleepers.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;My kids are all (pretty much) good sleepers. Oliver has put himself to sleep since he was a newborn - he just wants to be in his sleep sack holding his softie with his lullaby machine playing! If he's ready for nap/bed time he will go to sleep without a sound. The older two go to bed between seven and eight (they are still learning how to calm down at bedtime but they are only two and three in bunk beds in the same room) and sleep all night. Ashlynn sometimes wakes up and comes in our bed. Emery never does. Of course, lately they have all been sick and that changes things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#8. Jesus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;This should obviously be at the top of the list, but I haven't been thinking in order. Mostly just what is on my mind at the moment. I am so grateful for the grave price that Jesus paid for my sin so that I can spend eternity in heaven with Him. (He died for you, too, by the way!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#9. Grace.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Because I need more grace than I had thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#10. Our health.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;We have been blessed with only minor issues in the years of our marriage. Our kids are relatively healthy, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#11. 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font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;My first newborn photo shoot - what do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/45/10D76AAD2FC18FD5FA2EF3083BAE4210.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-5404638427181723253?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/5404638427181723253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=5404638427181723253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/5404638427181723253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/5404638427181723253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/11/things-im-thankful-for-in-no-particular.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BE1v32tS1BY/Tr0wRAW4szI/AAAAAAAABYA/P7MmkxgqogA/s72-c/masonnewborn14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-281883845766498948</id><published>2011-11-10T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T05:45:34.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Things I'm thankful for (in no particular order):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#1. My family&lt;/b&gt;. Wonderful, giving husband and perfect, beautiful children!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#2. A warm and cozy house&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to raise my children in. It's 41 degrees here today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#3. My sister&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(AKA my built in babysitter). Seriously, how do women function without a sister? My kids count her as their second mom and she can step right in and parent them in (almost) exactly the same way that I do. I seriously need to get Ashlynn a sister (to grow up in the same house with her - many of you know that she has a biological half sister that is seven months old), one way or another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#4. Coffee.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yum, especially on a 35 degree morning. I made pumpkin spice lattes this morning for Seth since it's his last morning here until December 17!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#5. Seth's job.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Even though he left this morning for six weeks I am thankful that he has a steady income with good benefits.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#6. Sunday mornings.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;They are much more relaxing when Seth is home (he lets me sleep in and then lounge on the couch with coffee), but they are good nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#7. Good sleepers.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;My kids are all (pretty much) good sleepers. Oliver has put himself to sleep since he was a newborn - he just wants to be in his sleep sack holding his softie with his lullaby machine playing! If he's ready for nap/bed time he will go to sleep without a sound. The older two go to bed between seven and eight (they are still learning how to calm down at bedtime but they are only two and three in bunk beds in the same room) and sleep all night. Ashlynn sometimes wakes up and comes in our bed. Emery never does. Of course, lately they have all been sick and that changes things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#8. Jesus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;This should obviously be at the top of the list, but I haven't been thinking in order. Mostly just what is on my mind at the moment. I am so grateful for the grave price that Jesus paid for my sin so that I can spend eternity in heaven with Him. (He died for you, too, by the way!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#9. Grace.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Because I need more grace than I had thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#10. Our health. &lt;/b&gt;We have been blessed with only minor issues in the years of our marriage. Our kids are relatively healthy, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;This past summer when Emery was in the &lt;a href="http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/07/emery-update.html"&gt;hospital&lt;/a&gt; with his staph infected finger I learned that my aunt was in the other hospital in town having cancer removed from her cheek. The surgery was a success and they did both chemo and radiation to be safe. I think that she is on the road to a full recovery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;A month or so ago when she was in her last week of treatment her husband had a lump on the roof of his mouth checked by the doctor, only to find that he, too, had cancer. In his mouth. What are the odds?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;He had surgery last week to remove the tumor and to biopsy it to find out if it was one of two types of cancers. A "good" one or a "bad" one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;I just learned that it's the bad one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Please pray for my uncle (my mom's brother) and his wife and their three children and seven grandchildren. They are a very close family and I'm sure this is just rocking their world. Please pray for my grandma, too. She is in her nineties now and I'm sure this is a lot to bear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;These are my first dealings with cancer in my extended families. What a rotten disease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/45/10D76AAD2FC18FD5FA2EF3083BAE4210.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-281883845766498948?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/281883845766498948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=281883845766498948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/281883845766498948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/281883845766498948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/11/cancer.html' title='Cancer'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-8596306615054326558</id><published>2011-11-09T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T08:14:22.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Things I'm thankful for (in no particular order):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#1. My family&lt;/b&gt;. Wonderful, giving husband and perfect, beautiful children!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#2. A warm and cozy house&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to raise my children in. It's 41 degrees here today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#3. My sister&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(AKA my built in babysitter). Seriously, how do women function without a sister? My kids count her as their second mom and she can step right in and parent them in (almost) exactly the same way that I do. I seriously need to get Ashlynn a sister (to grow up in the same house with her - many of you know that she has a biological half sister that is seven months old), one way or another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#4. Coffee.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yum, especially on a 35 degree morning. I made pumpkin spice lattes this morning for Seth since it's his last morning here until December 17!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#5. Seth's job.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Even though he left this morning for six weeks I am thankful that he has a steady income with good benefits.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#6. Sunday mornings.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;They are much more relaxing when Seth is home (he lets me sleep in and then lounge on the couch with coffee), but they are good nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#7. Good sleepers.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;My kids are all (pretty much) good sleepers. Oliver has put himself to sleep since he was a newborn - he just wants to be in his sleep sack holding his softie with his lullaby machine playing! If he's ready for nap/bed time he will go to sleep without a sound. The older two go to bed between seven and eight (they are still learning how to calm down at bedtime but they are only two and three in bunk beds in the same room) and sleep all night. Ashlynn sometimes wakes up and comes in our bed. Emery never does. Of course, lately they have all been sick and that changes things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#8. Jesus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;This should obviously be at the top of the list, but I haven't been thinking in order. Mostly just what is on my mind at the moment. I am so grateful for the grave price that Jesus paid for my sin so that I can spend eternity in heaven with Him. (He died for you, too, by the way!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#9. Grace.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Because I need more grace than I had thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Here is my question of the year: how can these little darlings whom I love so dearly get me worked up into a crazy woman panic every single day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;How can I love them so passionately yet spend more that half of the day wondering if we'll make it out alive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;I watch Emery playing with his raisins in the play kitchen and I think to myself that he is the sweetest boy there ever was. Then I remember that he just spent most of the last hour in the time out chair (a car seat that he get strapped into). He gets out and almost immediately pulls Ashlynn's hair and goes back in. And the cycle repeats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;All. Day. Long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, I love them more than life. Of that I am sure. But, wow. This is hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aVBnbW705GM/Trqj1eHXg7I/AAAAAAAABWo/ixVdQ7tKtak/s1600/P1070598.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aVBnbW705GM/Trqj1eHXg7I/AAAAAAAABWo/ixVdQ7tKtak/s640/P1070598.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ashlynn, Emery and I. Back before they could cause any trouble!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;If I listed the things they do in a day, you would think we're crazy around here. I only have five minutes to write this post right now (usually I do it before they are up or after they go to bed for the next day) because Ashlynn is watching a movie and Emery is playing with his snack. (I know. Real good parenting, but it is keeping him so amused. And I'm sure the little kitchen is clean...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;We were at my mom's house on Sunday afternoon and she couldn't believe how active they are. After a few hours she was exhausted from checking on them constantly, cleaning up their messes, fixing what they break, and stopping their fighting. I don't blame her. I'm exhausted, too, after a day of parenting them. Which is why I have no social life - I want to be in bed at 7:30 because I can't keep my eyes open anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Seth is gone and it's much harder to be by myself than I thought it would be. Don't get me wrong - we're doing just fine. The house is (somewhat) clean, the dishes are done, laundry is caught up, we are making our speech appointments. But by the end of the day, I am wiped out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9io76PPn-9I/Trqk1LJ-s-I/AAAAAAAABWw/LQSIKTYhz9M/s1600/IMG_0850.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9io76PPn-9I/Trqk1LJ-s-I/AAAAAAAABWw/LQSIKTYhz9M/s640/IMG_0850.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;When they have me riled up by 9am I know it's going to be a long day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;"I need more grace than I had thought."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bsECoeZYClc/Trqi6aNZVrI/AAAAAAAABWg/IlDi9IBT1co/s1600/IMG_1149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bsECoeZYClc/Trqi6aNZVrI/AAAAAAAABWg/IlDi9IBT1co/s640/IMG_1149.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emery lined up his trucks on the bed and asked me to take a picture. I just love him.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;I'll leave you with a little preview of the photo session I had with my newborn nephew yesterday. So precious! More photos to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_IM49DZS2cE/Trqk5JzPa5I/AAAAAAAABW4/XdIraZPM3zc/s1600/masonnewborn15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_IM49DZS2cE/Trqk5JzPa5I/AAAAAAAABW4/XdIraZPM3zc/s640/masonnewborn15.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/45/10D76AAD2FC18FD5FA2EF3083BAE4210.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-8596306615054326558?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8596306615054326558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=8596306615054326558&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/8596306615054326558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/8596306615054326558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/11/grace.html' title='Grace'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aVBnbW705GM/Trqj1eHXg7I/AAAAAAAABWo/ixVdQ7tKtak/s72-c/P1070598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-8673816783359679452</id><published>2011-11-08T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T05:23:24.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Things I'm thankful for (in no particular order):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#1. My family&lt;/b&gt;. Wonderful, giving husband and perfect, beautiful children!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#2. A warm and cozy house&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to raise my children in. It's 41 degrees here today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#3. My sister&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;(AKA my built in babysitter). Seriously, how do women function without a sister? My kids count her as their second mom and she can step right in and parent them in (almost) exactly the same way that I do. I seriously need to get Ashlynn a sister (to grow up in the same house with her - many of you know that she has a biological half sister that is seven months old), one way or another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#4. Coffee.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yum, especially on a 35 degree morning. I made pumpkin spice lattes this morning for Seth since it's his last morning here until December 17!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#5. Seth's job.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Even though he left this morning for six weeks I am thankful that he has a steady income with good benefits.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#6. Sunday mornings.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;They are much more relaxing when Seth is home (he lets me sleep in and then lounge on the couch with coffee), but they are good nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#7. Good sleepers.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;My kids are all (pretty much) good sleepers. Oliver has put himself to sleep since he was a newborn - he just wants to be in his sleep sack holding his softie with his lullaby machine playing! If he's ready for nap/bed time he will go to sleep without a sound. The older two go to bed between seven and eight (they are still learning how to calm down at bedtime but they are only two and three in bunk beds in the same room) and sleep all night. Ashlynn sometimes wakes up and comes in our bed. Emery never does. Of course, lately they have all been sick and that changes things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#8. Jesus. &lt;/b&gt;This should obviously be at the top of the list, but I haven't been thinking in order. Mostly just what is on my mind at the moment. I am so grateful for the grave price that Jesus paid for my sin so that I can spend eternity in heaven with Him. (He died for you, too, by the way!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My little sickie. It break my heart to see any of my kids sick, but it's really hard to have a sick baby. He's so miserable looking but still smiles at me and reaches for my face for a kiss! My sweet boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a0QjL-RG46A/TrkswTf8PmI/AAAAAAAABUk/-ynbzRVO7v8/s1600/Photo+on+2011-11-07+at+18.20+%25233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a0QjL-RG46A/TrkswTf8PmI/AAAAAAAABUk/-ynbzRVO7v8/s400/Photo+on+2011-11-07+at+18.20+%25233.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oliver in bed with me last night when he couldn't sleep.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YNWOnOWgnA0/Trksw8QxjMI/AAAAAAAABUs/sWXUSaBFwTE/s1600/Photo+on+2011-11-07+at+18.21+%25234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YNWOnOWgnA0/Trksw8QxjMI/AAAAAAAABUs/sWXUSaBFwTE/s400/Photo+on+2011-11-07+at+18.21+%25234.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poor guy can barely see out of his left eye with the gunk in it!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My older two had this goopy eye, snot nose, deep cough cold last week and seem to be on the mend now. I am thankful for that! I haven't been feeling well the last few days either but nothing like little Ollie. I'm hoping he feels better when he wakes up today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/45/10D76AAD2FC18FD5FA2EF3083BAE4210.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-8673816783359679452?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8673816783359679452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=8673816783359679452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/8673816783359679452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/8673816783359679452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/11/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a0QjL-RG46A/TrkswTf8PmI/AAAAAAAABUk/-ynbzRVO7v8/s72-c/Photo+on+2011-11-07+at+18.20+%25233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-2718603540842392123</id><published>2011-11-07T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T05:44:49.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon a Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Things I'm thankful for (in no particular order):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#1. My family&lt;/b&gt;. Wonderful, giving husband and perfect, beautiful children!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#2. A warm and cozy house&lt;/b&gt; to raise my children in. It's 41 degrees here today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#3. My sister&lt;/b&gt; (AKA my built in babysitter). Seriously, how do women function without a sister? My kids count her as their second mom and she can step right in and parent them in (almost) exactly the same way that I do. I seriously need to get Ashlynn a sister (to grow up in the same house with her - many of you know that she has a biological half sister that is seven months old), one way or another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;#4. Coffee.&lt;/b&gt; Yum, especially on a 35 degree morning. I made pumpkin spice lattes this morning for Seth since it's his last morning here until December 17!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#5. Seth's job.&lt;/b&gt; Even though he left this morning for six weeks I am thankful that he has a steady income with good benefits.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#6. Sunday mornings.&lt;/b&gt; They are much more relaxing when Seth is home (he lets me sleep in and then lounge on the couch with coffee), but they are good nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;#7. Good sleepers.&lt;/b&gt; My kids are all (pretty much) good sleepers. Oliver has put himself to sleep since he was a newborn - he just wants to be in his sleep sack holding his softie with his lullaby machine playing! If he's ready for nap/bed time he will go to sleep without a sound. The older two go to bed between seven and eight (they are still learning how to calm down at bedtime but they are only two and three in bunk beds in the same room) and sleep all night. Ashlynn sometimes wakes up and comes in our bed. Emery never does. Of course, lately they have all been sick and that changes things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;I was over at my parents house last night and my dad and I started watching the third episode of "Once Upon a Time." I liked it so much that I had to stop watching halfway through so I could go home and catch up on the first two episodes so I had a clue what was going on. I finished the pilot episode and am excited to watch the second one and then finish the third. One of the best things about this show is that it airs on Sunday evenings which is a perfect night for Seth and I to watch a show together. The rest of the week gets too busy with more important things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm not really big on recommending TV shows/movies because everyone has such different tastes and things they take offense to. That being said, I didn't notice too much vulgar language or humor in the first episode. More fairy tale type scariness (i.e. the Wicked Queen from Snow White).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pwRbA5k09lI/Trfgq7LJg8I/AAAAAAAABUc/RHxZT-obLGY/s1600/IMG_1101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pwRbA5k09lI/Trfgq7LJg8I/AAAAAAAABUc/RHxZT-obLGY/s320/IMG_1101.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our very own Snow White.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who have seen it, tell me, what do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/45/10D76AAD2FC18FD5FA2EF3083BAE4210.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-2718603540842392123?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2718603540842392123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=2718603540842392123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/2718603540842392123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/2718603540842392123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/11/once-upon-time.html' title='Once Upon a Time'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pwRbA5k09lI/Trfgq7LJg8I/AAAAAAAABUc/RHxZT-obLGY/s72-c/IMG_1101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-6667267278920702526</id><published>2011-11-06T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T05:54:45.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the kitchen sink</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Things I'm thankful for:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;#1. My family. Wonderful, giving husband and perfect, beautiful children!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;#2. A warm and cozy house to raise my children in. It's 41 degrees here today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;#3. My sister (AKA my built in babysitter). Seriously, how do women function without a sister? My kids count her as their second mom and she can step right in and parent them in (almost) exactly the same way that I do. I seriously need to get Ashlynn a sister (to grow up in the same house with her - many of you know that she has a biological half sister that is seven months old), one way or another!&lt;br /&gt;#4. Coffee. Yum, especially on a 35 degree morning. I made pumpkin spice lattes this morning for Seth since it's his last morning here until December 17!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;#5. Seth's job. Even though he left this morning for six weeks I am thankful that he has a steady income with good benefits.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;#6. Sunday mornings. They are much more relaxing when Seth is home (he lets me sleep in and then lounge on the couch with coffee), but they are good nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-phYSBuWnWwo/TraNspizrfI/AAAAAAAABUU/BvWwOupIF68/s1600/Photo+on+2011-11-06+at+07.33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-phYSBuWnWwo/TraNspizrfI/AAAAAAAABUU/BvWwOupIF68/s400/Photo+on+2011-11-06+at+07.33.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids woke up at 5:45 this morning. Thank you daylight saving time. Thankfully I went to bed at 8:30 (which was really 7:30) so I got plenty of sleep (well, when I wasn't up with Ollie, but he actually slept pretty well after about 12:45am).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was up so early with nothing to do I finally scrubbed my kitchen sink with bleach to get it white again. I used to do this a couple times a month (or more) but since moving back to our house things have been busy and I haven't settled into a regular cleaning schedule. My sink has been staring at me begging to be scuff free but it always seems to be filled with clean or dirty dishes. Well, this morning it was near empty so I finished putting clean dishes away and cleaned the sucker. I have an off whit cast iron sink so it looks nasty almost immediately. As soon as you put a pot in the sink it gets all scuffed up with black marks so it really needs to be scrubbed daily to look really good. But, really. Not gonna happen around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks so pretty right now, though. Hopefully it inspires me to get back on my weekly or biweekly scrubbing schedule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exciting life of a (temporarily) single stay at home mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/45/10D76AAD2FC18FD5FA2EF3083BAE4210.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-6667267278920702526?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6667267278920702526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=6667267278920702526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/6667267278920702526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/6667267278920702526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/11/kitchen-sink.html' title='the kitchen sink'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-phYSBuWnWwo/TraNspizrfI/AAAAAAAABUU/BvWwOupIF68/s72-c/Photo+on+2011-11-06+at+07.33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-1861082874890044904</id><published>2011-11-05T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T07:31:33.043-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Things I'm thankful for:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;#1. My family. Wonderful, giving husband and perfect, beautiful children!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;#2. A warm and cozy house to raise my children in. It's 41 degrees here today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;#3. My sister (AKA my built in babysitter). Seriously, how do women function without a sister? My kids count her as their second mom and she can step right in and parent them in (almost) exactly the same way that I do. I seriously need to get Ashlynn a sister (to grow up in the same house with her - many of you know that she has a biological half sister that is seven months old), one way or another!&lt;br /&gt;#4. Coffee. Yum, especially on a 35 degree morning. I made pumpkin spice lattes this morning for Seth since it's his last morning here until December 17!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;#5. Seth's job. Even though he left this morning for six weeks I am thankful that he has a steady income with good benefits.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r-HXxrh572w/TrVGq9o7A2I/AAAAAAAABT0/DseZ3pki6-g/s1600/IMG_1142.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r-HXxrh572w/TrVGq9o7A2I/AAAAAAAABT0/DseZ3pki6-g/s640/IMG_1142.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gxLrq1c2dBM/TrVIPGl0QxI/AAAAAAAABUM/tPn5kP5vUhI/s1600/IMG_1141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gxLrq1c2dBM/TrVIPGl0QxI/AAAAAAAABUM/tPn5kP5vUhI/s640/IMG_1141.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;Today we are just taking it easy. Donuts for breakfast, games in the morning and maybe a movie after nap time. Oliver is in a great mood and is easily occupied with his toys now that he is a confident sitter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B4hUqty-aRE/TrVGNDSOE2I/AAAAAAAABTc/HCnMDfSDTbM/s1600/IMG_1135.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B4hUqty-aRE/TrVGNDSOE2I/AAAAAAAABTc/HCnMDfSDTbM/s640/IMG_1135.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4QXdEzE16wo/TrVGXYbhONI/AAAAAAAABTk/WX9S_GNvZKk/s1600/IMG_1137.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4QXdEzE16wo/TrVGXYbhONI/AAAAAAAABTk/WX9S_GNvZKk/s640/IMG_1137.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;As soon as Emery woke up he asked for his daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashlynn said, "Daddy is on an airplane, Emery. He's going far away."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;"Oh," said Emery. And he proceeded to line up all of his trucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-98VppTtHsWU/TrVG1Axfl8I/AAAAAAAABT8/H2WLk09E9ow/s1600/IMG_1143.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-98VppTtHsWU/TrVG1Axfl8I/AAAAAAAABT8/H2WLk09E9ow/s640/IMG_1143.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8q3dg6O2-gI/TrVG-7ERw3I/AAAAAAAABUE/ScN8x_k6r_Y/s1600/IMG_1146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8q3dg6O2-gI/TrVG-7ERw3I/AAAAAAAABUE/ScN8x_k6r_Y/s640/IMG_1146.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/45/10D76AAD2FC18FD5FA2EF3083BAE4210.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-1861082874890044904?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1861082874890044904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=1861082874890044904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/1861082874890044904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/1861082874890044904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/11/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r-HXxrh572w/TrVGq9o7A2I/AAAAAAAABT0/DseZ3pki6-g/s72-c/IMG_1142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-2030081022366573136</id><published>2011-11-04T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T05:26:58.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px;"&gt;Things I'm thankful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;#1. My family. Wonderful, giving husband and perfect, beautiful children!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;#2. A warm and cozy house to raise my children in. It's 41 degrees here today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;#3. My sister (AKA my built in babysitter). Seriously, how do women function without a sister? My kids count her as their second mom and she can step right in and parent them in (almost) exactly the same way that I do. I seriously need to get Ashlynn a sister (to grow up in the same house with her - many of you know that she has a biological half sister that is seven months old), one way or another!&lt;br /&gt;#4. Coffee. Yum, especially on a 35 degree morning. I made pumpkin spice lattes this morning for Seth since it's his last morning here until December 17!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A couple of weeks ago we headed out to a local "pumpkin patch" for some fall fun. &amp;nbsp;It was pretty brisk outside but the kids didn't seem to mind. These pictures didn't turn out very well for some reason (maybe because I was so cold that I was just snapping in auto mode without paying much attention). The kids would rather be playing than posing at their ages now so this is what we get! It's harder than ever to get posed shots with three little ones three and under!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zRQUvd1XPjA/TrPTNhfPfeI/AAAAAAAABSM/OH4ruxB6UVk/s1600/IMG_0887.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zRQUvd1XPjA/TrPTNhfPfeI/AAAAAAAABSM/OH4ruxB6UVk/s640/IMG_0887.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7dcjn2MeYEU/TrPTZP_ZDZI/AAAAAAAABSU/zQWft4aeMOg/s1600/IMG_0895.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7dcjn2MeYEU/TrPTZP_ZDZI/AAAAAAAABSU/zQWft4aeMOg/s640/IMG_0895.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oliver's first pumpkin pictures!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cS9bqJUwKCc/TrPTp4-V-xI/AAAAAAAABSc/bPUoeLXJLwU/s1600/IMG_0896.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cS9bqJUwKCc/TrPTp4-V-xI/AAAAAAAABSc/bPUoeLXJLwU/s640/IMG_0896.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The lady that worked there snapped a shot of the whole family. Too bad it was so bright and windy!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e6LMYrIufn4/TrPTyNCKKbI/AAAAAAAABSk/9Y0TdbqUjnA/s1600/IMG_0915.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e6LMYrIufn4/TrPTyNCKKbI/AAAAAAAABSk/9Y0TdbqUjnA/s640/IMG_0915.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QwCAimwmAQA/TrPUERBmORI/AAAAAAAABS0/TbAvLM3c2DA/s1600/IMG_0945.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QwCAimwmAQA/TrPUERBmORI/AAAAAAAABS0/TbAvLM3c2DA/s640/IMG_0945.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They had a corn crib and the kids would have stayed in it all day, even with the cold temperatures. Ashlynn especially loved pouring a bucket of corn over her head and Emery liked to "swim" in it. What a cool thing for a kid to experience!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 6px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ORPYm6lEKAA/TrPT9ZmRiAI/AAAAAAAABSs/FBY8ES4o9Gs/s1600/IMG_0919.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ORPYm6lEKAA/TrPT9ZmRiAI/AAAAAAAABSs/FBY8ES4o9Gs/s640/IMG_0919.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Ollie watching the fun.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m061TskYFwE/TrPUOijUVCI/AAAAAAAABS8/qqOJrtiP22o/s1600/IMG_0966.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m061TskYFwE/TrPUOijUVCI/AAAAAAAABS8/qqOJrtiP22o/s640/IMG_0966.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wZVAtV-2OuM/TrPUYe8MUsI/AAAAAAAABTE/PiicohhVSDI/s1600/IMG_0975.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wZVAtV-2OuM/TrPUYe8MUsI/AAAAAAAABTE/PiicohhVSDI/s640/IMG_0975.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They had hay bales stacked up in a pile which was another fun idea. Ashlynn enjoyed playing peek-a-boo with me behind the top bale, but Emery (of course) wanted to jump. And jump he did! I kept waiting for them to wear out but to no avail. Like I said earlier, they would have stayed all day - freezing hands and noses or not!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nl4dUDHfqRU/TrPUiD76gCI/AAAAAAAABTM/T5o2H4Y7SKU/s1600/IMG_0982.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nl4dUDHfqRU/TrPUiD76gCI/AAAAAAAABTM/T5o2H4Y7SKU/s640/IMG_0982.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Emery loved these whitish ones.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wkzh3WtIRoU/TrPUwO8zJrI/AAAAAAAABTU/uO9hzIDkSpw/s1600/IMG_0987.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Wkzh3WtIRoU/TrPUwO8zJrI/AAAAAAAABTU/uO9hzIDkSpw/s640/IMG_0987.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;They each got to pick a little pumpkin to take home. I just baked them up yesterday and made pumpkin muffins last night. This morning we are having baked pumpkin pie oatmeal! Yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-2030081022366573136?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2030081022366573136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=2030081022366573136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/2030081022366573136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/2030081022366573136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/11/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zRQUvd1XPjA/TrPTNhfPfeI/AAAAAAAABSM/OH4ruxB6UVk/s72-c/IMG_0887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-8497989653447111714</id><published>2011-11-03T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T10:36:10.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oliver's Formal Portrait Session</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px;"&gt;Things I'm thankful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;#1. My family. Wonderful, giving husband and perfect, beautiful children!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;#2. A warm and cozy house to raise my children in. It's 41 degrees here today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: justify;"&gt;#3. My sister (AKA my built in babysitter). Seriously, how do women function without a sister? My kids count her as their second mom and she can step right in and parent them in (almost) exactly the same way that I do. I seriously need to get Ashlynn a sister (to grow up in the same house with her - many of you know that she has a biological half sister that is seven months old), one way or another!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px; text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We took Oliver to&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.lynnettesportraitdesign.com/"&gt;Lynnette's Portrait Design&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;this morning to have his formal portrait taken for our wall. We have a 16x20 of each of the kids at around seven months of age hanging on our walls and they are adorable. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't look at those portraits. My heart fills with joy to remember my sweet toddlers as bouncing babies. I can still remember each of their sessions and how enjoyable it was to capture their precious smiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ollie smiled the entire time we were there making it very easy to get some great shots! I am excited to go back next week to see the results - it's always hard to pick just one for the wall!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XzgcKdIWU1o/TrLQbIO3atI/AAAAAAAABSE/PvVslrYWtfk/s1600/IMG_0821.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XzgcKdIWU1o/TrLQbIO3atI/AAAAAAAABSE/PvVslrYWtfk/s640/IMG_0821.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I took their fall pictures - I'll post more from that shoot soon!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 23px; line-height: 34px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/45/10D76AAD2FC18FD5FA2EF3083BAE4210.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-8497989653447111714?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8497989653447111714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=8497989653447111714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/8497989653447111714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/8497989653447111714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/11/olivers-formal-portrait-session.html' title='Oliver&apos;s Formal Portrait Session'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XzgcKdIWU1o/TrLQbIO3atI/AAAAAAAABSE/PvVslrYWtfk/s72-c/IMG_0821.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-1917345795573581792</id><published>2011-11-02T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T10:51:13.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Things I'm thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1. My family. Wonderful, giving husband and perfect, beautiful children!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2. A warm and cozy house to raise my children in. It's 41 degrees here today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had quite a bit of Halloween fun this year. The kids wore three different costumes to the three events that we attended and they looked so cute in all of them! It was fun to come up with a theme for them (and their cousins on my side). We may have to do this every year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;First up was our small group. We meet on Friday nights and this year they had a costume contest. We dressed as the Incredibles since we have the perfect family structure - a girl and two boys, one being a baby. Emery was "Dash" - perfect character for him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UkqtcNzw7y8/TrF400mee-I/AAAAAAAABRk/AUT2V5aJts0/s1600/303278_10150350882709200_541884199_8390767_76246915_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="552" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UkqtcNzw7y8/TrF400mee-I/AAAAAAAABRk/AUT2V5aJts0/s640/303278_10150350882709200_541884199_8390767_76246915_n.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;On Saturday we went to a fall festival at a local church. The kids dressed up in costumes out of their dress up stash and Emery chose Lightning McQueen (big surprise) and Ashlynn chose Snow White (again, surprising). I got Emery's suit at Saver's a few weeks ago for five bucks and it even lights up and makes noise! What a bargain. He already had the hat - one of his favorites. Oliver wore Emery's monster costume from two years ago and it was fun to see another son in it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hWv7W6Dc-Ng/TrF48a5cg-I/AAAAAAAABRs/Gstmq_2HgLM/s1600/IMG_1088.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hWv7W6Dc-Ng/TrF48a5cg-I/AAAAAAAABRs/Gstmq_2HgLM/s640/IMG_1088.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Aa7S3G9q15A/TrF5EfK1aqI/AAAAAAAABR0/RZ-1CDZRbgE/s1600/IMG_1098.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Aa7S3G9q15A/TrF5EfK1aqI/AAAAAAAABR0/RZ-1CDZRbgE/s640/IMG_1098.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UMJF3iaz9rc/TrF5OcU2QoI/AAAAAAAABR8/sB3gMS2OBTY/s1600/IMG_1101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UMJF3iaz9rc/TrF5OcU2QoI/AAAAAAAABR8/sB3gMS2OBTY/s640/IMG_1101.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Halloween we went to a party at another church in town with my sister's family (including her four day old son, Mason). The kids dressed as the characters from Alice in Wonderland and looked so cute, especially Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-81o6LhV2Lcs/TrF40XwFkRI/AAAAAAAABRc/jGqW7FITvNo/s1600/IMG_1119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-81o6LhV2Lcs/TrF40XwFkRI/AAAAAAAABRc/jGqW7FITvNo/s640/IMG_1119.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TGHGw-hgbcg/TrF4nDV8c-I/AAAAAAAABRU/vMh6v70ew-I/s1600/IMG_1116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TGHGw-hgbcg/TrF4nDV8c-I/AAAAAAAABRU/vMh6v70ew-I/s640/IMG_1116.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-1917345795573581792?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1917345795573581792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=1917345795573581792&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/1917345795573581792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/1917345795573581792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween-2011.html' title='Halloween 2011'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UkqtcNzw7y8/TrF400mee-I/AAAAAAAABRk/AUT2V5aJts0/s72-c/303278_10150350882709200_541884199_8390767_76246915_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-2876260682237257003</id><published>2011-11-01T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T10:52:15.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ollie's first banana!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Things I'm thankful for:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;#1. My family. Wonderful, giving husband and perfect, beautiful children!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ez4mWCk4rOY/TrBP78zRJXI/AAAAAAAABQM/QjqKGAh0i30/s1600/IMG_1103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ez4mWCk4rOY/TrBP78zRJXI/AAAAAAAABQM/QjqKGAh0i30/s640/IMG_1103.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;What, Mom?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmQdRU9WVow/TrBQFLyisbI/AAAAAAAABQU/9XnqCChKwmA/s1600/IMG_1104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmQdRU9WVow/TrBQFLyisbI/AAAAAAAABQU/9XnqCChKwmA/s640/IMG_1104.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, a banana...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vbpBYc3EpLs/TrBQOdSBeBI/AAAAAAAABQc/Eti1oIVcdNY/s1600/IMG_1105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vbpBYc3EpLs/TrBQOdSBeBI/AAAAAAAABQc/Eti1oIVcdNY/s640/IMG_1105.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is this what you want me to do?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Cky_aIwc1o/TrBQXG3x2yI/AAAAAAAABQk/dZOd74Qrav4/s1600/IMG_1106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Cky_aIwc1o/TrBQXG3x2yI/AAAAAAAABQk/dZOd74Qrav4/s640/IMG_1106.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chewing...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-erCSgHEUGTc/TrBQfytdtYI/AAAAAAAABQs/7TXjH_ptj5U/s1600/IMG_1107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-erCSgHEUGTc/TrBQfytdtYI/AAAAAAAABQs/7TXjH_ptj5U/s640/IMG_1107.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;...and swallowing.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0DAL-VeTPxk/TrBQoSF-qLI/AAAAAAAABQ0/Vzn8gHKfaHY/s1600/IMG_1108.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0DAL-VeTPxk/TrBQoSF-qLI/AAAAAAAABQ0/Vzn8gHKfaHY/s640/IMG_1108.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've got the hang of this now!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/45/10D76AAD2FC18FD5FA2EF3083BAE4210.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-2876260682237257003?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/2876260682237257003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=2876260682237257003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/2876260682237257003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/2876260682237257003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/11/ollies-first-banana.html' title='Ollie&apos;s first banana!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ez4mWCk4rOY/TrBP78zRJXI/AAAAAAAABQM/QjqKGAh0i30/s72-c/IMG_1103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-4906646524169262178</id><published>2011-10-27T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T19:30:41.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Auntie loves you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ip3VeFkahrw/Tqn0PbacGrI/AAAAAAAABP8/mUjcC6Phhqk/s1600/masonbirthannounce.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ip3VeFkahrw/Tqn0PbacGrI/AAAAAAAABP8/mUjcC6Phhqk/s640/masonbirthannounce.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My sister had her baby this morning at 7:48am, a boy named Mason James! He's so cute and cuddly and I just want to hold him all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy birthday, Mason!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9cNJIpVRezs/Tqn0MwpqAiI/AAAAAAAABP0/N4eSamjc-ks/s1600/jamiemasonbirthday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9cNJIpVRezs/Tqn0MwpqAiI/AAAAAAAABP0/N4eSamjc-ks/s640/jamiemasonbirthday.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love this picture.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/45/10D76AAD2FC18FD5FA2EF3083BAE4210.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-4906646524169262178?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/4906646524169262178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=4906646524169262178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/4906646524169262178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/4906646524169262178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/10/auntie-loves-you.html' title='Auntie loves you!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ip3VeFkahrw/Tqn0PbacGrI/AAAAAAAABP8/mUjcC6Phhqk/s72-c/masonbirthannounce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-6846961904638062745</id><published>2011-10-26T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T19:32:01.829-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oliver'/><title type='text'>Happy seven months of life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;A day late on your seventh month picture, Oliver! &amp;nbsp;You are the most scrumptious little guy and I could eat you right up. &amp;nbsp;I love you little mister!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uF1urTku3V0/TqiyuzyjKXI/AAAAAAAABOo/en4CxTIPU1Q/s1600/oliver7months.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uF1urTku3V0/TqiyuzyjKXI/AAAAAAAABOo/en4CxTIPU1Q/s640/oliver7months.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;As you can see in these pictures, Oliver is a sitter now! &amp;nbsp;He seems to really like his new view of the world and it sure does make playing with his toys quite a bit easier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;What you can't see in these pictures (since I edited them) is that he has been scratching his face like crazy! He has about five huge scratches - he looks like the cat got him or something. &amp;nbsp;It's so sad! &amp;nbsp;I remember that Emery was the same way for some reason. &amp;nbsp;This was about the time that Emery's dairy allergy reared its ugly head (and nasty rash) and I think that's why he was so itchy. &amp;nbsp;Maybe I'll have to watch my dairy intake although it is already quite low. Hmmmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ULnxOjo7xOo/Tqiyxojdy3I/AAAAAAAABOw/QvucnjhO6hk/s1600/oliver7months3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="436" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ULnxOjo7xOo/Tqiyxojdy3I/AAAAAAAABOw/QvucnjhO6hk/s640/oliver7months3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this picture is just so funny that I had to post it to look back on! &amp;nbsp;He was playing with his toy and I called his name and caught him just as he was looking up. &amp;nbsp;Silly boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-flm_QOz-984/Tqiyz4uyysI/AAAAAAAABO4/k8Zk01XJqIk/s1600/oliver7monthsmad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-flm_QOz-984/Tqiyz4uyysI/AAAAAAAABO4/k8Zk01XJqIk/s640/oliver7monthsmad.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-6846961904638062745?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6846961904638062745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=6846961904638062745&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/6846961904638062745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/6846961904638062745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-seven-months-of-life.html' title='Happy seven months of life!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uF1urTku3V0/TqiyuzyjKXI/AAAAAAAABOo/en4CxTIPU1Q/s72-c/oliver7months.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-5321524999187981638</id><published>2011-10-18T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T11:32:53.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fall!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aCCX229UcGo/Tp3ARA9pgJI/AAAAAAAABOA/zq4tSgukTxY/s1600/kidsfall2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aCCX229UcGo/Tp3ARA9pgJI/AAAAAAAABOA/zq4tSgukTxY/s640/kidsfall2011.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I look at this picture and seriously can't believe how blessed I am. &amp;nbsp;All three of them are mine - forever! &amp;nbsp;God has borrowed me three of the best kids He ever made, I'm pretty sure and I am so thankful to be their mama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;We headed up to my mom and dad's house to take some pictures in the leaves. &amp;nbsp;We don't really have many in our yard - I guess we have mostly pine needles. &amp;nbsp;I had to promise Emery a treat for sitting still and he did a great job. The picture above is my first shot out of thirty or so and it ended up being the best one. &amp;nbsp;I could have stopped right there. &amp;nbsp;The kids would have been happy! &amp;nbsp;It's not easy trying to prop a six month old baby up with a two and three year old. &amp;nbsp;They all did a good job, though! &amp;nbsp;Much easier than our Christmas picture which will have to be done on a sled or something this year since Oliver won't be standing up yet. &amp;nbsp;Last year I just plopped the older two in the snow - remember that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SS6bqI004o/Tp3DLEg1-sI/AAAAAAAABOQ/kenyfzpHXAE/s1600/IMG_7749.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2SS6bqI004o/Tp3DLEg1-sI/AAAAAAAABOQ/kenyfzpHXAE/s200/IMG_7749.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas 2010&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;We have been enjoying fall and the cooler weather after spending a hot summer baking away in our mobile home. &amp;nbsp;It has been getting chilly at night here (and during the day - right now it's 37 degrees outside) and our furnace has started running. &amp;nbsp;The big kids share a room and have lots of blankets on their beds and Oliver has a little electric heater in his room to keep him toasty! &amp;nbsp;I love sleeping in a cool room and so it's been wonderful. &amp;nbsp;The kids got a cat a few weeks ago and she prefers to sleep on our bed (the kids aren't too excited to have a cat sleeping on their heads yet) so she keeps us warm! She usually hides out during the day (under our bed or in the basement) but right now is sitting in the big front window near me while the kids nap. &amp;nbsp;I think they freak her out a bit but hopefully she'll get used to them soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1888803259"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1888803260"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k6BqOz-x_J0/Tp3AJi5Ec7I/AAAAAAAABNw/uJKUFfn5Zjg/s1600/ashlynnfall2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k6BqOz-x_J0/Tp3AJi5Ec7I/AAAAAAAABNw/uJKUFfn5Zjg/s640/ashlynnfall2011.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r8lNTnHVB3M/Tp3AM46aGFI/AAAAAAAABN4/B7CwcXc0i10/s1600/emeryfall2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r8lNTnHVB3M/Tp3AM46aGFI/AAAAAAAABN4/B7CwcXc0i10/s640/emeryfall2011.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kO52NoMR_IM/Tp3AT4lt8PI/AAAAAAAABOI/uswMqKuer3E/s1600/oliverfall2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kO52NoMR_IM/Tp3AT4lt8PI/AAAAAAAABOI/uswMqKuer3E/s640/oliverfall2011.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention how much I love these kids?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/45/10D76AAD2FC18FD5FA2EF3083BAE4210.png" style="background: transparent; 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margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hB7N3_vI53c/TpXcZjRR_9I/AAAAAAAABNo/gD_JHfGsJO0/s1600/ollieoct12-2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hB7N3_vI53c/TpXcZjRR_9I/AAAAAAAABNo/gD_JHfGsJO0/s640/ollieoct12-2011.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/45/10D76AAD2FC18FD5FA2EF3083BAE4210.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-1231225192241588531?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/1231225192241588531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=1231225192241588531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/1231225192241588531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/1231225192241588531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/10/wordless-wednesday.html' title='wordless wednesday'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hB7N3_vI53c/TpXcZjRR_9I/AAAAAAAABNo/gD_JHfGsJO0/s72-c/ollieoct12-2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-666509665573627688</id><published>2011-10-05T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T12:17:18.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>busy little bees</title><content type='html'>So, we have been busy around here, that's for sure! &amp;nbsp;Last weekend we moved back down to our house and have spent the last days getting settled in. &amp;nbsp;The move went pretty smoothly since we had much less to move this time. &amp;nbsp;Things are mostly in their places now as we contemplate knocking out a few walls and paint colors for the bedrooms! &amp;nbsp;I am really enjoying my dishwasher, garbage disposal, and vented dryer again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth put on a new entry door and I laid some stick down vinyl squares in the front porch for a quick fix until we decide what we are doing out there (insulating or not). I also took down the (ugly!) bushes in front of the house and will landscape out there next spring. &amp;nbsp;It looks much better plain, though, and I don't plan on doing a lot out there. &amp;nbsp;I wanted to get an island for the kitchen to make up for the limited counter space but couldn't justify spending $200 or more right now when I bumped into one at the Salvation Army Thriftstore! &amp;nbsp;Yay. &amp;nbsp;It's actually quite cute, too. &amp;nbsp;I am enjoying it and the added space it gives me to work in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been fun getting things situated so we can settle in for the winter soon enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gZm4jPNXD5U/Toyskfnq7zI/AAAAAAAABNc/Kz9QK_LZHeU/s1600/IMG_0730.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gZm4jPNXD5U/Toyskfnq7zI/AAAAAAAABNc/Kz9QK_LZHeU/s640/IMG_0730.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;my big guy eating some homemade applesauce from apples off grandpa's tree!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QOlhXl-4rHg/ToysuBfV1mI/AAAAAAAABNg/31hAmCoqlVI/s1600/IMG_0737.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QOlhXl-4rHg/ToysuBfV1mI/AAAAAAAABNg/31hAmCoqlVI/s640/IMG_0737.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;tootsie watching oliver eat food for the first time - so exciting!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uMUHhAN-MrE/Toys2W0R7vI/AAAAAAAABNk/R-IZcAY5raA/s1600/IMG_0742.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uMUHhAN-MrE/Toys2W0R7vI/AAAAAAAABNk/R-IZcAY5raA/s640/IMG_0742.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;this kid is so strange!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/45/10D76AAD2FC18FD5FA2EF3083BAE4210.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-666509665573627688?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/666509665573627688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=666509665573627688&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/666509665573627688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/666509665573627688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/10/busy-little-bees.html' title='busy little bees'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gZm4jPNXD5U/Toyskfnq7zI/AAAAAAAABNc/Kz9QK_LZHeU/s72-c/IMG_0730.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-8239886063872721915</id><published>2011-09-25T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T08:45:27.262-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oliver'/><title type='text'>Another half birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3M-_Pq4iO1o/Tn9HmeWUMMI/AAAAAAAABNI/hg03JcC9pGI/s1600/mommy-ollie6months.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3M-_Pq4iO1o/Tn9HmeWUMMI/AAAAAAAABNI/hg03JcC9pGI/s640/mommy-ollie6months.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't even believe that six months has gone by since this sweet boy joined our family! &amp;nbsp;It really does seem like he has always been around. &amp;nbsp;He is such a joy to me and I find myself enjoying these months (even the sleepless nights) more than I did with the other two. &amp;nbsp;I was so worried about other things then and this time God has just given me peace about just being a mother and focusing my full attention on that. &amp;nbsp;I love my children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2PVYqgQIvoc/Tn9HuhAGuEI/AAAAAAAABNM/yFRuZo2iK_U/s1600/ollie6months.1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2PVYqgQIvoc/Tn9HuhAGuEI/AAAAAAAABNM/yFRuZo2iK_U/s640/ollie6months.1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How can I resist this sweet smile? &amp;nbsp;He still loves his mommy more than anything and smiles whenever he sees me. &amp;nbsp;His two top teeth are poking through. &amp;nbsp;One is mostly broken through but the other is taking it's sweet old time. &amp;nbsp;Oliver is having a tough time with teething and has been waking two to three times a night for the last three months since it began. I will be very happy when this tooth breaks completely through and we (hopefully) can get some rest. &amp;nbsp;For the record, though, he gets up in the night and nurses and goes right back to sleep - the whole process of wake, nurse, diaper change, sleep takes about fifteen minutes. &amp;nbsp;I can't complain. &amp;nbsp;He's so worth it to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H73gPyvOxzU/Tn9H0_nd8EI/AAAAAAAABNQ/VoBcWq5TnP8/s1600/ollie6months.2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H73gPyvOxzU/Tn9H0_nd8EI/AAAAAAAABNQ/VoBcWq5TnP8/s640/ollie6months.2.jpg" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think he has a goofy little spirit in him! &amp;nbsp;He loves to laugh and enjoys being startled by a loud noise or whistle. &amp;nbsp;That makes his giggle like crazy. &amp;nbsp;He also enjoys "playing" with Ashlynn and Emery and I often find him laying on the floor by Emery with some trucks in front of him! &amp;nbsp;Did I mention that I love my kids?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dM3Nbj6t9_4/Tn9H-mpF9HI/AAAAAAAABNU/fx9JqI1KjCs/s1600/ollie6months.3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dM3Nbj6t9_4/Tn9H-mpF9HI/AAAAAAAABNU/fx9JqI1KjCs/s640/ollie6months.3.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He is still only breastfed since we do a type of babyled weaning. &amp;nbsp;Sometime in the next month or two he'll start eating soft solids that he can feed himself and slowly work into more textured food. &amp;nbsp;We don't do typical "babyfood" around here, although we do spoon feed things like applesauce or yogurt until he can use a spoon himself. &amp;nbsp;It will be interesting to see what kind of an eater he turns out to be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B70bAgOnYXQ/Tn9IE21yU3I/AAAAAAAABNY/MeT-2JQmEwQ/s1600/ollie6months.4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B70bAgOnYXQ/Tn9IE21yU3I/AAAAAAAABNY/MeT-2JQmEwQ/s640/ollie6months.4.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aren't those cheeks just delicious? &amp;nbsp;I can't stop kissing him and will be so sad when he grows out of his baby fat. &amp;nbsp;I was just noticing that Emery has skinny cheeks now - nothing to pinch! &amp;nbsp;I'll have to savor Oliver's soft fatness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We are working on sitting up but he doesn't really like it. &amp;nbsp;He enjoys being on the floor where he can roll around the house! &amp;nbsp;He gets himself stuck under the chairs quite often and I hear a little whine for help. &amp;nbsp;He does a little fake coughing noise when he wants to get my attention and he thinks it is so funny when I cough back at him! &amp;nbsp;He has been doing that for many months - I think it is so funny that a baby can learn quickly to repeat a behavior that gets attention. &amp;nbsp;Kids are so smart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy half birthday, my son. &amp;nbsp;You have blessed this family beyond measure just by being you! &amp;nbsp;We are all looking forward to watching you grow into a toddler over the next six months. &amp;nbsp;You are so special and we thank God always for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love you more than words can say - Mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-8239886063872721915?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8239886063872721915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=8239886063872721915&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/8239886063872721915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/8239886063872721915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/09/another-half-birthday.html' title='Another half birthday!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3M-_Pq4iO1o/Tn9HmeWUMMI/AAAAAAAABNI/hg03JcC9pGI/s72-c/mommy-ollie6months.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-7578726151004605580</id><published>2011-09-13T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T06:07:38.798-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ashlynn'/><title type='text'>ashlynn - 3.5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SoceSvhPdRs/Tm9PLIPI8ZI/AAAAAAAABNE/ZaH0Ua3f7MY/s1600/ash3.5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SoceSvhPdRs/Tm9PLIPI8ZI/AAAAAAAABNE/ZaH0Ua3f7MY/s640/ash3.5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;just look at her. &amp;nbsp;isn't her smile contagious? &amp;nbsp;she really is a special kid with a gift of bringing joy to people whether she knows them or not. &amp;nbsp;i can not even count the number of times in her young life that we have been stopped by strangers commenting on how happy she is or her beautiful smile! &amp;nbsp;she is such a blessing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;three and a half came quickly. &amp;nbsp;it seems like it was just her birthday - but we've been busy since then with oliver being born just twelve days later. &amp;nbsp;she loves both of her brothers but really enjoys the baby. &amp;nbsp;we have found her "helping" several times and most recently found ollie up on the couch when we had left him on the floor and stepped out of the room for a second. &amp;nbsp;she came and got us and said "come and look" and was so proud of herself for getting him up there! &amp;nbsp;we are teaching her that just because she CAN lift him doesn't mean she should! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;she still loves her princesses and sing her princess song all the time. &amp;nbsp;they have been into the Toy Story movies since we got the first two on VHS a few weeks ago at a garage sale. &amp;nbsp;it has been such a hot summer that we have had to spend more afternoons inside than we'd like so we have watched a few more movies than I'd like. &amp;nbsp;oh, well. &amp;nbsp;she just got a mini trampoline and would jump and play on it all day if she could. she likes to take her little "treasures" out there with her and play with the door zipped shut. &amp;nbsp;no one can bug her there, i guess!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;she got a princess bike with training wheels (from the goodwill for $3!!) this summer and loves cruising around in her princess bike helmet! &amp;nbsp;she is really tall so she can handle the bike with no problem. &amp;nbsp;now that the weather is cooler we are going to be out for bike rides more often.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;she is still attending speech therapy three times a week and will be starting occupational therapy for a fine motor delay this week. &amp;nbsp;her speech is improving greatly and i am so thankful that we recognized her need and started speech early. &amp;nbsp;we are looking forward to starting some preschool at home with her next week and i think that she will do really well! &amp;nbsp;our goals are some number and letter recognition, basic writing (tracing and then writing letters), simple shape recognition, and more clearly articulating the ABC song. &amp;nbsp;she already knows her colors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ashlynn picked out a pink cake with pink frosting for her half birthday cake. &amp;nbsp;we'll stop today and get her a princess balloon for her chair and have a little celebration at supper time. &amp;nbsp;i found a little people princess carriage toy at savers for a few bucks for her present and she'll love that! &amp;nbsp;her and i are going to go to the Pottery Burn up the road and paint a new piggy bank to replace the one emery broke. &amp;nbsp;i bought a gift certificate for there from the half price deals website back in march so we'll use that. &amp;nbsp;i'm excited to get out and do something "mommy and me" with her. &amp;nbsp;she tends to get left out with the chaos of her little brothers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tootsie girl, i love you so! &amp;nbsp;i am so glad that God blessed me with a daughter to share "life as a girl" with! &amp;nbsp;already you are growing into such a sweet young girl and it is such a pleasure to watch. &amp;nbsp;you will hug anyone and brighten the day with the love you give out so freely. &amp;nbsp;you are a great addition to our family and your brothers are blessed to have such a caring sister to dote on them and play with. &amp;nbsp;continue to grow in grace my sweet girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i love you to the moon and back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-7578726151004605580?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7578726151004605580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=7578726151004605580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/7578726151004605580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/7578726151004605580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/09/ashlynn-35.html' title='ashlynn - 3.5'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SoceSvhPdRs/Tm9PLIPI8ZI/AAAAAAAABNE/ZaH0Ua3f7MY/s72-c/ash3.5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-7230845941731664440</id><published>2011-08-29T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T06:59:26.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LPT1bQmLeu4/TluWDDwF7kI/AAAAAAAABM4/0MFvAGEJLtw/s1600/IMG_9976.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LPT1bQmLeu4/TluWDDwF7kI/AAAAAAAABM4/0MFvAGEJLtw/s400/IMG_9976.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;ashlynn had her follow up appointment with the hematologist last week. &amp;nbsp;her INP (which was elevated a month ago) came back within the normal range this time. &amp;nbsp;praise God! &amp;nbsp;her level may have been elevated due to the fish oil that she was taking every day. &amp;nbsp;we avoided it for the last month and now we'll wait for a while before reintroducing it while measuring her levels to find the perfect dose for her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_iPnidahFnY/TluWYPepUYI/AAAAAAAABM8/lNXQZUIhRwE/s1600/IMG_9984.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_iPnidahFnY/TluWYPepUYI/AAAAAAAABM8/lNXQZUIhRwE/s400/IMG_9984.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;emery's finger is healing well. &amp;nbsp;it has now been about six weeks since his surgery and his finger is only slightly pink. &amp;nbsp;he still has no nail and i don't see any evidence of one growing in. &amp;nbsp;it looks a little weird, but oh, well. &amp;nbsp;it's a small price to pay for something that could have been much worse! &amp;nbsp;he'll grow up without a nail so it will be normal to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uwrM6r4z0Z0/TluWzE9anwI/AAAAAAAABNA/kqvDIr2I7KI/s1600/IMG_0249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uwrM6r4z0Z0/TluWzE9anwI/AAAAAAAABNA/kqvDIr2I7KI/s400/IMG_0249.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and this little guy! &amp;nbsp;can you spot those two bottom teeth? &amp;nbsp;he is growing up so fast. &amp;nbsp;the staph infection (impetigo) that he had on his right cheek is completely cleared up and we haven't even had another incidence of eczema since. &amp;nbsp;we have a special lotion on hand to use if something develops but i am hoping that it won't!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so, the summer of eleven was a little rough on us but we survived. &amp;nbsp;God is good and remained faithful throughout it all, even though it is not what we would have chosen to fill our days! &amp;nbsp;i was never in the hospital until i had emery at age twenty eight so it is crazy to me that two of my children were in within a few weeks of each other when they were only two and three years old. &amp;nbsp;it gives me compassion for mothers who spend much more time in hospitals with their really sick children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;as for the fall of eleven - stay tuned! &amp;nbsp;some interesting opportunities have presented themselves to our family and we are praying and waiting on some things. &amp;nbsp;i will post more as soon as we have something concrete planned!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/45/10D76AAD2FC18FD5FA2EF3083BAE4210.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-7230845941731664440?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/7230845941731664440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=7230845941731664440&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/7230845941731664440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/7230845941731664440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/08/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LPT1bQmLeu4/TluWDDwF7kI/AAAAAAAABM4/0MFvAGEJLtw/s72-c/IMG_9976.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-6725351300571072267</id><published>2011-08-25T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T06:11:08.960-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oliver'/><title type='text'>five months gone by too fast.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i just heard the news that one of my good friends had her first baby, a girl, today! &amp;nbsp;exactly five months after Oliver was born and I am wondering where the time has gone. &amp;nbsp;i wish that i could tell her to cherish these precious moments before they vanish, but i know that i tried so hard to do that with Ollie and still time creeps along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xl9dS3LZE6s/TlbRP6Wv8MI/AAAAAAAABM0/pvygTfXHAPE/s1600/ollie5months.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xl9dS3LZE6s/TlbRP6Wv8MI/AAAAAAAABM0/pvygTfXHAPE/s640/ollie5months.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;that being said, here is a new picture of my big boy! &amp;nbsp;oh, how i love the little bugger. &amp;nbsp;he is such a joy to mother and loves his snuggles and kisses (good thing because he has no choice)! &amp;nbsp;at five months he is still waking once or twice a night to nurse. &amp;nbsp;once if he gets two good naps during the day and twice if we are out and about and his naps are disrupted. &amp;nbsp;he has learned how to roll from his back to his stomach but can't seem to figure out how to get back. &amp;nbsp;he wakes early from his nap sometimes and rolls over, only to start screaming for me to come and rescue him! &amp;nbsp;he is still a thumb sucker and sucks himself to sleep with his other hand wrapped tightly around his monkey softie or taggie blanket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;his skin has healed up nicely with the help of some steroid cream and he now has some special lotion to use when it starts looking red (which hasn't happened yet). &amp;nbsp;he loves the jumperoo and can really get himself going at times. &amp;nbsp;when he does he just smiles and looks so proud of himself! &amp;nbsp;he is starting to take an interest in toys and ashlynn and emery are quick to offer him something to play with. &amp;nbsp;i just put a mobile in his crib and he is busy smiling and talking to it! &amp;nbsp;so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just stood on the scale with him (and subtracted my weight...) and he weighs in at fifteen pounds even! &amp;nbsp;i think the doctor's office may have been a little off when they weighed his last month. &amp;nbsp;they said he was only twelve something....or maybe he just gained two pounds in the last month. &amp;nbsp;he does eat all the time! (i was just weighed at the doctor's office this morning and our scale showed very close to the same weight so i know it's accurate.) &amp;nbsp;my big boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you, my baby! &amp;nbsp;i will forever treasure these moments of your babyhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/45/10D76AAD2FC18FD5FA2EF3083BAE4210.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-6725351300571072267?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/6725351300571072267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=6725351300571072267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/6725351300571072267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/6725351300571072267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/08/five-months-gone-by-too-fast.html' title='five months gone by too fast.'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xl9dS3LZE6s/TlbRP6Wv8MI/AAAAAAAABM0/pvygTfXHAPE/s72-c/ollie5months.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-3390072705529213750</id><published>2011-08-24T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T06:12:02.263-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emery'/><title type='text'>happy 1/2 birthday, son!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N6NK0fUFghU/TlUDTFKGOSI/AAAAAAAABMw/CGGCw-8T0Dc/s1600/emery2.5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N6NK0fUFghU/TlUDTFKGOSI/AAAAAAAABMw/CGGCw-8T0Dc/s640/emery2.5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;your excitement and zest for life is contagious! &amp;nbsp;i love seeing the world through your eyes, my sweet boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;your favorite things right now are your trucks and you have a zillion of them! &amp;nbsp;you love to carry the tub out to the kitchen floor and dump them all out and line them up. &amp;nbsp;you also love playing at the playground and every time we pass one you ask if we can play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;you are starting to work on potty training but have regressed a little. &amp;nbsp;you typically wear nothing around the house and run for the potty. &amp;nbsp;outside the house you are back in a diaper to save us from multiple accidents! &amp;nbsp;we're just waiting for you to decide to do it in your own time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;you love to watch kipper and pingu on netflix. &amp;nbsp;you still love veggie tales and love to sing the theme song at nap time with me. &amp;nbsp;you want scrambled eggs every morning for breakfast and tell me, "I want eggs, Mom. Go cook 'em." you definitely know how to get what you want! &amp;nbsp;you know your ABC's and can count to ten. &amp;nbsp;now you are working on your colors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;you love your sister and call her "tootsie". &amp;nbsp;i just love watching you two play together and make up games. &amp;nbsp;you also enjoy giving oliver kisses and talking to him. &amp;nbsp;i am sure you will be good buddies soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;you continue to delight us, emmy. &amp;nbsp;you say your prayers every night and are starting to understand some things about Jesus. &amp;nbsp;i pray that you will grow up to love Him and will desire to do what is right. &amp;nbsp;be noble, my son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-3390072705529213750?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/3390072705529213750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=3390072705529213750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/3390072705529213750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/3390072705529213750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-12-birthday-son.html' title='happy 1/2 birthday, son!'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N6NK0fUFghU/TlUDTFKGOSI/AAAAAAAABMw/CGGCw-8T0Dc/s72-c/emery2.5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-543227485224457453</id><published>2011-08-22T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T06:12:29.206-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oliver'/><title type='text'>the oliver show</title><content type='html'>this blog is becoming all about ollie lately. it's not that the other kids aren't learning new things. &amp;nbsp;it's just that oliver is at the age where his milestones are so obvious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, here's our news: oliver finally rolled over! &amp;nbsp;i have been waiting for it for a month now and was starting to wonder if he ever would. &amp;nbsp;then i realized that i never lay him on the floor (for fear of bodily harm) so how could he possibly even try to roll?! &amp;nbsp;oops. &amp;nbsp;last sunday we put up his crib and moved him into that from his bassinet so there would be more room for him to move around. &amp;nbsp;on monday (8/15/11) he rolled over! &amp;nbsp;i guess that he just needed some practice space. &amp;nbsp;i have been trying to leave him on the floor while i am nearby so he can practice his skills. &amp;nbsp;he now can roll pretty easily and today i watched him roll over to get something across the room! &amp;nbsp;smarty pants. &amp;nbsp;here are some pictures to document his rolling skill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_464114439"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_464114440"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kBLHuVyq_DY/TlKrCsDhqFI/AAAAAAAABMU/t7CR05MRdTA/s1600/IMG_0217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kBLHuVyq_DY/TlKrCsDhqFI/AAAAAAAABMU/t7CR05MRdTA/s400/IMG_0217.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;checking out the goods&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cIVs8PALWiM/TlKrTIfefKI/AAAAAAAABMY/XxANuByeJTI/s1600/IMG_0219.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cIVs8PALWiM/TlKrTIfefKI/AAAAAAAABMY/XxANuByeJTI/s400/IMG_0219.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;gaining momentum&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HCa8EUNjyic/TlKrpUyIPNI/AAAAAAAABMc/mjHkTYJ3A_s/s1600/IMG_0220.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HCa8EUNjyic/TlKrpUyIPNI/AAAAAAAABMc/mjHkTYJ3A_s/s400/IMG_0220.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;mocking me as i try to document his new skill&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bT1vCWtbpFE/TlKr9bIwqXI/AAAAAAAABMg/G8flti_TJo8/s1600/IMG_0221.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bT1vCWtbpFE/TlKr9bIwqXI/AAAAAAAABMg/G8flti_TJo8/s400/IMG_0221.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;here goes...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UWB_a7BDwVQ/TlKsRs71XbI/AAAAAAAABMk/Br1qUpeYtdA/s1600/IMG_0222.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UWB_a7BDwVQ/TlKsRs71XbI/AAAAAAAABMk/Br1qUpeYtdA/s400/IMG_0222.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"i might be stuck..."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bAys-RRU9QI/TlKsiWrlFMI/AAAAAAAABMo/YHXtSk8uBYQ/s1600/IMG_0225.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bAys-RRU9QI/TlKsiWrlFMI/AAAAAAAABMo/YHXtSk8uBYQ/s400/IMG_0225.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;mission accomplished!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/45/10D76AAD2FC18FD5FA2EF3083BAE4210.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-543227485224457453?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/543227485224457453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=543227485224457453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/543227485224457453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/543227485224457453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/08/oliver-show.html' title='the oliver show'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kBLHuVyq_DY/TlKrCsDhqFI/AAAAAAAABMU/t7CR05MRdTA/s72-c/IMG_0217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-8345170491708228999</id><published>2011-08-09T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T16:53:14.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oliver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;this little guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6fHB6Kid8Q/TkHHtsVJ-hI/AAAAAAAABLs/2OYYUpblh9k/s1600/IMG_9857.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6fHB6Kid8Q/TkHHtsVJ-hI/AAAAAAAABLs/2OYYUpblh9k/s640/IMG_9857.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;has two teeth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;4 1/2 months old and teeth. &amp;nbsp;yikes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;they are barely there but you can definitely see them if you pull his tongue out of the way! &amp;nbsp;i will share a picture once they come in a little further. &amp;nbsp;my big boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/45/10D76AAD2FC18FD5FA2EF3083BAE4210.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-style: initial !important; border-top-width: 0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-8345170491708228999?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8345170491708228999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=8345170491708228999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/8345170491708228999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/8345170491708228999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/08/oliver.html' title='oliver'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u6fHB6Kid8Q/TkHHtsVJ-hI/AAAAAAAABLs/2OYYUpblh9k/s72-c/IMG_9857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-8667664424700298015</id><published>2011-08-07T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T12:11:18.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;when emery got out of the hospital a couple weeks ago my sister and i headed to the children's museum with the kids. &amp;nbsp;they loved it and we'll have to make a point of going back soon. &amp;nbsp;we only had an hour to stay and it really wasn't long enough. &amp;nbsp;i didn't realize that there was so much to do there. &amp;nbsp;they had a huge shoe playhouse (there was an old woman who lived in a shoe...), a gardening area, a big rug to drive cars around on, a huge projector shining butterflies on the wall, music alley (which emery loved) and the camping/outdoors area. &amp;nbsp;there also was a train table which emery loved since we have now gotten rid of ours. &amp;nbsp;ashlynn really loved the craft area and would have sat at that table stringing beads all day, i think! &amp;nbsp;she also thought the microscope was pretty cool and had fun looking at bugs through that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GSU_XPUmaCs/Tj7chyKox2I/AAAAAAAABLA/zinvBBpTdL0/s1600/IMG_9784.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GSU_XPUmaCs/Tj7chyKox2I/AAAAAAAABLA/zinvBBpTdL0/s400/IMG_9784.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-52KzqMlOJ2E/Tj7c6SbKoUI/AAAAAAAABLE/TanHpgtOhzk/s1600/IMG_9789.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-52KzqMlOJ2E/Tj7c6SbKoUI/AAAAAAAABLE/TanHpgtOhzk/s400/IMG_9789.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TTtfHUag8Hs/Tj7dcl7-vDI/AAAAAAAABLI/3Ubb0ykM4_A/s1600/IMG_9792.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TTtfHUag8Hs/Tj7dcl7-vDI/AAAAAAAABLI/3Ubb0ykM4_A/s400/IMG_9792.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;hiding in the giant tree&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qDbTvkdixrA/Tj7d5LZee9I/AAAAAAAABLM/Sbsfo79fUqo/s1600/IMG_9799.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qDbTvkdixrA/Tj7d5LZee9I/AAAAAAAABLM/Sbsfo79fUqo/s400/IMG_9799.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fwW_4pVilug/Tj7eTnB6ddI/AAAAAAAABLQ/sAchNxbDI_A/s1600/IMG_9804.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fwW_4pVilug/Tj7eTnB6ddI/AAAAAAAABLQ/sAchNxbDI_A/s400/IMG_9804.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;this year we've decided to take ashlynn and emery to the wednesday night races. &amp;nbsp;kids four and under run 1/8 of a mile with their gender. &amp;nbsp;ashlynn went first and really loved it! &amp;nbsp;she did so well and ran all by herself all the way. &amp;nbsp;she was proud of her ribbon and wants to do it again. &amp;nbsp;i am so proud of my big girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6Z-rgUP9WE/Tj7eruLLI-I/AAAAAAAABLU/ZwfP45TpzAw/s1600/IMG_9876.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6Z-rgUP9WE/Tj7eruLLI-I/AAAAAAAABLU/ZwfP45TpzAw/s400/IMG_9876.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QiPKZye1j3g/Tj7fKPXEcpI/AAAAAAAABLY/BJJlEkuwZaI/s1600/IMG_9878.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QiPKZye1j3g/Tj7fKPXEcpI/AAAAAAAABLY/BJJlEkuwZaI/s400/IMG_9878.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1bbcIB1oUGM/Tj7ffjEoAFI/AAAAAAAABLc/O23qVLVGq-Y/s1600/IMG_9879.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1bbcIB1oUGM/Tj7ffjEoAFI/AAAAAAAABLc/O23qVLVGq-Y/s400/IMG_9879.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;surprisingly, emery didn't start off so well. &amp;nbsp;i think the rush of kids running scared him and he started to cry. &amp;nbsp;once i grabbed his hand and started running with him he warmed up to the idea and in the end he finished on his own! &amp;nbsp;what a big boy! &amp;nbsp;next time i think we'll have him start at the back so the kids aren't all running past him so quickly. &amp;nbsp;it really is a fun event to help kids warm up to the idea of competitive sports. &amp;nbsp;they all get a ribbon and in the four and under age group it obviously isn't at all competitive yet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zE3n0W1Q1dc/Tj7g0hMDF3I/AAAAAAAABLo/WGn4RSCAxtQ/s400/IMG_9897.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/45/10D76AAD2FC18FD5FA2EF3083BAE4210.png" style="background: transparent; border: 0 !important;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5036161680449261760-8667664424700298015?l=sethandsarah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/feeds/8667664424700298015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5036161680449261760&amp;postID=8667664424700298015&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/8667664424700298015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5036161680449261760/posts/default/8667664424700298015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sethandsarah.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-fun.html' title='summer fun'/><author><name>Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UQ84RM7FcoM/TGQIV9jPdXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/NugEbua-v3o/S220/Photo+on+2009-12-03+at+17.23+%233.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GSU_XPUmaCs/Tj7chyKox2I/AAAAAAAABLA/zinvBBpTdL0/s72-c/IMG_9784.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5036161680449261760.post-6771240550067211121</id><published>2011-08-05T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T16:12:54.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i thank God for my blessings,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;for they make my life infinitely sweet. &amp;nbsp;may i always count them as my most precious possessions, worthy of my last breath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bWLzmx0fm0U/Tjx28PfWB1I/AAAAAAAABKw/6xL5HHFy3IA/s1600/ash811.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bWLzmx0fm0U/Tjx28PfWB1I/AAAAAAAABKw/6xL5HHFy3IA/s640/ash811.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;ashlynn mae, 3 1/2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mdlz-4Hh5FM/Tjx3CMUBtwI/AAAAAAAABK0/4NbbsHY_rK4/s1600/emmy811.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mdlz-4Hh5FM/Tjx3CMUBtwI/AAAAAAAABK0/4NbbsHY_rK4/s640/emmy811.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;emery james, 2 1/2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wn4IJ6e-Qd0/Tjx3RnxW-AI/AAAAAAAABK8/TiObjhXByrA/s1600/ollie8611.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; 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