<?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-31922189</id><updated>2012-02-03T14:58:11.284-06:00</updated><category term='motherhood'/><category term='miscellaneous'/><category term='raising boys'/><category term='homemaking'/><category term='Friends we love'/><category term='spiritual'/><category term='Jonas'/><category term='coupons'/><category term='photography'/><category term='Family'/><category term='1000 Gifts'/><category term='CVS'/><category term='Clare'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='parenting'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='Frugal Fridays'/><category term='Dave'/><category term='photos'/><category term='house projects'/><category term='saving money'/><category term='travel'/><category term='Walgreens'/><category term='bargains'/><category term='My creative side'/><category term='Works For Me Wednesdays'/><category term='the runner in me'/><category term='Simon'/><category term='Etha'/><category term='Ethan'/><category term='Recipes'/><category term='morning thoughts'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='Super Savings Saturday'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>Out of the Overflow</title><subtitle type='html'>thankfulness in all things</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>394</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-8883862551581600023</id><published>2012-02-02T23:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T23:44:09.981-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonas'/><title type='text'>5 months</title><content type='html'>My little guy is 5 months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/6810402945/" title="DSC_1003 by Everhart78, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7006/6810402945_c5dfdab68b_z.jpg" alt="DSC_1003" height="428" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just cherishing these sweet days with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/6810403521/" title="DSC_1013 by Everhart78, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7175/6810403521_195f9d98c2_z.jpg" alt="DSC_1013" height="428" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I want to remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's cooing and giggling, just start screeching too.  He has found his voice!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves to grab for toys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes he sleeps through the night, sometimes he doesn't.  Getting close though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He rarely fusses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still wearing 3-6 month clothing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loves his exersaucer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/6810402311/" title="DSC_1007 by Everhart78, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7172/6810402311_2fe16f1179_z.jpg" alt="DSC_1007" height="428" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still eating dairy free for the babe - he is worth it though!  He is a much happier guy when I do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-8883862551581600023?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/8883862551581600023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=8883862551581600023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/8883862551581600023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/8883862551581600023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2012/02/5-months.html' title='5 months'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-6157550992460406250</id><published>2012-01-21T16:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T17:39:39.555-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Saturday update</title><content type='html'>The weekend is here, and we are relishing it.  I love to relax with my precious babies, watch my big boys play sports, eat long meals all together {and laugh - lots of laughter}, and just get to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; them.  Every time I look around the table, I feel so incredibly blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/6738360111/" title="DSC_0981 by Everhart78, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7021/6738360111_e81c9ba700_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0981" height="640" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little man is growing, almost 5 months old.  World's easiest baby, I'm pretty sure.  He is such a delight to us all - we cannot get enough of his sweet cheeks with tiny dimples.  He gets kissed a lot around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/6738353239/" title="DSC_0977 by Everhart78, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7142/6738353239_ebc48cfba9_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0977" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sleeps through the night and takes nice long naps for momma, and the rest of the time he is generally a happy participant along for the ride that is our crazy life.  Oh, but we love our crazy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/6738356659/" title="DSC_0973 by Everhart78, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7143/6738356659_58978e769a_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0973" height="428" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clare is beginning to potty train {although I am reluctant...why do I dread this so much?  Probably my least favorite milestone}.  She is our little chatterbox, and is naturally joyful and talkative most of the time.  I am never lonely. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/6738423149/" title="DSC_0903-2 by Everhart78, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7167/6738423149_277cbfaea9_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0903-2" height="428" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We realized the other day that she has been learning the boys' Sunday School verses with them.  Isaiah 9:6,7 is really long, but she can pretty much do the whole thing without help.  Pretty cute to hear a 2 year old with a lisp recite, "The government shall be upon His shoulder..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I heard her singing to her babies, "Hosana, Hosana, Hosana in the forest..."  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/6738427139/" title="DSC_0906 by Everhart78, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7152/6738427139_dfbca7d0eb_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0906" height="428" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{new hat from Grandma Renes}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any pictures of the older two.  They don't stay still long enough for me to catch them, and when they're all home I usually don't have time to pick up the camera anyway.  We're in the midst of an overlap of sports sessions - indoor soccer and basketball - and they both play both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today they both had soccer games at noon, on side by side fields. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon is playing with the boys he played fall soccer with - 3 of them go to CPLS with him, and they practice every day at recess.  He has improved so much since the fall.  I've been encouraged to see him growing up a bit, pushing himself harder even when he's tired, learning to think as a team instead of just as an individual.  Simon is just so competitive - team sports help with that, I think.  It's an outlet for healthy competition, but there is a chance to learn to share the spotlight and to work with others.  Kinda like being a part of a big family.  That helps too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The indoor soccer games are out south of town, and we've been having lunch afterwards at different mom and pop cafes out there.   Today the sweet waitress complimented our kids on their good behavior right before we left, and afterward Simon leaned over to Dave and said, "Yes!  Do we get a trophy because we were so good??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice.  Not all of life is a sport, little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan played really well today, more aggressive than I've probably ever seen him play.  He came out of the game red faced and sweating like a pig - made me laugh.  He is a natural at soccer, especially indoor.  Since there are no out of bounds, the play hardly ever stops.  And constant running has never been a problem for that boy. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a wonderful Saturday, slow and fun.  We're just so thankful for time to spend together today and with God's people tomorrow too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-6157550992460406250?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/6157550992460406250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=6157550992460406250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/6157550992460406250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/6157550992460406250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2012/01/saturday-update.html' title='Saturday update'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-7556385315145160537</id><published>2012-01-07T20:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T00:13:14.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/6655155539/" title="DSC_0912 by Everhart78, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7155/6655155539_a6a704961c_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0912" height="416" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's semi-quiet in my house tonight.  The game is on in the other room, but compared to the noise of regular life with kids, it's hardly noticeable. ;)  Recently Dave and I have been cracking up because there will be 2 or 3 of our kids at a time singing {different songs} in the same room...it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; sorta comical, but mind-numbing too.  I know there could be worse things, I really do, but still, if you sat through the crazy that is dinner time with us, you'd understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a good day though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not without it's issues or attitudes to adjust.  But still, it was relatively peaceful, and I'm finding myself very thankful tonight.  Pretty sure a lot of it just has to do with my attitude.  :) The Lord has been challenging me to examine my tendency toward defeat - and wow, it has been hitting me hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, we'd never allow our kiddos to spend a lot of time wallowing about how they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can't obey&lt;/span&gt; because its too hard, that would obviously be something we'd want to talk them through.  To teach them that obedience is simply a choice, and that they must determine to obey with the Lord's help even when its hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here I am.  I have cried to the Lord many times in the past year {and to Dave} that what He has asked of me is just too hard.  I've felt beaten down, overwhelmed, not able to keep up...basically, a defeatist attitude.  I don't always feel that way, but there have been many moments like that, when the pressures of raising 4 young children get to me and there doesn't seem to be enough of me to go around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful that the Lord loves me enough to still use me, despite my resistance.  That He stretches me, asks hard things of me, strips me of anything I was clinging to...so that I won't be able to keep going in my own strength and will have to cast myself on Him for help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so very faithful to me.  When I really take the time to open my eyes to the goodness of my God in my life, it's overwhelming, really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing to list my thanks...my soul needs this exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;113. Good days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;114.  Dairy free chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;115.  Books finally read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;116.  An 8 year old in the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;117.  His obviously unique qualities and enthusiasm for life - cannot wait to see him as an adult!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;118.  An excuse for us all to eat healthier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;119.  Completed laundry day - this is a good feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120.  Time to spend in the Word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;121.  New phones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;122.  Listening to my love talk to Siri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;123.  Hearing the 2 year old quote her older brothers' memory verses - priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;124.  Dimples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;125.  Good reports from school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;126.  Sweet friends for my darlings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;127.  Watching the boys play legos with their sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;128.  Sweet arms that grab my neck to hug me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;129.  A husband who gets me, but still points me to the truth  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-7556385315145160537?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/7556385315145160537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=7556385315145160537' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/7556385315145160537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/7556385315145160537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-semi-quiet-in-my-house-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-8239129428119203184</id><published>2012-01-07T15:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T17:05:48.779-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan'/><title type='text'>Ethan's 8th Birthday</title><content type='html'>Eight years ago our oldest son joined our family, and I'm pretty sure there hasn't been a dull moment since.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan, we love you so much and thank God for every day we've spent with you.  You are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;enthusiastic&lt;/span&gt; - always planning what we're going to do next.  You are so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smart&lt;/span&gt; - concepts at school come very easily to you, and you rarely struggle with school.  You are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friendly&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;light-hearted&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; to be around.  Your dad and I have been so impressed this year with the character God has been developing in your life too.  We've seen you make hard choices and learn to submit to authority even when you don't understand why.  This is precious to us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most special things about your 7th year is that you came to know the Lord as your personal Savior a few months ago.   There is nothing more worthwhile than living for Him!  We know He has amazing plans for your life, and we pray that you will seek to follow Him as you grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we took Jayhawk cupcakes up to the school to celebrate.  Half the class boo'd us as we walked in. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/6655166333/" title="DSC_0880 by Everhart78, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7035/6655166333_6eff796504_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0880" height="428" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/6655162841/" title="DSC_0885 by Everhart78, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7157/6655162841_1ce0810318_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0885" height="428" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing Heads Up, Seven Up with the class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/6655159363/" title="DSC_0891 by Everhart78, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7034/6655159363_62e086af86_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0891" height="428" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chosen birthday gift - a snowboard.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/6655152691/" title="DSC_0929 by Everhart78, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7150/6655152691_3eec60d409_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0929" height="428" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/6655150541/" title="DSC_0932 by Everhart78, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7027/6655150541_ae8aeee523_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0932" height="640" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating with the other just-turned 8 year old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/6655147683/" title="DSC_0933 by Everhart78, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7031/6655147683_29a61618c7_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0933" height="428" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/6655175735/" title="DSC_0964 by Everhart78, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7166/6655175735_64154586a3_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0964" height="371" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, sweet boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-8239129428119203184?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/8239129428119203184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=8239129428119203184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/8239129428119203184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/8239129428119203184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2012/01/ethans-8th-birthday.html' title='Ethan&apos;s 8th Birthday'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-6916919563008207976</id><published>2012-01-01T21:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T00:05:19.407-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonas'/><title type='text'>Jones</title><content type='html'>We call him Jones, or Jonesy, or Super Grover.  Nicknames are big at our house. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/6617063503/" title="DSC_0850 by Everhart78, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7160/6617063503_813c6e2aaa_z.jpg" alt="&amp;lt;span class=" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is such a delight to all of us - his calm temperament and easy smiles make him pretty irresistible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 months is a fun age.  He is playing with toys, sitting in his exersaucer, laughing at his siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/6617061473/" title="DSC_0848 by Everhart78, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7150/6617061473_262075daa3_z.jpg" alt="&amp;lt;span class=" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;One of the sweetest things about Jonas is that he loves to cuddle.  He'd  happily snuggle in my arms for a nap any day.  But he easily lays down  in his crib too - so, best of both worlds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/6617059321/" title="DSC_0855 by Everhart78, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7011/6617059321_e9c12bb6c1_z.jpg" alt="&amp;lt;span class=" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this little sweetie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-6916919563008207976?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/6916919563008207976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=6916919563008207976' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/6916919563008207976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/6916919563008207976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2012/01/jones.html' title='Jones'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-5626480939708078975</id><published>2011-12-31T00:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T00:20:28.678-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clare'/><title type='text'>It's a magical age</title><content type='html'>Oh how I love my little Clare Bear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/6603208511/" title="DSC_0844 by Everhart78, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7013/6603208511_523d6e1e21_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0844" height="428" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves all things girly.  Princesses, dress up, baby dolls, jewelry, make up...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 1/2 years old and she already talks my ear off.  Her happy chatter makes my day though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/6603212049/" title="DSC_0847 by Everhart78, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7019/6603212049_648aa6cf25_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0847" height="428" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight at bedtime she said, "Sing me a song, Momma," as she wrapped her sweet little arms around my neck.  "A song about kitties."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/6603214619/" title="DSC_0846 by Everhart78, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7005/6603214619_44047dc9e7_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0846" height="640" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just bottle these days up and make them last forever????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-5626480939708078975?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/5626480939708078975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=5626480939708078975' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/5626480939708078975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/5626480939708078975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-magical-age.html' title='It&apos;s a magical age'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-7551576367420259680</id><published>2011-11-23T21:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T22:48:13.345-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1000 Gifts'/><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>I started running again a few weeks ago.  Granted I'm not running that far yet, or for very long, but I have really missed it.  The chance to pound out miles...all the while pounding out my problems too.  I do most of my thinking and praying while I'm running, maybe just because it is the one time during the day when I'm not in survival mode or needed at once by every kid in the room, I don't know.  But as soon as I get on that treadmill and the endorphins start flowing, I find myself overwhelmed with thankfulness for this blessed little life I lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the past year has literally been the hardest thing I have ever done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been shock over a new pregnancy, months of severe morning sickness, extreme mommy guilt over missing out on so much because of it...and then now that he's here, it has been even harder, to be honest.  So much to juggle.  So many little needs - emotional, behavioral, spiritual needs.  I have 4 children now, and they are all so important to me!  It breaks my heart to turn a child away to wait while I try to soothe a screaming baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{But Jonas doesn't scream much anymore, thankfully.  When he was about 8 weeks old I figured out that he was sensitive to dairy, so I've been eating diary free for the last month.  Good news is, he is happy and content most of the time now...and I have lost 5 lbs in the process.  :) Turns out a lot of what I like to eat falls into the dairy category. }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last couple of weeks have been so much better - still hard at times, but there have been glimpses of the sweet gift of having a family of 6 too.  And that God is good &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all the time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile since I listed His gifts, so tonight I'm thankful for -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;97. Laughter around the table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. Our nightly talks with the boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99.  The special bond we see forming between certain look-alike siblings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100.  Help from family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101.  Dairy-free chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;102.  Daily reports home from a precious teacher who loves our son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103.  The conviction that came after much prayer and discipline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;104.  A 5 year old's excitement over salvation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;105.  That both my boys professed to come to know Him this month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;106.  Grief over sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;107.  A husband who doesn't lose heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;108.  Restored fellowship with sons, and the closeness that it brings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;109.  Basketball season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;110.  Obvious fruit in little people's lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111.  Sharing morning devotions with my oldest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;112.  Renewed passion for motherhood&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/31922189-7551576367420259680?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/7551576367420259680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=7551576367420259680' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/7551576367420259680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/7551576367420259680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-4418507459108038547</id><published>2011-09-13T20:51:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T21:35:14.776-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><title type='text'>10:30 pm - can I turn out the lights now?</title><content type='html'>Today was a good day.  It really was, especially when I look back on it and realize how much I accomplished, 3 weeks post partum.  And yet I cried real tears twice, over things that shouldn't have been a big deal on their own.  Once was just a little while ago, after our very long day of running around all over the place {Tuesdays are just nuts around here}.  Clare spilled the remains of her watermelon slush on the carpet, and I just couldn't help it.  The craziness of the day caught up with me and for a few seconds I allowed myself to think, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am not sure I can do this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been errands to run, park play dates, lunches to pack, poopy explosion diapers {and not just from the newborn}, a broken garage door, 2 trips to the school, a very short nap {for me and the girl}, a 2 year old who very obviously needs lots of training, dinner, soccer practice, then kids club at church, and a wailing baby in the car wherever we went {I'm thinking he's not a big fan of the car seat - poor him!}. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between I've run 2 loads of laundry, talked to the neighbor, nursed the babe 3 times in the car, worked on the kids club verse with the boys, run home for cleats and shin guards, turn around and come back again for the soccer ball.  After kids club, I came home to nurse the babe again and tidy up for Dave's Bible study.  He just got home a few minutes ago - had to meet a contractor after hours.  Life doesn't slow down for him when we have a baby - for some reason, it actually seems to get all the more busy. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah,  &lt;span&gt;my life feels a little nutty right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but when he half-smiles in his sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/6142829226/" title="DSC_0013-1 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6194/6142829226_c1e4bd0b66_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0013-1" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the precious gift of another little life to be trained for God makes me grateful, for even the *hard* days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/6142273845/" title="DSC_0011 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6207/6142273845_eb7a28bb29_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0011" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how Jonas burrows down under one arm or the blanket when he sleeps.  Makes him look like he's hiding from us.  Maybe he is... I'd hide if I were him. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-4418507459108038547?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/4418507459108038547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=4418507459108038547' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/4418507459108038547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/4418507459108038547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2011/09/1030-pm-can-i-turn-out-lights-now.html' title='10:30 pm - can I turn out the lights now?'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6194/6142829226_c1e4bd0b66_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-4016938005158106571</id><published>2011-09-12T21:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T21:30:54.141-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simon'/><title type='text'>Shirtless little boys and other after school stuff</title><content type='html'>If I were choosing an after school hobby for my boys, I'd never pick skate boarding.  Isn't it a little dangerous???  I can't believe we've survived this summer without any broken bones, to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they love it.  And thanks to Shawna, we now own a ramp for cool tricks and stuff. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/6142215861/" title="DSC_0003-2 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6076/6142215861_ee9edd5656_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0003-2" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon isn't quite as daring as Ethan yet, but he is getting it.  And he wins points for best tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/6142826006/" title="DSC_0004 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6088/6142826006_e8e1aac391_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0004" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More tricks.  Just now realized he's wearing flip flops.  What the heck?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/6142273269/" title="DSC_0030-1 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6069/6142273269_76a389195b_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0030-1" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/6142272521/" title="DSC_0034-1 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6160/6142272521_7b1ab040a4_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0034-1" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/6142271747/" title="DSC_0035 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6155/6142271747_b601939e6f_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0035" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cutie patootie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/6142276907/" title="DSC_0032-1 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6191/6142276907_411cbcb63a_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0032-1" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile Jonas and Mom enjoy some quality time on the porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/6142275751/" title="DSC_0027-1 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6194/6142275751_c04e396f0f_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0027-1" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/6142831310/" title="DSC_0029-1 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6162/6142831310_fc9646a58e_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0029-1" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan and Simon keep asking when they can teach him to skateboard. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-4016938005158106571?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/4016938005158106571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=4016938005158106571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/4016938005158106571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/4016938005158106571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2011/09/shirtless-little-boys-and-other-after.html' title='Shirtless little boys and other after school stuff'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6076/6142215861_ee9edd5656_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-167515008927563931</id><published>2011-09-10T20:38:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T22:38:50.609-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonas'/><title type='text'>And now we're officially that BIG family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/6135061086/" title="DSC_0028 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6167/6135061086_0d299a1af8_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0028" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little man has arrived.  Jonas Grove was born 2 Wednesdays ago, and we are loving him to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/6134513067/" title="DSC_0034 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6156/6134513067_e422532af8_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0034" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part, I would call him a very easy baby.  Not overly fussy - if at all - and loves to sleep.  Tolerant of the many kisses he is given every day from adoring siblings {and mama}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he's sleeping, he makes the same squeaking noise that Ethan used to make when he was a newborn.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/6135062340/" title="DSC_0050 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6190/6135062340_e5296295bc_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0050" height="457" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was our smallest baby - 7 lbs, 1 oz, and 20 inches long - but with feet as big as these, he'll likely catch up and fit in with the rest of our brood. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/6135060498/" title="DSC_0020 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6154/6135060498_dfcbe2c2f4_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0020" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fussy moment - funny how it doesn't bother me as much, fourth time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/6134513539/" title="DSC_0044 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6076/6134513539_126c23146e_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0044" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas was tongue-tied at birth, just like Ethan and Clare.  We were so thankful for a pediatric hospitalist trained to do frenectomies, so he didn't have to wait a week to see the oral surgeon {and consequently have trouble nursing in the meantime.  Now he is a pro!}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/6135059938/" title="DSC_0017 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6079/6135059938_ee2532b2cc_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0017" height="457" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are continually praising God for our sweet boy and for His loving care over us throughout this whole pregnancy and delivery.  It has been a crazy year - difficult for all of us - but we would say he is worth it.  Love him so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/6134514087/" title="DSC_0056 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6177/6134514087_4ebf252f02_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0056" height="457" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-167515008927563931?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/167515008927563931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=167515008927563931' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/167515008927563931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/167515008927563931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2011/09/and-now-were-officially-that-big-family.html' title='And now we&apos;re officially that BIG family'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6167/6135061086_0d299a1af8_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-8035221179382485555</id><published>2011-07-22T22:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T09:14:58.157-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Estes trip, part 2</title><content type='html'>The second half of our week in Estes we stayed down around town - we rented boats, picnicked, biked, shopped, took naps, did lots of reading, went swimming, ate lots of homemade ice cream from shops downtown and took walks around our cabin.   There was some excitement when a chipmunk got into the house one evening, especially since my dad had just broken his glasses and was wandering around blindly in the living room with a big stick. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think our boys' favorite day was when we packed a lunch and headed to the park to play...some neighbor boys joined them, the nerf guns came out, and all of a sudden there was a major nerf war going on.  All the boys against Dave and Nate. And then the sprinkler system came on... it was boy heaven. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day we spent at Lake Estes was beautiful.  We rented a pontoon boat and a fishing boat for a little while and went a few times around the lake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/5962777391/" title="DSC_0757 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6017/5962777391_4c29399f6b_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0757" height="428" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/5963331298/" title="DSC_0785 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6121/5963331298_e41b06bcb4_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0785" height="428" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/5963332892/" title="DSC_0779 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6003/5963332892_be27827d97_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0779" height="428" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/5963332204/" title="DSC_0783 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6028/5963332204_0f61a5d509_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0783" height="428" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp fires and s'mores also make little boys happy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/5963330214/" title="DSC_0801 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6129/5963330214_dc7c5311f1_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0801" height="640" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/5962771617/" title="DSC_0802 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6018/5962771617_014cc96307_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0802" height="428" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/5963327170/" title="DSC_0803 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6017/5963327170_323f4692d3_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0803" height="640" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/5963326146/" title="DSC_0804 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6018/5963326146_45e96a893a_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0804" height="428" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/5962772657/" title="DSC_0800 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6007/5962772657_3c1fb76b52_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0800" height="428" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/5963325418/" title="DSC_0808 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6021/5963325418_90b5b7fb77_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0808" height="428" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/5963324240/" title="DSC_0810 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6030/5963324240_eb0a6e2058_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0810" height="428" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And playing cars outdoors.  It doesn't take much, really. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so very thankful for the gift of this vacation.  It was a chance to escape the heat {which, for this pregnant momma, was simply amazing}, but the family time was so precious too.  I love that our kids are old enough to really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; things with now.  They all love being active, and it makes me excited for the future and how much fun we are going to have together.  Even Clare was such a trooper on our hikes - she is one strong girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any pictures of Michael on this trip or Aaron Quinlisk, but they were there with us Sunday through Tuesday.  My kids adore their uncle and view him as a big playmate - thankfully he's a good sport.  :)  Aaron too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're home now and the temps in Kansas have been soaring.  Well above 100 every day.  Makes Colorado seem all the more dreamy right now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-8035221179382485555?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/8035221179382485555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=8035221179382485555' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/8035221179382485555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/8035221179382485555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2011/07/estes-trip-part-2.html' title='Estes trip, part 2'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6017/5962777391_4c29399f6b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-6967600125873477294</id><published>2011-07-21T23:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T06:58:21.348-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Wish I was back there...</title><content type='html'>We just got back from a wonderful week in Estes Park, Colorado - the whole Renes family stayed in a cabin together {except for Matt and Erica, who are in the midst of camp season right now}.  It was wonderful weather, 70's during the day and 50's at night - which was such a relief from this heat wave that is hitting the midwest right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in Topeka the heat index was 111.  Um yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/5963319446/" title="DSC_0605 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6016/5963319446_669924ae41_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0605" height="640" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just being in the cooler weather brought my activity level way up - I didn't think there was any chance I'd want to hike this trip {I'm 34 weeks now}, but I did and actually enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/5963322954/" title="DSC_0623 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6142/5963322954_32cb7fc13a_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0623" height="428" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/5962765101/" title="DSC_0618 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6010/5962765101_b05cbf5af5_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0618" height="428" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruth and I were a bit of a spectacle on the trails though - big pregnant bellies and lots of little kids running between us - made for lots of comments. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/5959655931/" title="DSC_0585 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6126/5959655931_47d40d1918_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0585" height="428" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was the beginning of Rooftop Rodeo, and there was a parade downtown to kick things off.  Lots of pretty girls on horses mostly, and some firetrucks and farm equipment.  Good ol' small town parade.  The kids loved it {although Austin wasn't too sure when we first got there - hence the face ;) }.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/5963320362/" title="DSC_0587 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6026/5963320362_75ec762599_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0587" height="428" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just down the hill from our cabin was Fun City - go carts, mini golf, bumper boats, etc...  the kids begged to go any time there was a lull in activity.  Pretty much every day. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/5963337620/" title="DSC_0728 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6029/5963337620_c6d145c7b2_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0728" height="428" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/5962782121/" title="DSC_0725 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6136/5962782121_d2d2031d1d_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0725" height="428" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/5960197786/" title="DSC_0727 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6144/5960197786_755d728dc0_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0727" height="428" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/5963339076/" title="DSC_0709 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6005/5963339076_c65041d2a1_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0709" height="428" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/5963336670/" title="DSC_0732 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6124/5963336670_084096af44_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0732" height="640" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/5963335606/" title="DSC_0742 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6023/5963335606_31b7d1da7e_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0742" height="640" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/5963334940/" title="DSC_0744 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6023/5963334940_ba5edd141e_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0744" height="428" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of several elk we had venture right up to the cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/5962790453/" title="DSC_0597 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6133/5962790453_0866ddd96c_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0597" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/5963347546/" title="DSC_0596 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6124/5963347546_44748fb9ba_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0596" height="428" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/5962789513/" title="DSC_0601 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6028/5962789513_367b35a3c5_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0601" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/5963344494/" title="DSC_0633 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6008/5963344494_fc9d438f06_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0633" height="640" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/5962788951/" title="DSC_0628 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6028/5962788951_6f9c2b8eea_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0628" height="428" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/5963343320/" title="DSC_0634 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6010/5963343320_4348bdb1bd_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0634" height="428" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/5963341314/" title="DSC_0653 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6122/5963341314_4b5d50c56c_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0653" height="640" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night sky in Estes.  More pictures to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/5963334186/" title="DSC_0756 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6002/5963334186_16e06049bc_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0756" height="428" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-6967600125873477294?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/6967600125873477294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=6967600125873477294' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/6967600125873477294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/6967600125873477294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2011/07/wish-i-was-back-there.html' title='Wish I was back there...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6016/5963319446_669924ae41_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-7502632490896459099</id><published>2011-07-06T21:41:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T22:06:37.906-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Holiday weekend fun</title><content type='html'>The evening of the 4th we went out to the farm for some BBQ and fireworks.  My kids have no idea how lucky they are - I never even lit a sparkler until I was an adult. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/5911358290/" title="DSC_0538 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5116/5911358290_6994274f2d_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0538" height="427" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bruce and Penny's house is up for sale {they want to move into town}, so this may be last 4th we celebrate on their back porch.  A tad sentimental, for sure.  The Everhart farm is a treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/5910729999/" title="DSC_0550-1 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5279/5910729999_72df8b2b2d_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0550-1" height="640" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is this man I married 9 years ago.  {Almost} 4 kids later, I really can't imagine life without him.  He is so loving, and gentle, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;steady&lt;/span&gt;.  I had no idea what an amazing husband and father he would be when we said our vows that hot day in July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/5911357620/" title="DSC_0539 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5311/5911357620_d17d6f8b53_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0539" height="428" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of us got away for a night t0 celebrate, while my parents watched the kids.  So sweet of them.  Not sure who enjoyed it more - us or the kids - because they really don't see enough of Grandma and Grandpa Renes.  So it was a very special treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave took me shopping and out to an amazing seafood place, and we pretended we were young and not expecting our fourth and stayed up late and just had a great time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{In truth, I feel more like a beached whale than a newlywed, and its so hot that I find myself complaining altogether too much...but Dave is very tolerant of his very pregnant wife ;) }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at a beautiful hotel, slept until our eyes popped open, and then had a late breakfast.  Just a perfect little getaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/5911355824/" title="DSC_0547 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6027/5911355824_0313bf483d_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0547" height="640" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/5910741463/" title="DSC_0540 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6050/5910741463_0c2eaf5ee7_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0540" height="428" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we came back to Kansas for the Everhart festivities.  Always sure to be fun, and slightly dangerous. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/5910798855/" title="DSC_0542 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5075/5910798855_9cfbcf44e1_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0542" height="457" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/5910796921/" title="DSC_0565 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5079/5910796921_217833d41d_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0565" height="640" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This view is for sale, by the way. :)  They get the best sunsets out at the farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/5911350622/" title="DSC_0579 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5311/5911350622_f22e360525_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0579" height="428" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clare's first sparkler was pretty exciting.  I honestly don't believe a 2 year old is old enough to hold a burning stick, but her daddy apparently does. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/5911353914/" title="DSC_0569 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5078/5911353914_aeee26c622_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0569" height="428" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/5911352794/" title="DSC_0576 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5032/5911352794_f41146da7a_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0576" height="640" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last view of the sunset.  So beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/daveandrachel/5911351700/" title="DSC_0580 by Dave n' Rach, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5039/5911351700_026a8edf37_z.jpg" alt="DSC_0580" height="428" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-7502632490896459099?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/7502632490896459099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=7502632490896459099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/7502632490896459099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/7502632490896459099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2011/07/holiday-weekend-fun.html' title='Holiday weekend fun'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5116/5911358290_6994274f2d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-7933269728819043451</id><published>2011-07-04T22:52:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T16:47:52.327-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1000 Gifts'/><title type='text'>So many reasons to praise the Lord this week:</title><content type='html'>82.  Watching my son work hard to overcome a batting slump. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83.  3 hits in one game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84.  Date night, and a little closer to having a name for our son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BaEwCcuXI1s/ThKe8Uoqc6I/AAAAAAAADIw/o_cUf5MyiHs/s1600/DSC_0528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BaEwCcuXI1s/ThKe8Uoqc6I/AAAAAAAADIw/o_cUf5MyiHs/s640/DSC_0528.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625733643707773858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85.  Sweet neighbor friend for the boys to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86.  A night away with my love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-02XJTTbkl7Y/ThKerfNY4uI/AAAAAAAADIo/2qUuUDlOxik/s1600/DSC_0518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-02XJTTbkl7Y/ThKerfNY4uI/AAAAAAAADIo/2qUuUDlOxik/s640/DSC_0518.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625733354488390370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87.  King Salmon special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88.  Watching my kids play with an old friend's kids - hoping lasting friendships form!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MeNmjC2Tr8E/ThKdAoUZXAI/AAAAAAAADIg/TJH9QfBvVQg/s1600/DSC_0514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MeNmjC2Tr8E/ThKdAoUZXAI/AAAAAAAADIg/TJH9QfBvVQg/s640/DSC_0514.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625731518687697922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89.  Piles of fabric on my dining room table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90.  A bed for Clare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91.  Learning to let go {a bit} and trust Him with my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EudhYkdpsLI/ThKcbngjhTI/AAAAAAAADIY/z2Pzc5zme9Q/s1600/DSC_0529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EudhYkdpsLI/ThKcbngjhTI/AAAAAAAADIY/z2Pzc5zme9Q/s640/DSC_0529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625730882815100210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92.  Collins Park parade - a hidden treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93.  Shade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ovfb4Rojc8/ThKcIbtScRI/AAAAAAAADIQ/PJ6dPWScdvI/s1600/DSC_0535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ovfb4Rojc8/ThKcIbtScRI/AAAAAAAADIQ/PJ6dPWScdvI/s640/DSC_0535.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625730553229766930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94.  The special bond between my daughter and her Grandma Hart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c9dOLO91SYU/ThKZeCokeMI/AAAAAAAADII/-m7eKeNEsWM/s1600/DSC_0504-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c9dOLO91SYU/ThKZeCokeMI/AAAAAAAADII/-m7eKeNEsWM/s640/DSC_0504-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625727625921329346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95.  Lots of family time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96.  59 more days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-7933269728819043451?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/7933269728819043451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=7933269728819043451' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/7933269728819043451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/7933269728819043451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2011/07/so-many-reasons-to-praise-lord-this.html' title='So many reasons to praise the Lord this week:'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BaEwCcuXI1s/ThKe8Uoqc6I/AAAAAAAADIw/o_cUf5MyiHs/s72-c/DSC_0528.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-417437964901034487</id><published>2011-06-28T14:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T15:44:41.651-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1000 Gifts'/><title type='text'>Slow summer days</title><content type='html'>Oops.  It's been almost 10 weeks since my last post.  I didn't mean to let this part of my pregnancy go so undocumented, but with summer here, I guess I've been busy enough to stay off the computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so very thankful to be feeling less nauseous and more like my old self.  Now it's just normal third trimester aches and pains - heartburn, achy back and legs, anemia - but I'll take this over the beginning any day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet even this far into it, it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; hardly feels real.  In about 9 weeks I'll be holding our newborn son, and I seriously can't wrap my mind around it!  Who is he?  Will he be blond too?  What is his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;name&lt;/span&gt;????? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Lord is good, and His gifts to me, so evident!  Here is my count from the last couple months:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70.  Laid back summer days with my 3 blondies - what a precious gift this is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71.  Ice cold coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72.  Kansas heat {not quite so painful as Oklahoma heat}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73.  The hospitality of family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74.  The chance for my children to spend all summer with cousins - from both sides of the family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75.  Afternoons spent swimming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76.  A thriving garden and the thrill that it brings the kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77.  Finally feeling like I have a good home management routine down - a year after we've moved in, and in my third trimester no less!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78.  Living a quiet life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79.  The privilege of being a part of VBS this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80.  Another baseball season almost complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81.  Date nights with my love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-417437964901034487?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/417437964901034487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=417437964901034487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/417437964901034487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/417437964901034487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2011/06/slow-summer-days.html' title='Slow summer days'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-5986744557526403513</id><published>2011-04-19T19:19:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T20:34:42.629-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting on the Lord</title><content type='html'>Ethan's class performed 3 of the parables that Jesus told a few weeks ago.  It was absolutely precious to watch.  They were all so excited about their lines and costume changes.  And even though there were a few hilarious pauses during the show, they pulled it off pretty well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan was the narrator in the first scene, the parable of the Sower.  He decided, after much deliberation, to wear his tuxedo from his Uncle Matt's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cFZ6-WH6GK0/Ta42y3oUR7I/AAAAAAAADF8/gY1YTRXxInA/s1600/DSC_0352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cFZ6-WH6GK0/Ta42y3oUR7I/AAAAAAAADF8/gY1YTRXxInA/s576/DSC_0352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597471634422515634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seed that grew on good soil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QjospLZJAUQ/Ta436FarmBI/AAAAAAAADGM/wNWuuoDslCs/s1600/DSC_0351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QjospLZJAUQ/Ta436FarmBI/AAAAAAAADGM/wNWuuoDslCs/s576/DSC_0351.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597472857894131730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XuyI9AUZzf0/Ta42ikJKiqI/AAAAAAAADF0/9afM0sdU-3I/s1600/DSC_0353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XuyI9AUZzf0/Ta42ikJKiqI/AAAAAAAADF0/9afM0sdU-3I/s576/DSC_0353.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597471354313673378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parable of the good Samaritan.  After watching Joe get beat up by ninjas, Simon is enthralled by this story. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cgu9QA2jvOY/Ta42UqmzmmI/AAAAAAAADFs/nDywqnfNHP0/s1600/DSC_0354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cgu9QA2jvOY/Ta42UqmzmmI/AAAAAAAADFs/nDywqnfNHP0/s576/DSC_0354.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597471115530443362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nxwN3F-aiwQ/Ta42A6_s31I/AAAAAAAADFk/tt34xus1cZk/s1600/DSC_0355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nxwN3F-aiwQ/Ta42A6_s31I/AAAAAAAADFk/tt34xus1cZk/s576/DSC_0355.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597470776332443474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4PBuY1cGTA8/Ta41uQhQfPI/AAAAAAAADFc/JxOB7CoM71I/s1600/DSC_0356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4PBuY1cGTA8/Ta41uQhQfPI/AAAAAAAADFc/JxOB7CoM71I/s576/DSC_0356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597470455692819698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the final scene, the parable of the Prodigal Son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BDd9iJXVXVk/Ta41eAVupXI/AAAAAAAADFU/Fz6LbQf9ea0/s1600/DSC_0358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BDd9iJXVXVk/Ta41eAVupXI/AAAAAAAADFU/Fz6LbQf9ea0/s576/DSC_0358.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597470176471590258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lE5THAvr3cQ/Ta41S0361oI/AAAAAAAADFM/r_veteNBxIM/s1600/DSC_0360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lE5THAvr3cQ/Ta41S0361oI/AAAAAAAADFM/r_veteNBxIM/s576/DSC_0360.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597469984415209090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejoicing when the son came home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GtPXVgn5NhQ/Ta41DGwidZI/AAAAAAAADFE/EEVBJXYzUM4/s1600/DSC_0362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GtPXVgn5NhQ/Ta41DGwidZI/AAAAAAAADFE/EEVBJXYzUM4/s576/DSC_0362.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597469714338182546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I just love 1st graders. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few weeks have been a bit more normal around here.  I'm almost 21 weeks along, and every week that passes I feel a little bit better.  Now the puking is only occasional {today for instance...sorry to be graphic}, but most days I can stay off meds and am starting to feel semi normal again.  Except for this annoying tummy I'm developing of course. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my sweet son on the sono screen last week, and even though it still hardly feels real, I am excited to have a boy again.  To raise another little man who will someday hopefully serve the Lord with his life...wow, it just seems like such a daunting task.  So many hearts to assess, so many issues that need to be talked over...and I only have 2 that are currently talking! {well, Clare does talk, but you know what I mean :) }.  I know this job description is only going to get broader.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, how can I be all I need to be for these kids?  Give me wisdom to know how to address these issues of life with each child individually.  Give me grace for this task.  I feel very inadequate tonight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Elliott wrote this little devotional thought in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Lamp For My Feet&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No Evidence of Progress&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;At  times nothing seems to be happening. So it must be for the bird that  sits on her nest. Things are apparently at a standstill. But the bird  sits quietly, knowing that in the stillness something vital is going on,  and in the proper time it will be shown. It takes faith and patience  for the bird, and such faith and patience never seem to waver, day after  day, night after night, as she bides the appointed time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;Restless and doubtful we wonder why we have nothing to show for  our efforts, no visible evidence of progress. Let us remember the  perfect egg--unchanged in its appearance from the day it is laid. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But  while the bird waits faithfully, doing the only thing she is required to  do throughout those silent weeks, important things are taking place&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wait for the Lord. My soul waits, &lt;br /&gt;and in His word I hope;&lt;br /&gt;my soul waits for the Lord more &lt;br /&gt;than watchmen for the morning. &lt;br /&gt;--(Ps 130:5, 6 RSV)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Made me think of parenting, and just how often there are phases of child  training where there are very little visible results for all the effort we put  in.  Who knows what is going on in their little heads sometimes...and yet, my part, like the bird's, is to do what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; supposed to do  and wait faithfully for the Lord to do His work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because ultimately it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His work&lt;/span&gt;, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-5986744557526403513?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/5986744557526403513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=5986744557526403513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/5986744557526403513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/5986744557526403513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2011/04/waiting-on-lord.html' title='Waiting on the Lord'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cFZ6-WH6GK0/Ta42y3oUR7I/AAAAAAAADF8/gY1YTRXxInA/s72-c/DSC_0352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-5717394478623952373</id><published>2011-04-12T20:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T20:00:33.015-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOY!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-5717394478623952373?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/5717394478623952373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=5717394478623952373' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/5717394478623952373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/5717394478623952373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2011/04/boy.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-5896197222719329848</id><published>2011-04-08T19:54:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T23:56:21.471-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Friday and that means Date Night!</title><content type='html'>Now that things have calmed down considerably, pregnancy wise, we have resumed our date night routine with Rex and Shawna.  We started this back when Simon was a newborn, and he is five now.  The times we've had to take a short break {due to pregnancies or busy schedules}, the kids have missed it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VEud_lgzPwE/TZ_Evc97jII/AAAAAAAADE8/C_Di9NaWxP0/s1600/DSC_0381-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VEud_lgzPwE/TZ_Evc97jII/AAAAAAAADE8/C_Di9NaWxP0/s640/DSC_0381-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593405581726289026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is especially fun when the weather is gorgeous and the evening can be spent outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bjKkFisLBdk/TZ_C_J-s1WI/AAAAAAAADEs/ciRlMFo4ZPU/s1600/DSC_0370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bjKkFisLBdk/TZ_C_J-s1WI/AAAAAAAADEs/ciRlMFo4ZPU/s640/DSC_0370.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593403652483896674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-raUJOzoGaPY/TZ_CyrrkW8I/AAAAAAAADEk/UbRD1yaLdu4/s1600/DSC_0385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-raUJOzoGaPY/TZ_CyrrkW8I/AAAAAAAADEk/UbRD1yaLdu4/s640/DSC_0385.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593403438192155586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to sit and watch it all go down, who plays with who, and what elaborate pretend scenarios they come up with.  Tonight Camryn started out with Simon, eating their pancake dinner atop the playhouse roof {bad idea with drinks they found out}...but by the end of the night, she and Clare were playing house upstairs by themselves.  All the dolls out, rocking them and putting them to sleep.  It was precious, and Clare was in heaven!  No one in our family plays like that with her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooklyn and Simon often end up together, and tonight was no exception.  She suggested Wii, and of course he was all about that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2ksV7esvhtU/TZ_CVHvTwBI/AAAAAAAADEc/JXRZ6MB1C0g/s1600/DSC_0390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2ksV7esvhtU/TZ_CVHvTwBI/AAAAAAAADEc/JXRZ6MB1C0g/s640/DSC_0390.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593402930327961618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the first-borns and Dave played some version of HORSE.  Dave won't tell me who won. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yf5lJZ6ULiM/TZ_CK9-MRgI/AAAAAAAADEU/F0R6ERp8fFk/s1600/DSC_0382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yf5lJZ6ULiM/TZ_CK9-MRgI/AAAAAAAADEU/F0R6ERp8fFk/s640/DSC_0382.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593402755907339778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yO-STFvP7P8/TZ_A5tLSGKI/AAAAAAAADEM/8QUhaXkAilc/s1600/DSC_0388-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yO-STFvP7P8/TZ_A5tLSGKI/AAAAAAAADEM/8QUhaXkAilc/s640/DSC_0388-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593401359829440674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date nights make my heart happy.  When we go out, yes, but we when stay in too.  The friendships our kiddos have developed through these years are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;priceless&lt;/span&gt;.  And they are all just a lot of fun to be around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t5pDNer52ko/TZ-__oeG_NI/AAAAAAAADD8/4bXF-OHFOAs/s1600/DSC_0378-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t5pDNer52ko/TZ-__oeG_NI/AAAAAAAADD8/4bXF-OHFOAs/s640/DSC_0378-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593400362133814482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing with my list of thanks!  The Lord is good, and reflecting on the blessing that date has been in our lives reminds me of all the other things I've noticed this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55.  Spring and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hope&lt;/span&gt; that it brings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56.  A lawn greening up in just a few short days - its mowing season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57.  Farm work day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58.  The preciousness of a family working together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59.  A place for the boys to run and play all day, covered in mud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60.  Open windows at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61.  Bible study in our home again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62.  A reason to make cookies :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63.  25 free preschool chairs - God's loving provision!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64.  The amazing power of God seen in 80 mph winds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65.  A swing set still standing (so many families we know lost theirs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66.  19 weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67.  More good days now than bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68.  Sweet little kicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69.  Sono scheduled for Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your guess?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-5896197222719329848?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/5896197222719329848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=5896197222719329848' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/5896197222719329848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/5896197222719329848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2011/04/its-friday-and-that-means-date-night.html' title='It&apos;s a Friday and that means Date Night!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VEud_lgzPwE/TZ_Evc97jII/AAAAAAAADE8/C_Di9NaWxP0/s72-c/DSC_0381-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-6253678591823249223</id><published>2011-03-29T21:55:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T10:29:23.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Failures and Perspective</title><content type='html'>Last week was a gift.  Spring break - all my babies were home with me.  I had weaned off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zofran&lt;/span&gt;, and was feeling wonderful!  I couldn't even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; how amazing it felt just to have the energy to be out of bed all day and be able to fully participate in life.  It's been a long three months. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had company several times during the week, and hosted a baby shower one night.  I shot hoops with my boys for hours.  Friends stopped by, stayed awhile.  I was managing dinner instead of sending Dave for take-out.  :)  Every bit of my house was clean.  I was actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keeping up &lt;/span&gt;with things around here.  It was magical!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, it was just normal stuff {the kind of ordinary days I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-pregnancy}, but I couldn't stop reveling in the beauty of the life the Lord has blessed me with.  It was like I was seeing things through new eyes....maybe I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Saturday brought nausea again, I was determined to press forward anyway with plans for a girls night out with some of my dear friends.  Dave convinced me take a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zofran&lt;/span&gt;, despite how much I wanted to be off those wretched things.  I managed to make it through the night, and had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;such&lt;/span&gt; a good time...pedicures at a salon, antique shopping and dinner at Teller's.  But I probably wasn't the best of company, since I couldn't eat {and made frequent trips to the bathroom...ugh!}...by the end of the night, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knew&lt;/span&gt; it was getting bad and I needed to go back on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was more of the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled myself out of bed anyway, downed some more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;, and made it to church.  Dave suggested I stay home, but I was just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;longing&lt;/span&gt; for encouragement.  Needing to hear from God.  Feeling nauseous and puking again was disappointing - one week and I had completely changed my expectations for how my days would go.  I should know by now not to form expectations about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; while pregnant. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were late, but we hurried in and I just collapsed on the second row...hardly any seats left when you show up late!  Dave headed straight for the front since he was leading adult Sunday School.  We're going through the book of Matthew right now, and this week he was going to finally finish chapter 17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During his message, he shared a simple thought about the Lord Jesus that really struck me.  At the end of the chapter, Peter is asked if His Master should pay the temple tax, and Jesus questions his answer to the tax collectors.  He had just shown Himself in His glory to him and James and John on the mount of transfiguration.  When they came back down, immediately Jesus was faced with the failures and frustrations of His disciples.  They couldn't heal the boy with the demon, and He explained how the Lord's work requires intimacy with the Father and self-denial ... and then pointed them to what they should &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; focus on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-23723"&gt;22&lt;/sup&gt; When they came together in Galilee, he said to them, &lt;span class="woj" style=""&gt;“The Son of Man is going to be delivered into the hands of men.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="woj" style=""&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-23724"&gt;23&lt;/sup&gt; They will kill him, and on the third day he will be raised to life.”&lt;/span&gt; And the disciples were filled with grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of their discouragement and failure, He wanted them to take joy in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His&lt;/span&gt; perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, all they saw was a reason to sorrow.  {The disciples were apparently people like me...ha!  A tad short sighted and easily pessimistic...}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after that is the portion where the tax collectors approach Peter and ask him if Jesus paid the temple tax.  Being the Son of God, He shouldn't have needed to pay the tax - and Jesus gently rebukes Peter for his lack of defense for Him.  But I love what He says next -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="woj" style=""&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-23728"&gt;27&lt;/sup&gt;  “But so that we may not cause offense, go to the lake and throw out  your line. Take the first fish you catch; open its mouth and you will  find a four-drachma coin. Take it and give it to them for my tax and  yours.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave brought out the point that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;statistically&lt;/span&gt; the odds were beyond impossible of Peter finding that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one fish&lt;/span&gt; that had the coin in its mouth.  Why didn't Jesus just hand Peter a coin to pay the tax?  Why send him on a seemingly crazy task?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems very precious to me that the Lord Jesus showed Himself to Peter in this way.  Despite the bigger picture and His plan of salvation that included His death, the Lord cared about the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyday&lt;/span&gt; things in Peter's life too.  And He showed Himself able to do the improbable...with just His spoken word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I sat there on the second row, and felt the same encouragement that Peter must have felt all those years ago when he pulled his line in and checked the mouth of that fish.  My God is a God of the impossible!  And He cares...even about my earthly troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, He has a bigger plan, and yes, He wants me to grasp it. But He also wants to meet my needs in ways that blow me away.  To show Himself faithful in my every day life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get me through these impossible days.  When I am throwing up and spent, and pink eye rages through the family, and then some new virus strikes.  When my human tendency is to sorrow and say, "I can't do this!" and lift my eyes from my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;apparent&lt;/span&gt; failure and show me instead His greater perspective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-6253678591823249223?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/6253678591823249223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=6253678591823249223' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/6253678591823249223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/6253678591823249223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2011/03/failures-and-perspective.html' title='Failures and Perspective'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-5827016172800406964</id><published>2011-03-20T08:31:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T09:56:58.598-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simon'/><title type='text'>Simon turns 5!</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago we celebrated Simon's birthday at the gymnastics place in town.  A few friends and family {Grandma and Grandpa Renes were in town}, cupcakes with sprinkles, and a medal for the birthday boy - the perfect 5 year old party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KtXRJjAOo44/TYYTDi29pQI/AAAAAAAADDE/kdKJRNeaw7I/s1600/DSC_0323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KtXRJjAOo44/TYYTDi29pQI/AAAAAAAADDE/kdKJRNeaw7I/s640/DSC_0323.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586173339417552130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a difference a year makes in a young boy's life...I love looking back on my kids' birthdays and thinking about how much they have changed and grown up.  In many ways Simon is still my cuddly little boy {and I am going to miss him so much next year when he goes to school!}, but he is undeniably maturing, moving past the toddler stage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd see the day something replaced his love of the Cars movie, but Star Wars and Legos have taken over...in one short year.  The box of Cars sits in the storage room in the basement, only pulled out for younger cousins now.  Kinda makes me sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OmULA2hcDJs/TYYWLzTstZI/AAAAAAAADDs/ATrJH5B8o88/s1600/DSC_0324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OmULA2hcDJs/TYYWLzTstZI/AAAAAAAADDs/ATrJH5B8o88/s640/DSC_0324.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586176779806881170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I describe the sweetness that is Simon?  Even at 5, he still asks to snuggle with me.  He is quick to offer hugs...to offer to help me make dinner.  He is naturally affectionate with others.  Already I think he will make a sweet husband someday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And his smile...it just lights up his face and his eyes crinkle and disappear.  I love Simon's smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he is nothing if not fiercely competitive, but even in that, we've watched him grow up a little this year.  Not so quick to throw a punch if the game doesn't go his way.  Learning to work it out with words {if I had a dollar for every time I have reminded him to do this...}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IukWA_2uotQ/TYYUlbOrf7I/AAAAAAAADDc/X9UQW6EBMHo/s1600/DSC_0329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IukWA_2uotQ/TYYUlbOrf7I/AAAAAAAADDc/X9UQW6EBMHo/s640/DSC_0329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586175020996722610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We attended Kindergarten Round Up a couple weeks ago, and it was such an exciting day for him.  He is so ready to go and learn, and I am starting to get really excited for him.  A year ago I was a little skeptical, I just couldn't imagine him being ready to leave my watch for that long.  He has just been a squirrelly kid!  Couldn't keep his hands to himself AT ALL!  But watching him with other pre-kindergartners the other day I realized, he is ready...so ready.  Praise the Lord for a little maturity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nbwUoz2qhH8/TYYVfyaV5FI/AAAAAAAADDk/6cIz4s2iyOs/s1600/DSC_0334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nbwUoz2qhH8/TYYVfyaV5FI/AAAAAAAADDk/6cIz4s2iyOs/s640/DSC_0334.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586176023652066386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually he is our healthy kid, but today Simon is home from church with a sore throat.  And I am enjoying his cuddles. :)  We're looking through his Star Wars Lego sticker book that he got for his birthday and remembering his gymnastics party fun.  I just love my sweet little boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-5827016172800406964?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/5827016172800406964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=5827016172800406964' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/5827016172800406964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/5827016172800406964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2011/03/simon-turns-5.html' title='Simon turns 5!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KtXRJjAOo44/TYYTDi29pQI/AAAAAAAADDE/kdKJRNeaw7I/s72-c/DSC_0323.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-6062036103565733432</id><published>2011-03-10T15:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T16:17:15.204-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1000 Gifts'/><title type='text'>Midday rest for the Mama</title><content type='html'>The temp on my computer reads 54, and my bedroom windows are open - a real taste of spring!  That, and the fact that my boys are playing happily in the backyard together, concocting up some sort of pirate scheme complete with eye patches and drawn treasure maps, last I heard.  I have missed our backyard so much this winter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile Clare sleeps on, wonderful napper that she is.  She needs it today - she's had a little fever and just not been herself.  Poor baby.  She's ready for spring too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exglLf3XUzQ/TXk_vV01PaI/AAAAAAAADCs/XPV6mdDZgPY/s1600/DSC_0338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exglLf3XUzQ/TXk_vV01PaI/AAAAAAAADCs/XPV6mdDZgPY/s640/DSC_0338.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582563295647579554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 15 weeks tomorrow {I think}, and definitely starting to feel better.  Still quite dependent on Zofran some days, but others I can get by with just one pill or half and almost feel normal.  My energy levels have picked up this last week, and I'm actually doing some simple cooking and cleaning and exercising again.  And it feels amazing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, I still have some days that are 1st trimester all over again {usually when I've had a busy weekend or been on my feet all day the day before}, but having some break in the sickness is such a relief. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people have prayed for me, and helped me out during this time...and I am so very thankful.  I long to be the one who can offer help again, instead of always being on the receiving end.  It's a rather humbling place to be. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But it has been special too, to be ministered to.  To see the Holy Spirit whispering in someone else's ear about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; - to feel the Lord's care for me in a real &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;physical&lt;/span&gt; way - it has given me so much encouragement.  Really, I am seeing how much this practical *meeting the needs of the saints* thing matters, how necessary it is to lift up the weak ones in our group of believers, to do everything we can to keep them going.    When we're struggling, we need to feel the Lord's care, and often He chooses to show it to us through &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who listen to the prompting of the Holy Spirit and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obey&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-avrDQzu41WM/TXk_3GshYRI/AAAAAAAADC0/Q_KZy-46Jz8/s1600/DSC_0337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-avrDQzu41WM/TXk_3GshYRI/AAAAAAAADC0/Q_KZy-46Jz8/s640/DSC_0337.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582563429025145106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I'm thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.  Glimpses of normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.  1 Zofran days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.  God's Word written so many years ago - alive and essential to my everyday life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.  Date night starting up again - sweet friends reunited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43.  A bedroom {and ajoining bathroom} to relax in - it is beautiful! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44.  A husband who paints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45.  A changing shape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46.  Hearing my love teach the Word of God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47.  The preciousness of the legacy of Don Schonberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48.  The generations who follow the Lord because a man chose to lead well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49.  Online job charts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50.  Work ethics being developed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51.  Watching my oldest sweep and mop the kitchen today - what?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52.  A ready kindergartner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53.  A school we love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54.  The body of Christ - and what that means practically&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-6062036103565733432?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/6062036103565733432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=6062036103565733432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/6062036103565733432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/6062036103565733432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2011/03/midday-rest-for-mama.html' title='Midday rest for the Mama'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exglLf3XUzQ/TXk_vV01PaI/AAAAAAAADCs/XPV6mdDZgPY/s72-c/DSC_0338.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-5352814697374289077</id><published>2011-02-24T20:50:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T23:31:51.895-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You're the Potter...I'm the Clay</title><content type='html'>Going through pics tonight, and I came across these ones of Matt and Erica's wedding a few months ago.  So fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qkF2hNYR2pM/TWce363PMrI/AAAAAAAADCk/Owrpd9oJ4YA/s1600/DSC_0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qkF2hNYR2pM/TWce363PMrI/AAAAAAAADCk/Owrpd9oJ4YA/s640/DSC_0057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577460609564226226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TEFbKI6vJWc/TWceqVGNi2I/AAAAAAAADCc/_vBqyX2MzMY/s1600/DSC_0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TEFbKI6vJWc/TWceqVGNi2I/AAAAAAAADCc/_vBqyX2MzMY/s640/DSC_0059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577460376088185698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's baby week 12.  Can hardly believe it! :)  In a way, these first trimester weeks are flying by, a blur of similar days.  I wake up feeling great, attempt to get as much done before noon as I can, because I become pretty useless after that.  But I've had a few really good days mixed in there, and twice this week I got dinner on the table.  {Dave and I exchanged high fives, and then I collapsed to my nightly spot in bed, but still...an accomplishment} He has really held down the fort around here, in a way that I would never have imagined him capable of, back in our early years of marriage.  Sweet, sweet Dave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the glimpses of second trimester I've experienced recently, my mind has been playing funny tricks on me.  Swirling thoughts...  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can I really do this?  Remember what the last pregnancy was like?  I feel so bad for being so sick all the time...how are my other 3 kiddos going to fare through all of this??  And for that matter, how am I ever going to manage 4 kids?  Holy cow!   &lt;/span&gt;It is all so very overwhelming to me.  {for the record, Dave laughs when I get like this...}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Bible study on Wednesday we were discussing Isaiah 44 and 45, and it was like the Lord bent down and answered me right there.  Assured me of His plan....through a plan of His so many years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord was announcing that He was choosing a man who hadn't even been born yet, Cyrus, King of Persia, to release God's people from exile (which hadn't even started yet) and rebuild His city.  Just one of many prophecies in the book of Isaiah.  Cyrus was divinely set apart by God for a purpose, even though he was a Gentile and initially wouldn't even acknowledge the One True God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I found especially encouraging was God's gentle rebuke to His people.  Maybe He knew how they would react to news of this prophecy, I don't know.  But He says this to them in 45:9,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woe to those who quarrel with their Maker,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   those who are nothing but potsherds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   among the potsherds on the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Does the clay say to the potter,&lt;br /&gt; ‘What are you making?’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Does your work say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   ‘The potter has no hands’?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“This is what the LORD says—&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   the Holy One of Israel, and its Maker:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Concerning things to come,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   do you question me about my children,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   or give me orders about the work of my hands?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is I who made the earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   and created mankind on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My own hands stretched out the heavens;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I marshaled their starry hosts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will raise up Cyrus in my righteousness:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   I will make all his ways straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He will rebuild my city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   and set my exiles free...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a gentle {or not so gentle} rebuke to me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This passage is quoted in the New Testament too, in Romans 9, in a discussion of God's sovereignty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But who are you, O man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to answer back to God? Will what is molded say to its molder, "Why have you made me like this?" Has the potter no right over the clay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read it many times over the course of my life, but the Lord used it Wednesday to remind me of my place...and to assure me of His plan.  Despite how inadequate I may feel, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He made me this way&lt;/span&gt; {morning sickness and all}, and He chose this job for me to do.  And He is the One who chooses...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not me&lt;/span&gt;.  I cannot tell you how freeing it was for me to dwell on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to wedding pics...what an amazing weekend it was!  We are truly so thankful for this girl the Lord brought into my brother's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnHkKknaawg/TWcd5lCBbzI/AAAAAAAADCU/Ckf8Fz-wlzE/s1600/DSC_0072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GnHkKknaawg/TWcd5lCBbzI/AAAAAAAADCU/Ckf8Fz-wlzE/s640/DSC_0072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577459538551992114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother built the structure in the center of the room, at his bride's request.  It turned out amazing, Matt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BHL6KScY1pM/TWcdbIw74sI/AAAAAAAADCM/u1h7w-n_9hA/s1600/DSC_0086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BHL6KScY1pM/TWcdbIw74sI/AAAAAAAADCM/u1h7w-n_9hA/s640/DSC_0086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577459015568057026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NVDm-gzN3Mo/TWcdGnYlwLI/AAAAAAAADCE/lfAGsIs3yhw/s1600/DSC_0083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NVDm-gzN3Mo/TWcdGnYlwLI/AAAAAAAADCE/lfAGsIs3yhw/s640/DSC_0083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577458663010189490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6zTCHzDPKGo/TWcc4w0RH-I/AAAAAAAADB8/xW3Ii9aHvs8/s1600/DSC_0106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6zTCHzDPKGo/TWcc4w0RH-I/AAAAAAAADB8/xW3Ii9aHvs8/s640/DSC_0106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577458425024028642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this shot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qyW8_1uD6FY/TWccYQIlRdI/AAAAAAAADB0/N35kCl1URKo/s1600/DSC_0111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qyW8_1uD6FY/TWccYQIlRdI/AAAAAAAADB0/N35kCl1URKo/s640/DSC_0111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577457866495051218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lJkr56_x-tU/TWcbxyiUKXI/AAAAAAAADBs/a0HDeHYT-Cw/s1600/DSC_0130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lJkr56_x-tU/TWcbxyiUKXI/AAAAAAAADBs/a0HDeHYT-Cw/s640/DSC_0130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577457205714889074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uTL114iv2B4/TWcbO2yIOuI/AAAAAAAADBk/J_QgOgsRovc/s1600/DSC_0128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uTL114iv2B4/TWcbO2yIOuI/AAAAAAAADBk/J_QgOgsRovc/s640/DSC_0128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577456605559536354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sweet guy has served us all in so many ways these last few months.  From making dinner after a long days of work, to running out for ice cream at all hours of the night.  Cleaning toilets, and changing diapers...and pulling off a church family night here last weekend.  Such a guy I married!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-5352814697374289077?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/5352814697374289077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=5352814697374289077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/5352814697374289077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/5352814697374289077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2011/02/youre-potterim-clay.html' title='You&apos;re the Potter...I&apos;m the Clay'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qkF2hNYR2pM/TWce363PMrI/AAAAAAAADCk/Owrpd9oJ4YA/s72-c/DSC_0057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-2802064407698714951</id><published>2011-02-16T13:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T14:49:34.943-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Humble thoughts</title><content type='html'>My house is a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are dirty clothes on every bedroom floor, and dishes in my sink.  My laundry is piled up high. Every time I look at the kitchen counter, all I see are the stuck on crumbs and sticky finger prints.  Crusted on to the stove top are the remains of last night's dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snapped my eyes shut and walked away, up here to my bed where I can lay still for a bit while Clare naps.  The mess is driving me crazy, yes, but I can't will myself to stay upright long enough to do anything about it.  And that is really saying something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnancies (at least these last 2) have a way of truly humbling me.  No matter how badly I want to keep up with things or push past the nausea, some days I just can't.  And it is a very dark place for me.  To be laid so low, so incapable.  I have wrestled with this in my mind, day after day, begging the Lord to help me submit to His will for my life &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;joyfully&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because He is allowing it, is He not?&lt;/span&gt;  And He loves me, and is working for my good.  I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; this.  But in the very dark moments, late at night when the *morning* sickness is at its worst, I am weak and I forget.  I'm kind of having deja vu here...oh yeah, &lt;a href="http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-quiet-moments.html"&gt;been there before I guess&lt;/a&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days before I discovered this new little life, Dave and I were thinking and praying about what God had for our future.  We both felt so very blessed and sure that He was leading us down a new road, that He had something new for us in store.  We were praying about what that might be, and excited about the possibilities.  Little did we know, He was already at work and intricately weaving our child's life, a fourth blessing.  This was an unexpected gift, yet such a far cry from what we thought this next year or two would hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, we attempted to mentally switch gears a little, to embrace this plan of His.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very thankful for a God who has a plan.  I'm especially thankful that He asks hard things of me, and that even if I wouldn't necessarily &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to walk down a hard road, He will nudge me along and teach me His ways.  How to live humbly.  To realize more fully all my inadequacies.  To beg for His help to do this job He has given me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually made it to Bible study this morning, and it was like a breath of fresh air.  Just to be surrounded by God's Word and others who love Him.  The book of Isaiah has been challenging and convicting, just what I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because sometimes when you're going through a trial, the fluff just doesn't cut it, you know?  You need to see God, to understand Him more, to catch a glimpse of His character.  You need to be reassured of His love.  And of His power and strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Isaiah 42, God says that for a long time He kept silent and held Himself back (v. 14).  He did not immediately punish His enemies, He did not immediately cast out His people when they stopped following His ways.  The Lord has ultimate self-control, and even when the circumstances are stormy and the trial is great, this does not reflect on His ability to calm the storm.  If He were as emotionally charged as I am, He would probably bend to any plea for relief that I might make.  But He waits...because He can hold Himself back and persevere to fulfill His plan.  He loves me enough to do what is best for me.  And ultimately for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;, for His glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is one thing I have been struck by in the book of Isaiah - God's glory.  It is so very important to Him!  Verse 8 says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am the LORD; that is My name!&lt;br /&gt;  I will not yield My glory to another&lt;br /&gt;  or My praise to idols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In chapter 44, God proclaims that He is the only God, that treasuring anything other than Him is worthless.  This is the irony of the situation, that we as humans would choose to essentially worship the things that we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; or accomplish or create, rather than the One who really deserves our praise. {For myself, keeping a home or making healthy, gourmet meals...or being a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt; mom}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is in the quiet moments, sometimes in the midst of a dark trial, that everything gets stripped away, and there is nothing left that we can &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; or perform, our strength is gone...and we become very aware of who we are before the Lord God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am counting on this broken little life to give Him glory.  At least, that is my prayer for this pregnancy, and this journey of motherhood.  For Him to strip away all that I can do or accomplish in my own strength and teach me more of Himself.  Because when I look back over my 32 years, the difficult periods of life have been the times of growth, when the Lord has seemed very near to me.  I haven't always understood what He is doing, nor do I have all the answers now, but He has always been faithful to me, and to His character. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding tight to that today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Clare just joined me in bed, and as we snuggled up together in post-nap sweetness, she noticed the wind was howling outside my window.  The wind is talkin', she says... I love 21 month olds. :) }&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/31922189-2802064407698714951?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/2802064407698714951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=2802064407698714951' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/2802064407698714951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/2802064407698714951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2011/02/humble-thoughts.html' title='Humble thoughts'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-4618386602848645387</id><published>2011-02-08T21:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T23:15:11.569-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1000 Gifts'/><title type='text'>This post is not for anyone with a weak stomach</title><content type='html'>She cried when I laid her down for her nap today.  That should have been my first clue.  My little girl who begs for naps...I can't remember the last time she cried when I laid her down, if ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several minutes I went and got her and put her in bed with me.  She seemed happy enough to watch Dora the Explorer on my laptop while I rested, but when I went downstairs to get ready to pick up Ethan from school, I heard her scream.  When I made it up the stairs, she was covered in puke.  Think curdled milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{This is where the story gets icky, but anyone who has ever experienced morning sickness or hyperemesis can probably relate.  It is bad news for an expecting mama to see puke/hear puke/touch puke.  At least for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; it is.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave was in Lawrence in a meeting, Ethan needed to be picked up from school in 24 minutes (the school is 15 min from my house), and I had some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;major&lt;/span&gt; clean-up on my hands.  Oh yes, and I was sobbing.  The only calories I had consumed all day were flushed down the toilet, and it left me pretty shaky.  I am ever so thankful for my friend Ashley, and her willingness to pick Ethan up and bring him home for me.  She is such a sweet friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a mess, I tell you.  A &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mess&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time Ashley dropped Ethan off, I had just finished cleaning the carpet, the mattress, bleaching the tub after Clare's bath, and the sheets were going in the washer.  Ethan walked in and said, "Mom, my throat hurts really bad!  It has hurt all day!"  And he laid down on the couch in fetal position.  He just finished his round of antibiotics for strep throat 2 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been the longest day I can remember in a good long while.  Longer than yesterday, even. :)  I held Clare most of the evening {and let's just say this afternoon &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; a fluke} and talked to the doctor's office in between cleaning her up, while Dave attempted dinner and a Dillons run to get ibuprofen.  As soon as the kids were in bed, we noticed the washing machine was leaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gotta have a working washing machine when the stomach flu hits.&lt;/span&gt; ;)  ...oh my...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as Dave was working on the washer, and I was attempting to remake our bed so I could lie down, I had this thought.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wow, things could have been so much worse&lt;/span&gt;.  Haha, no really, its true.  I am beyond exhausted now, yes, and 2 out of 3 kids are sick...but when I stop and think about the reality of the situation and all the Lord spared us from today, my perspective changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance...I am so thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.  A laptop that still works {the puke was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; so close, but not a drop on the keyboard}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.  A dependable friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.  A mattress that we were already planning to replace - no need to worry about that one, cleaned it the best I could but we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.  A middle child who rarely gets sick and knows how to play on his own when the going gets tough around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.  An email today, reminding us of our free period of the Starz movie channel.  Playing tonight:  Up and Planet 51.  Thank you, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.  2 extra hours to get my Azure order in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.  Dillons mashed potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.  A washing machine that leaked after my sheets were clean, not before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.  A handy husband who attempts to fix issues on his own {and sends me to bed}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.  Tomorrow:  a chance to stay home and hibernate in this blizzard.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there are more things to praise Him for, but my eyes are heavy now.  Janet posted this quote on fb today that sums it all up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"A  willing acceptance of all that God assigns and a glad surrender of all  that I am and have, constitute the key to receiving the gift of a quiet  heart." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Elliott, Keep a Quiet Heart, p. 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-4618386602848645387?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/4618386602848645387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=4618386602848645387' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/4618386602848645387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/4618386602848645387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-post-is-not-for-anyone-with-weak.html' title='This post is not for anyone with a weak stomach'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-8657144963646919881</id><published>2011-02-07T14:33:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T22:25:16.297-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1000 Gifts'/><title type='text'>At the end of the day...</title><content type='html'>Today has been long.  Dave got free tickets to the KU game, so I haven't seen him since he left this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done the evening routine with the kids in a couple months now, so tonight was a bit of a stretch for me, energy wise.  But it went smoothly, and when I was cuddled up with two boys, still damp from the bath, we just read and read.  They both laid a head on my shoulders when we prayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon wanted to know if I can feel the baby.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, amazingly enough, I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan wanted to know how big it is.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;About the size of a grape, E.&lt;/span&gt;  He cocks his head and thinks on that one for a bit.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are getting excited, and it is very sweet to watch.  Reminds me of how they prayed for a baby sister for so many months, and how much they both adore her now.  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Family is precious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things to be thankful for, but these are His blessings I've noticed today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Flowers in bloom, just days later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TVBYegehPmI/AAAAAAAADBU/3FmS0xD1wZ4/s1600/DSC_0307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TVBYegehPmI/AAAAAAAADBU/3FmS0xD1wZ4/s640/DSC_0307.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571050020194565730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Faithful friends who pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.  Grace to make it through the difficult task I was worried about this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.  Dinner in the crockpot by 9 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. The energy to make yogurt this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TVBX7dsCTAI/AAAAAAAADBE/ZWz8p-ZIKE4/s1600/DSC_0313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TVBX7dsCTAI/AAAAAAAADBE/ZWz8p-ZIKE4/s640/DSC_0313.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571049418150530050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. And pumpkin bread too.  Haven't baked in a good long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TVBXsM7Kg7I/AAAAAAAADA8/7kt9scO5GZk/s1600/DSC_0316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TVBXsM7Kg7I/AAAAAAAADA8/7kt9scO5GZk/s640/DSC_0316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571049155952542642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.  Mornings without morning sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.  Evenings are a different story, but even then, there is grace.  And zofran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.  An engineer husband, passing on his skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TVBXdOMGXUI/AAAAAAAADA0/m8o3V299y6k/s1600/DSC_0322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TVBXdOMGXUI/AAAAAAAADA0/m8o3V299y6k/s640/DSC_0322.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571048898593971522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.  A tiny heart, beating steady.  We are so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TVBXOiiB0WI/AAAAAAAADAs/-GbcHPrQ8WY/s1600/DSC_0297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TVBXOiiB0WI/AAAAAAAADAs/-GbcHPrQ8WY/s640/DSC_0297.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571048646356619618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joining...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i242.photobucket.com/albums/ff162/annvoskamp/multitudesonmondaysbutton2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/31922189-8657144963646919881?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/8657144963646919881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=8657144963646919881' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/8657144963646919881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/8657144963646919881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2011/02/at-end-of-day.html' title='At the end of the day...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TVBYegehPmI/AAAAAAAADBU/3FmS0xD1wZ4/s72-c/DSC_0307.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-8730922731692783171</id><published>2011-02-02T12:02:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T13:58:20.464-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1000 Gifts'/><title type='text'>Beginning to write them down</title><content type='html'>Reading &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/One-Thousand-Gifts-Fully-Right/dp/0310321913/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1296673156&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Ann's book&lt;/a&gt; has inspired me to record the little things I am thankful for, an exercise in learning the discipline of gratefulness.  Because I want my perspective to be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;His perspective&lt;/span&gt;.  To see the day, the moment, as He sees it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{A Christmas ago, Dave bought me Nancy Lee DeMoss' book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Choosing Gratitude:  Your Journey to Joy&lt;/span&gt; on a whim, and it was just what I needed to read.  It is very much the same message as 1000 Gifts.  Both authors encourage practicing thankfulness, to make it the habit of your life.  And truly, this has been life-changing for me - to look for His hand, the good, in all circumstances.  It brings so much peace and contentment...and joy!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read through my blog a few weeks ago and was inspired again to keep recording our little lives and the things the Lord has been teaching me.  I forget so quickly...and this journaling that I've done so far is important.  So that I can look back and really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;see&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I'm thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quiet times {that aren't really quiet} when my oldest wants to join me.  He is reading through John.  Precious!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sharing with each other what the Lord showed us in our reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TUme1q9U-SI/AAAAAAAADAM/z215I8vlOmg/s1600/DSC_0271-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TUme1q9U-SI/AAAAAAAADAM/z215I8vlOmg/s630/DSC_0271-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569157059122100514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Asking the Lord to help us submit to the Holy Spirit today (Galations 5), and talking about what that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Winter whites, shooting up on the table.  Planted only a week and a half ago!  Every day we watch them grow a little and we are amazed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TUmfIC_NFZI/AAAAAAAADAU/jq0D9TfnJ3s/s1600/DSC_0277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TUmfIC_NFZI/AAAAAAAADAU/jq0D9TfnJ3s/s630/DSC_0277.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569157374810068370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Messages from boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TUmgZJUwscI/AAAAAAAADAk/dXOnORsqpDU/s1600/DSC_0279-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TUmgZJUwscI/AAAAAAAADAk/dXOnORsqpDU/s630/DSC_0279-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569158768080499138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A hard day, opportunity to work on someone's heart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The cheerful obedience that follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Basil growing up tall.  I can't wait to have a garden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TUmd3zqm6wI/AAAAAAAAC_0/D8LvwjVVIQk/s1600/DSC_0278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TUmd3zqm6wI/AAAAAAAAC_0/D8LvwjVVIQk/s630/DSC_0278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569155996307614466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first blizzard I can remember.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Passion tea from Starbucks, and sweet friends that drop it by and stay awhile.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dave home early.  Never happens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The offer of a snow blower from a neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snow days, now 5 this year already.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Choosing fun over chores...snow icecream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TUmdjKF_02I/AAAAAAAAC_k/onbJIW7h0BM/s1600/DSC_0283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TUmdjKF_02I/AAAAAAAAC_k/onbJIW7h0BM/s630/DSC_0283.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569155641550820194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A daughter to raid her daddy's candy drawer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TUmdYrnpNnI/AAAAAAAAC_c/Ccefcimq004/s1600/DSC_0285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TUmdYrnpNnI/AAAAAAAAC_c/Ccefcimq004/s630/DSC_0285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569155461571753586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beautiful children.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brothers who love each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TUmcfWVRvWI/AAAAAAAAC_M/TtyELCfKm44/s1600/DSC_0291-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TUmcfWVRvWI/AAAAAAAAC_M/TtyELCfKm44/s630/DSC_0291-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569154476605029730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Netflix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A husband who helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And children who do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TUmfu-8KQbI/AAAAAAAADAc/_jsQsXq9xnU/s1600/DSC_0290-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TUmfu-8KQbI/AAAAAAAADAc/_jsQsXq9xnU/s630/DSC_0290-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569158043738456498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The Lord looks from heaven;&lt;br /&gt;He sees all the sons of men...&lt;br /&gt;He fashions their hearts individually;&lt;br /&gt;He considers all their works.&lt;br /&gt;Behold, the eye of the Lord is on those who fear Him,&lt;br /&gt;on those who hope in His mercy...&lt;br /&gt;our soul waits for the Lord;&lt;br /&gt;He is our help and our shield.&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;our heart shall rejoice in Him,&lt;br /&gt;Because we have trusted in His holy name.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 33:13-21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;Anything  less than gratitude and trust is practical atheism. Are stress and  worry evidences of a soul too lazy, too undisciplined, to keep gaze  fixed on God? ...Isn't joy worth the effort of trust?  - Ann Voskamp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joining...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i242.photobucket.com/albums/ff162/annvoskamp/multitudesonmondaysbutton2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/31922189-8730922731692783171?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/8730922731692783171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=8730922731692783171' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/8730922731692783171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/8730922731692783171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2011/02/beginning-to-write-them-down.html' title='Beginning to write them down'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TUme1q9U-SI/AAAAAAAADAM/z215I8vlOmg/s72-c/DSC_0271-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-2306544393744078272</id><published>2011-01-28T13:34:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T14:07:14.542-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day by Day</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about this hymn today, and what a comfort it has been to me in a few of the very dark hours of my life.  Where would I be without the faithfulness of the Lord and His dependability by His very nature?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned to not look ahead to the future, but to just trust Him for strength today for what He brings.  And He has never let me down.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TUMf9dNy9jI/AAAAAAAAC-4/-RrxESmtiGU/s1600/DSC_0241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TUMf9dNy9jI/AAAAAAAAC-4/-RrxESmtiGU/s576/DSC_0241.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567328705035040306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Day by day, and with each passing moment,&lt;br /&gt;Strength I find to meet my trials here;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Trusting in my Father's wise bestowment,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've no cause for worry or for fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He, whose heart is kind beyond all measure,&lt;br /&gt;Gives unto each day &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what He deems best&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Lovingly its part of pain and pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;Mingling toil with peace and rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TUMfnhaz2FI/AAAAAAAAC-w/yiSocoZUkBA/s1600/DSC_0081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TUMfnhaz2FI/AAAAAAAAC-w/yiSocoZUkBA/s576/DSC_0081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567328328206243922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day the Lord Himself is near me,&lt;br /&gt;With a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;special mercy for each hour&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;All my cares He fain would bear and cheer me,&lt;br /&gt;He whose name is Counselor and Power.&lt;br /&gt;The protection of His child and treasure&lt;br /&gt;Is a charge that on Himself He laid;&lt;br /&gt;"As thy days, thy strength shall be in measure,"&lt;br /&gt;This the pledge to me He made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TUMgrlN-CbI/AAAAAAAAC_A/1DXDJ2unBI4/s1600/DSC_0194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TUMgrlN-CbI/AAAAAAAAC_A/1DXDJ2unBI4/s576/DSC_0194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567329497457232306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me then, in every tribulation,&lt;br /&gt;So to trust Thy promises, O Lord,&lt;br /&gt;That I lose not faith's sweet consolation,&lt;br /&gt;Offered me within Thy holy Word.&lt;br /&gt;Help me, Lord, when toil and trouble meeting,&lt;br /&gt;E'er to take, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;as from a father's hand&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;One by one, the days, the moments fleeting,&lt;br /&gt;Till with Christ the Lord I stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-2306544393744078272?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/2306544393744078272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=2306544393744078272' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/2306544393744078272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/2306544393744078272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2011/01/day-by-day.html' title='Day by Day'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TUMf9dNy9jI/AAAAAAAAC-4/-RrxESmtiGU/s72-c/DSC_0241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-8667847357463614773</id><published>2011-01-26T21:30:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T22:46:11.446-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Let Go</title><content type='html'>I'm currently reading &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/One-Thousand-Gifts-Fully-Right/dp/0310321913/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1296099136&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;One Thousand Gifts:  A Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are&lt;/a&gt; by Ann Voskamp.  I bought it for my iphone kindle app, so its in digital form.  This is a handy way to read, for a mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can read at night, after the lights are out. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; This&lt;/span&gt;  is what I needed when I was ten, so I didn't get busted by my sister  for reading by the nightlight.  Or the neighbor for that matter (he  seriously told my mom that he saw my bedroom light on at 2 am.)  Die hard  reader, what can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TUDm_es2FJI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/iGP83FXYqXw/s1600/DSC_0214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TUDm_es2FJI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/iGP83FXYqXw/s576/DSC_0214.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566703117677237394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have really appreciated Ann's words about &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;giving thanks&lt;/span&gt;,  in all things - this is something the Lord has been teaching me and it  has changed my life over the course of the last year.  A way to find joy  in the day to day, to accept all circumstances as from Him.  It's the  way to really live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TUDoAv45jbI/AAAAAAAAC-o/-HovcFC2hZU/s1600/DSC_0171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TUDoAv45jbI/AAAAAAAAC-o/-HovcFC2hZU/s576/DSC_0171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566704238982696370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the more we deliberately notice the blessings He gives, the more we come to trust Him and see how much He loves us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought from the book that really struck me tonight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Humbly let go&lt;/span&gt;.  Let go of trying to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;,  let go of trying to control...let go of my own way, let go of my own  fears.  Let God blow His wind, His trials, oxygen for joy's fire.  Leave  the hand open and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt;.  Be at peace.  Bend the knee and be small and let God give what God chooses to give because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He only gives love&lt;/span&gt; and whisper surprised thanks.  This is the fuel for joy's flame.  Fullness of joy is discovered only in the emptying of will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TUDnNpVBQOI/AAAAAAAAC-g/VrQXefKZBB0/s1600/DSC_0210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TUDnNpVBQOI/AAAAAAAAC-g/VrQXefKZBB0/s576/DSC_0210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566703361048264930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of thanks, we loved this Christmas with our kids.  It was encouraging to us to see their genuine appreciation and enthusiasm for the gifts we had chosen for them.  Can't help but think that the Lord enjoys a thankful heart far more than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give thanks to the Lord of Lords&lt;br /&gt;His faithful love endures forever.&lt;br /&gt;Give thanks to Him who alone does mighty miracles.&lt;br /&gt;His faithful love endures forever.&lt;br /&gt;Give thanks to Him who made the heavens so skillfully.&lt;br /&gt;His faithful love endures forever.&lt;br /&gt;Give thanks to Him who placed the earth among the waters.&lt;br /&gt;His faithful love endures forever.&lt;br /&gt;Give thanks to Him who made the heavenly lights -&lt;br /&gt;His faithful love endures forever."&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 136:3-7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-8667847357463614773?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/8667847357463614773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=8667847357463614773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/8667847357463614773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/8667847357463614773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2011/01/let-go.html' title='Let Go'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TUDm_es2FJI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/iGP83FXYqXw/s72-c/DSC_0214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-3163316671841721744</id><published>2011-01-10T22:45:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T23:39:23.403-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>The most perfect Monday ever (at least in a kid's mind)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TSvmq5Q1c7I/AAAAAAAAC-M/A4wZaPB2RO4/s1600/DSC_0267-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TSvmq5Q1c7I/AAAAAAAAC-M/A4wZaPB2RO4/s576/DSC_0267-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560791789519336370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we got our &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;first real snow of the winter&lt;/span&gt;, somewhere close to a foot, and school was canceled accordingly.  Every little boy's dream come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TSvkv1ijGYI/AAAAAAAAC90/iVxXW-tCacA/s1600/DSC_0244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TSvkv1ijGYI/AAAAAAAAC90/iVxXW-tCacA/s576/DSC_0244.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560789675395979650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clare was determined to go out this year, even though I tried to keep her in.  Even ventured down the block a few houses and met some neighbors and their dog, her current obsession.  Goggies, she calls them.  She has no fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TSvkYoE540I/AAAAAAAAC9s/cuubZTrGOOk/s1600/DSC_0263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TSvkYoE540I/AAAAAAAAC9s/cuubZTrGOOk/s576/DSC_0263.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560789276644991810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only snow could draw this boy away from his beloved wii. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TSvmG4S311I/AAAAAAAAC-E/9yfl0hgjOIE/s1600/DSC_0268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TSvmG4S311I/AAAAAAAAC-E/9yfl0hgjOIE/s576/DSC_0268.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560791170784155474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She probably ate way too much of the powdery stuff.  I have to admit, I just thought it was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TSvi0iSwg2I/AAAAAAAAC9c/IaeTzUH0u2E/s1600/DSC_0246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TSvi0iSwg2I/AAAAAAAAC9c/IaeTzUH0u2E/s576/DSC_0246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560787557105566562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys were *snowboarding* down our driveway on their sleds.  I tried not to look.  Being the mom of boys has required me to bite my tongue on many occasions, this was definitely one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At least it wasn't as dangerous as what the neighbors were doing - flying around the block pulling 2 kids on sleds behind their truck.  Um yeah. (but my boys thought it was pretty sweet!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TSvh7iyetJI/AAAAAAAAC9U/C8szs5AJ2Xs/s1600/DSC_0258-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TSvh7iyetJI/AAAAAAAAC9U/C8szs5AJ2Xs/s576/DSC_0258-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560786577986073746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;world's sweetest kids&lt;/span&gt;.  Did you know that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TSvhMW4in_I/AAAAAAAAC9E/hAsaxyu-X_Y/s1600/DSC_0266-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TSvhMW4in_I/AAAAAAAAC9E/hAsaxyu-X_Y/s576/DSC_0266-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560785767336419314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's supposed to snow all night, and we just got word that tomorrow is a snow day too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-3163316671841721744?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/3163316671841721744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=3163316671841721744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/3163316671841721744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/3163316671841721744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2011/01/most-perfect-monday-ever-at-least-in.html' title='The most perfect Monday ever (at least in a kid&apos;s mind)'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TSvmq5Q1c7I/AAAAAAAAC-M/A4wZaPB2RO4/s72-c/DSC_0267-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-8568482869961520132</id><published>2010-12-08T09:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T10:42:05.830-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simon'/><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm in the basement, *watching* Simon play Star Wars on the wii.  This is his love language, I think...or at least, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;...or closeness...something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't want to be alone.  But he is perfectly content to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;play&lt;/span&gt; alone, provided that someone - even Clare - is in the same room.  He's a funny kid.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I've said no to a lot of commitments this year in order to just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; with the kids&lt;/span&gt;, and it has been a very good thing.  Sitting and talking, reading books together, playing on the floor with them...they crave this.  And it isn't always possible when I am running around, always late to something and cranky because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly every week an opportunity presents itself to add something to our schedule.  Leadership opportunities, Bible studies, business ventures, play dates, sports, moms night out....I have had to weigh things very carefully this year.  It is hard to say no to a good thing!  But sometimes saying no to a good thing frees us up for what is best.  It is a difficult balance for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm realizing more and more that my attitude sets the tone for our home&lt;/span&gt;, and when I am stressed because of things I'm doing, I'm not the mom I want to be.  Not the mom &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the Lord&lt;/span&gt; wants me to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TP-q55W7XeI/AAAAAAAAC8o/CdZw_OATVSo/s1600/DSC_0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TP-q55W7XeI/AAAAAAAAC8o/CdZw_OATVSo/s576/DSC_0020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548341177569992162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pics from Reagan's baby shower a few weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has been a gift, in that way.  So much less stress, so much more time to just grow closer to my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TP-rQhzcbMI/AAAAAAAAC8w/BudHD9m5WYw/s1600/DSC_0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TP-rQhzcbMI/AAAAAAAAC8w/BudHD9m5WYw/s576/DSC_0023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548341566384139458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Next year Simon goes to kindergarten&lt;/span&gt;.  I can hardly believe he is old enough for that!  School means less time here, so the time we do have together is a precious commodity.  A friend of mine gave me some good advice, and I've been attempting to practice it.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;She said to have everything done - cleaning, dinner prep, bills, etc.. - by the time school was out&lt;/span&gt;.  That way you can really focus on your child when they get home from school.  Find out what what is going &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inside&lt;/span&gt;, and what struggles they are facing.  Seems really common sense, but it was so helpful for me to have that as my goal.  To be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;done&lt;/span&gt; for the day...so that Ethan knows that when he gets home, I have time to talk!  I am available...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and next year it will be Simon going to school too... sob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just beat Darth Maul!!!!  Oh the excitement!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this kid! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-8568482869961520132?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/8568482869961520132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=8568482869961520132' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/8568482869961520132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/8568482869961520132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2010/12/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TP-q55W7XeI/AAAAAAAAC8o/CdZw_OATVSo/s72-c/DSC_0020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-8459008940426648332</id><published>2010-11-29T14:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T14:38:34.484-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday thoughts</title><content type='html'>Almost December...its a busy time of year!  We made it through Thanksgiving, traveling to my parents' and then hosting Dave's family, and some wonderful days of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just us&lt;/span&gt; too.  We have reached the stage in family life where time together with just the 5 of us is really, really fun!  Playing games or wii together, talking, laughing...I am very thankful for this.  As much as I love my babies, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I love the relationship that age brings&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should be a quieter week, I think.  Today has been anyway.  Time to read my Bible and plan the meals while little people play, no urgent chores or events to rush off to.  Dinner is in the oven, and we'll pick up Ethan from school before too long.  Days like this are such a gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for fun...a few pics from Halloween.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TPQMRhH1adI/AAAAAAAAC8g/Cw4X8oohRTY/s1600/DSC_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TPQMRhH1adI/AAAAAAAAC8g/Cw4X8oohRTY/s576/DSC_0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545070536288463314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TPQMDAoOMZI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/UwRWwseMdN0/s1600/DSC_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TPQMDAoOMZI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/UwRWwseMdN0/s576/DSC_0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545070287047766418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-8459008940426648332?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/8459008940426648332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=8459008940426648332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/8459008940426648332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/8459008940426648332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2010/11/monday-thoughts.html' title='Monday thoughts'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TPQMRhH1adI/AAAAAAAAC8g/Cw4X8oohRTY/s72-c/DSC_0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-155919328609106304</id><published>2010-11-23T22:04:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T23:27:56.902-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunch of Pilgrims</title><content type='html'>I was able to help in Ethan's class today. Love, love, LOVE to do this!  Someday when all my kids are in school I want to be up there way more than I am now, but for the time being, I volunteer when I can find a sitter for Clare (she's not the quietest kid!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1st grade Thanksgiving Party&lt;/span&gt;, and Simon and I were in charge of bringing the stuff to make mini cornbread muffins. It is so much fun to be in the classroom and get to know E's friends.  They are just so cute!  Simon just sits and takes it all in...probably thinking about his turn to go to school. ;)  It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; look pretty dreamy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TOySmMHFA6I/AAAAAAAAC8A/YW1bKQxSLZc/s1600/DSC_0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TOySmMHFA6I/AAAAAAAAC8A/YW1bKQxSLZc/s576/DSC_0036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542966426169836450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I am there, Ethan's desk is in a different spot.  I think he talks a little too much. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TOyPoHm80jI/AAAAAAAAC7o/UbOSSrI-SFY/s1600/DSC_0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TOyPoHm80jI/AAAAAAAAC7o/UbOSSrI-SFY/s576/DSC_0030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542963160786194994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; he does...but he has been working on it.  This year has been considerably harder for him - not academically, but definitely behaviorally.  He of course has trouble sitting still (from the looks of it, most of them do), but its not just that.  He flies through his work and then while others are still writing, he talks.  :)  Or tries to make someone laugh.  Or gets out of his seat.  Not good.  So we've had lots of talks and creative discipline...and it seems to us (and to his teacher) that his heart is to do what is right, even though he struggles making the day to day choices about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is learning to take more time on his school work, focus on penmanship and making things neat.  And to write his *observations* down for his teacher to read later, instead of blurting them out right away. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been so encouraging to us to see him actually succeed.  To see his face light up when he can give a good report at the end of the school day.  It has been a good opportunity to talk about authority and respect...and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God's grace for when we mess up&lt;/span&gt;.  And His ever present help too.  So many things to learn when you're 6. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TOyPW2knm2I/AAAAAAAAC7g/Gc5eytuVogw/s1600/DSC_0033-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TOySJCt7NfI/AAAAAAAAC74/KHwsDe9G5FQ/s1600/DSC_0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TOySJCt7NfI/AAAAAAAAC74/KHwsDe9G5FQ/s576/DSC_0033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542965925432210930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Thanksgiving I'm very thankful for a school where the Word of God is taught and where they place value on applying it to the issues of life.  For teachers who love your children and pray for wisdom in how to train their hearts.  And for little boys who truly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to obey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TOyTdLylDaI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/9JYC3a-qVNg/s1600/DSC_0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TOyTdLylDaI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/9JYC3a-qVNg/s576/DSC_0037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542967370976660898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when it's way more fun to make the whole class laugh! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-155919328609106304?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/155919328609106304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=155919328609106304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/155919328609106304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/155919328609106304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2010/11/bunch-of-pilgrims.html' title='Bunch of Pilgrims'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TOySmMHFA6I/AAAAAAAAC8A/YW1bKQxSLZc/s72-c/DSC_0036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-5663408662768729576</id><published>2010-11-18T23:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T14:24:02.512-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>Reading about Joseph this morning.  Genesis 45.  What an example he is  to me!  Despite being mistreated by his brothers and sold into slavery  (and presumed dead by his father), when he sees his brothers again, he  is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gracious&lt;/span&gt; with them.  He  doesn't want them to feel guilty about it!  (how is this even  possible???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says, "God sent me before you to preserve a posterity  for you in the earth, and to save your lives by a great deliverance.  So  not it was not you who sent me here, but God..." (vs.7,8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TOS56R6UAvI/AAAAAAAAC68/V9ffe6NhHc0/s1600/DSC_0703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TOS56R6UAvI/AAAAAAAAC68/V9ffe6NhHc0/s576/DSC_0703.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540757852464087794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two  things stuck out to me this morning.  First, it seems to me the reason  Joseph could &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so quickly forgive&lt;/span&gt; those who had hurt him was because he  had a firm grasp on the sovereignty of His God.  He knew that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ultimately  it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; who sent him to Egypt&lt;/span&gt;, not his brothers.  He could say with confidence, "You meant this for evil, but God meant it for good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TOS5qAXxI9I/AAAAAAAAC60/XYxHMDyoT-k/s1600/DSC_0704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TOS5qAXxI9I/AAAAAAAAC60/XYxHMDyoT-k/s576/DSC_0704.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540757572877886418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I could use a little more of that attitude in my own life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TOS5d069-MI/AAAAAAAAC6s/UXaMXI_byTA/s1600/DSC_0707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TOS5d069-MI/AAAAAAAAC6s/UXaMXI_byTA/s576/DSC_0707.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540757363645872322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second,  I was just really impressed by Joseph's ability to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;see the purpose of God in  the situation&lt;/span&gt;.  He could get past his own &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feelings&lt;/span&gt; and look objectively  at what God was doing. How many times have I let my feelings get in the  way of walking in faith???   Focusing on the frustration, instead of imagining the bigger picture. Too many times to count!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TOS5T04kBeI/AAAAAAAAC6k/5jX7GlK5HlA/s1600/DSC_0716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TOS5T04kBeI/AAAAAAAAC6k/5jX7GlK5HlA/s576/DSC_0716.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540757191837091298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, in  Joseph's life I see a peace that I want.  He had vision for  what great things God  could do with his life.  And he embraced it,  even when it was hard.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, help me to think this way!  Cause me to see the spiritual significance of my day to day circumstances.  I want to be available to You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TOS5JidZA5I/AAAAAAAAC6c/Fzw5J_N_y-c/s1600/DSC_0717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TOS5JidZA5I/AAAAAAAAC6c/Fzw5J_N_y-c/s576/DSC_0717.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540757015092593554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going through pics tonight...it's been awhile since I've posted anything, so there were lots to choose from. :)  These are from back in October.  We met my sister and her kids at the pumpkin patch for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TOS47clSjHI/AAAAAAAAC6U/z_4K9iIAsug/s1600/DSC_0719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TOS47clSjHI/AAAAAAAAC6U/z_4K9iIAsug/s576/DSC_0719.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540756772996942962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two really love each other.  It's so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TOS4vd47GyI/AAAAAAAAC6M/_QVSBmXP2kU/s1600/DSC_0720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TOS4vd47GyI/AAAAAAAAC6M/_QVSBmXP2kU/s576/DSC_0720.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540756567189297954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TOS4jEaT8cI/AAAAAAAAC6E/EiGLKr-hRtw/s1600/DSC_0722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TOS4jEaT8cI/AAAAAAAAC6E/EiGLKr-hRtw/s576/DSC_0722.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540756354191585730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave surprised me and took the day off.  That's just about the best surprise ever! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TOS4YAwrMxI/AAAAAAAAC58/4rBoUJYo6-o/s1600/DSC_0731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TOS4YAwrMxI/AAAAAAAAC58/4rBoUJYo6-o/s576/DSC_0731.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540756164233081618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TOS4JzkfruI/AAAAAAAAC50/IX7lEebk1A0/s1600/DSC_0732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TOS4JzkfruI/AAAAAAAAC50/IX7lEebk1A0/s576/DSC_0732.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540755920174165730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have much luck with the family pics. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TOS39aoYGlI/AAAAAAAAC5s/29HC4zVO1hw/s1600/DSC_0742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TOS39aoYGlI/AAAAAAAAC5s/29HC4zVO1hw/s576/DSC_0742.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540755707321129554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TOS3uTujqWI/AAAAAAAAC5k/F3f69YcS6go/s1600/DSC_0725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TOS3uTujqWI/AAAAAAAAC5k/F3f69YcS6go/s576/DSC_0725.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540755447769966946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TOS3eAJ1ViI/AAAAAAAAC5c/vNPLV6CcRp8/s1600/DSC_0726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TOS3eAJ1ViI/AAAAAAAAC5c/vNPLV6CcRp8/s576/DSC_0726.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540755167637755426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having too much fun with my sister living close now!  I am very, very thankful for the blessing of family, especially for my kids' sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TOS3Me1oHgI/AAAAAAAAC5U/haYjKygMg4s/s1600/DSC_0729.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-5663408662768729576?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/5663408662768729576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=5663408662768729576' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/5663408662768729576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/5663408662768729576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2010/03/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TOS56R6UAvI/AAAAAAAAC68/V9ffe6NhHc0/s72-c/DSC_0703.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-1530304504454465305</id><published>2010-10-24T23:22:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T22:43:42.165-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simon'/><title type='text'>Not going to miss those early Saturday morning games...</title><content type='html'>...but there is something so amazing about watching your 4 year old break away with the ball, take it all the way down the field, and score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TMUUwV5-qZI/AAAAAAAAC40/ycBYEOv1gkI/s1600/DSC_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TMUUwV5-qZI/AAAAAAAAC40/ycBYEOv1gkI/s576/DSC_0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531850538041125266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TMUVAQuvO3I/AAAAAAAAC48/JWFXGafS4Rc/s1600/DSC_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TMUVAQuvO3I/AAAAAAAAC48/JWFXGafS4Rc/s576/DSC_0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531850811529706354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TMUVR_eCW7I/AAAAAAAAC5E/3bLPqKZ8dio/s1600/DSC_0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TMUVR_eCW7I/AAAAAAAAC5E/3bLPqKZ8dio/s576/DSC_0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531851116133899186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clare was impressed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TMUUchP2syI/AAAAAAAAC4s/2LYvRJEEB94/s1600/DSC_0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TMUUchP2syI/AAAAAAAAC4s/2LYvRJEEB94/s576/DSC_0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531850197488284450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TMUViB8z1dI/AAAAAAAAC5M/RJ1o6GcxzGY/s1600/DSC_0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TMUViB8z1dI/AAAAAAAAC5M/RJ1o6GcxzGY/s576/DSC_0014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531851391677748690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-1530304504454465305?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/1530304504454465305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=1530304504454465305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/1530304504454465305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/1530304504454465305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2010/10/not-going-to-miss-those-early-saturday.html' title='Not going to miss those early Saturday morning games...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TMUUwV5-qZI/AAAAAAAAC40/ycBYEOv1gkI/s72-c/DSC_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-2042353762429980372</id><published>2010-09-22T21:58:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T23:32:17.207-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaiah 1</title><content type='html'>Hear, O heavens! Listen, O earth!&lt;br /&gt;    For the LORD has spoken:&lt;br /&gt;    "I reared children and brought them up,&lt;br /&gt;    but they have rebelled against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TJrRUYayuzI/AAAAAAAAC4I/ZeHsElOOjIg/s1600/DSC_0663-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TJrRUYayuzI/AAAAAAAAC4I/ZeHsElOOjIg/s576/DSC_0663-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519954441378380594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The multitude of your sacrifices—&lt;br /&gt;    what are they to me?" says the LORD.&lt;br /&gt;    "I have more than enough of burnt offerings,&lt;br /&gt;    of rams and the fat of fattened animals;&lt;br /&gt;    I have no pleasure&lt;br /&gt;    in the blood of bulls and lambs and goats...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you spread out your hands in prayer,&lt;br /&gt;    I will hide my eyes from you;&lt;br /&gt;    even if you offer many prayers,&lt;br /&gt;    I will not listen.&lt;br /&gt;    Your hands are full of blood;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TJrSmh5tRJI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/sJh9VvCt8sI/s1600/DSC_0672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TJrSmh5tRJI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/sJh9VvCt8sI/s576/DSC_0672.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519955852673238162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come now, let us reason together,"&lt;br /&gt;    says the LORD.&lt;br /&gt;    "Though your sins are like scarlet,&lt;br /&gt;    they shall be as white as snow;&lt;br /&gt;    though they are red as crimson,&lt;br /&gt;    they shall be like wool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If you are willing and obedient&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;    you will eat the best from the land;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if you resist and rebel,&lt;br /&gt;    you will be devoured by the sword."&lt;br /&gt;    For the mouth of the LORD has spoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TJrSUoIA-PI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/78wnSAWkgUc/s1600/DSC_0670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TJrSUoIA-PI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/78wnSAWkgUc/s576/DSC_0670.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519955545106217202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will turn my hand against you;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I will thoroughly purge away your dross &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    and remove all your impurities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will restore your judges as in days of old,&lt;br /&gt;    your counselors as at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;    Afterward you will be called&lt;br /&gt;    the City of Righteousness,&lt;br /&gt;    the Faithful City."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TJrS4J47uTI/AAAAAAAAC4g/FRefVFqU_xc/s1600/DSC_0673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TJrS4J47uTI/AAAAAAAAC4g/FRefVFqU_xc/s576/DSC_0673.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519956155465185586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for the Lord's purging work.  He sees my apathy, the way I get wrapped up in my own little life and practically forget about Him.  As a Father, He won't allow me to stay this way.  He CAN'T allow me to.  But His purging, while sometimes a very painful process, is designed to bring redemption.  To ultimately heal.  To bring me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a parent and watching a child choose to disobey (to their own detriment), has really opened my eyes to how my heavenly Father feels and responds to me when I choose my own way over His.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;He takes it seriously, He aches over hard hearts, He will not stop pursuing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for this glimpse into the heart of God as He deals with His children.  Surprised to find it in Isaiah, but now I'm really excited to study this book as a whole (we're going through it this year at BSF).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final challenging thought from this morning's study comes from these verses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be ashamed because of the sacred oaks&lt;br /&gt;    in which you have delighted;&lt;br /&gt;    you will be disgraced because of the gardens&lt;br /&gt;    that you have chosen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What are the sacred oaks and gardens of my life?&lt;/span&gt;  What am I choosing over Him?  What has become more important and more of a priority to me than my relationship with the Lord?  Really made me think this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*And just for fun, some soccer pics.  The season is in full swing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-2042353762429980372?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/2042353762429980372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=2042353762429980372' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/2042353762429980372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/2042353762429980372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2010/09/isaiah-1.html' title='Isaiah 1'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TJrRUYayuzI/AAAAAAAAC4I/ZeHsElOOjIg/s72-c/DSC_0663-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-438919058884128889</id><published>2010-09-10T21:20:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T08:45:07.920-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>A New Year</title><content type='html'>Well, we moved.  And it was crazy.  Maybe all moves are like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new home (only a couple miles away) feels like home now, but I still find myself driving to the old house by accident sometimes.  Just out of habit, I guess.  We lived there for 7 years!  It was a great home - plenty of space, and we had made it ours.  I loved the kitchen...sad to leave it.  :(  But this new home has a better layout, more yard for the kids, and most especially, no more stairs in the entry.  So we are just very thankful to be able to start over and make this new place our home.  Lots of work, but I know it will be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TIr5ETzj4FI/AAAAAAAAC3w/Xb5Qy5hSbNE/s1600/DSC_0573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TIr5ETzj4FI/AAAAAAAAC3w/Xb5Qy5hSbNE/s576/DSC_0573.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515494546099920978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just like that, the summer was over.  What a nutty 3 months.  I tried my best to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;play&lt;/span&gt;, to just enjoy the break with my kids, but it still feels like it went way too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was realizing today that although Ethan's been back at school for a couple weeks now, I haven't really processed it yet.  Haven't taken the time to think about the fact that my son is now in first grade, going to school all day...he's grown in height for sure, but it's more than that.  He's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maturing&lt;/span&gt;.  Something is happening to that kid.  He's longing for relationship, to talk together (alone, without sibling interruptions!).  Maybe I am just kinda pensive by nature, but it just hit me...I haven't even been paying attention, and here he is, just growing up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TIr6HTONHPI/AAAAAAAAC34/jTly5j1eGy4/s1600/DSC_0576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TIr6HTONHPI/AAAAAAAAC34/jTly5j1eGy4/s576/DSC_0576.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515495696994475250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to do my best to start writing again.  I've really missed it, and I can tell it has been too long...the words just do not come easily like they do when I'm writing consistently.  But the Lord has been teaching me so much recently, and I want to record it.  To remind myself of His faithfulness, so that I can see more purpose in the *hard* days.  I know that He is always working...I just have to take the time to notice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-438919058884128889?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/438919058884128889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=438919058884128889' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/438919058884128889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/438919058884128889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-year.html' title='A New Year'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TIr5ETzj4FI/AAAAAAAAC3w/Xb5Qy5hSbNE/s72-c/DSC_0573.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-2451599447536581778</id><published>2010-07-08T08:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T08:00:03.072-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The other thing we've been doing this summer</title><content type='html'>Baseball season is upon us again.  I can tell this is a sport I will be watching for years yet.  Better learn to enjoy it! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TDT00AFAIUI/AAAAAAAAC3A/VfqvTOZLbh8/s1600/DSC_0577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TDT00AFAIUI/AAAAAAAAC3A/VfqvTOZLbh8/s640/DSC_0577.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491283019882832194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a good hitter.  Dave has taught our boys well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TDT0etFld0I/AAAAAAAAC24/fvwxmcCLc0Q/s1600/DSC_0579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TDT0etFld0I/AAAAAAAAC24/fvwxmcCLc0Q/s640/DSC_0579.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491282654007752514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There aren't any outs in the instructional league, but he's still gonna try to get to second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TDT0PT6Q56I/AAAAAAAAC2w/OeXPqZH9Tlw/s1600/DSC_0585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TDT0PT6Q56I/AAAAAAAAC2w/OeXPqZH9Tlw/s640/DSC_0585.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491282389551343522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She and Simon are just along for the ride.  And the snacks, I guess. :)  Good times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TDTz6_vTBTI/AAAAAAAAC2o/1BxTpe_nZrg/s1600/DSC_0586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TDTz6_vTBTI/AAAAAAAAC2o/1BxTpe_nZrg/s640/DSC_0586.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491282040539252018" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/31922189-2451599447536581778?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/2451599447536581778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=2451599447536581778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/2451599447536581778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/2451599447536581778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2010/07/other-thing-weve-been-doing-this-summer.html' title='The other thing we&apos;ve been doing this summer'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TDT00AFAIUI/AAAAAAAAC3A/VfqvTOZLbh8/s72-c/DSC_0577.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-1159029423037633484</id><published>2010-07-07T16:25:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T16:35:36.604-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Wedding weekend</title><content type='html'>Rehearsal dinner set up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TDT_2NTtzVI/AAAAAAAAC3g/0gjUAuRlhR0/s1600/DSC_0558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TDT_2NTtzVI/AAAAAAAAC3g/0gjUAuRlhR0/s640/DSC_0558.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491295152421850450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love this girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TDT_WnfLLEI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/ORGxXOIj8Gs/s1600/DSC_0569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TDT_WnfLLEI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/ORGxXOIj8Gs/s640/DSC_0569.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491294609693420610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet children, patiently waiting for the storm to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TDT_Iy9thHI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/3MCBkcFF0p4/s1600/DSC_0572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TDT_Iy9thHI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/3MCBkcFF0p4/s640/DSC_0572.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491294372256121970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first attempt at wedding flowers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TDT-6jeICWI/AAAAAAAAC3I/Tu7yI1wzN4I/s1600/DSC_0574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TDT-6jeICWI/AAAAAAAAC3I/Tu7yI1wzN4I/s640/DSC_0574.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491294127578941794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only captured a few shots of the wedding weekend.  I had good intentions and had my camera ready, but things just got too busy.  And wet. :)  It was such a gorgeous wedding though, despite the rain.  Probably should say &lt;i&gt;because&lt;/i&gt; of the rain...definitely gave it a romantic feel.  It was just lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-1159029423037633484?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/1159029423037633484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=1159029423037633484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/1159029423037633484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/1159029423037633484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2010/07/wedding-weekend.html' title='Wedding weekend'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TDT_2NTtzVI/AAAAAAAAC3g/0gjUAuRlhR0/s72-c/DSC_0558.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-1194412227836436382</id><published>2010-07-07T13:39:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T14:53:58.775-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Sitting in the heat makes me nostalgic</title><content type='html'>We just finished two weeks of swimming lessons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TDTbAVC6dcI/AAAAAAAAC2g/3EWwIqZYaYA/s1600/DSC_0625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TDTbAVC6dcI/AAAAAAAAC2g/3EWwIqZYaYA/s640/DSC_0625.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491254644367324610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clare loved to sit and watch her brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TDTaHZXlVOI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/ZmcVSZss00M/s1600/DSC_0618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TDTaHZXlVOI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/ZmcVSZss00M/s640/DSC_0618.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491253666275218658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was infinitely easier than last year.  No newborn melting in the heat, no fearful 3 year old clinging to my leg.  I am very thankful for this stage of parenting we are in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TDTZjCkpiVI/AAAAAAAAC2I/dGogKwPCkKU/s1600/DSC_0626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TDTZjCkpiVI/AAAAAAAAC2I/dGogKwPCkKU/s640/DSC_0626.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491253041680714066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has its own challenges, I guess - after all, my sweet one year old needs lots of training!  But really, life is just a joy right now.  I am overwhelmed frequently with just how blessed we are to have these 3 little children, and how quickly our time with them is flying by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TDTY75yr1NI/AAAAAAAAC2A/9SgWS4tXdqY/s1600/DSC_0619-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TDTY75yr1NI/AAAAAAAAC2A/9SgWS4tXdqY/s640/DSC_0619-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491252369308767442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ethan is swimming on his own now.  A sign of the times, I'd say.  And he starts first grade here in a few months too.  Just growing up so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TDTYvfvdkPI/AAAAAAAAC14/GQkLaLemox4/s1600/DSC_0623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TDTYvfvdkPI/AAAAAAAAC14/GQkLaLemox4/s640/DSC_0623.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491252156157497586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that's still several weeks away.  For now we are just soaking up summer, and having as much fun as we possibly can.  I'm resisting the urge to paint our new house, and choosing instead to PLAY with these kids while I can.  I love summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-1194412227836436382?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/1194412227836436382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=1194412227836436382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/1194412227836436382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/1194412227836436382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2010/07/sitting-in-heat-makes-me-nostalgic.html' title='Sitting in the heat makes me nostalgic'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TDTbAVC6dcI/AAAAAAAAC2g/3EWwIqZYaYA/s72-c/DSC_0625.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-2103111277921397628</id><published>2010-06-21T09:58:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T11:09:04.870-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clare'/><title type='text'>She thinks she is so big</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TB-bHNvBdEI/AAAAAAAAC1s/m2OBXTrU3q0/s1600/Clarebday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TB-bHNvBdEI/AAAAAAAAC1s/m2OBXTrU3q0/s640/Clarebday2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485273419408831554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TB-YQb-3snI/AAAAAAAAC1c/7FEdxrKQPU4/s1600/Clarebday3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TB-YQb-3snI/AAAAAAAAC1c/7FEdxrKQPU4/s640/Clarebday3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485270279317336690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TB-XDqc9uqI/AAAAAAAAC1U/qS7wAJI2UTA/s1600/Clarebday4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TB-XDqc9uqI/AAAAAAAAC1U/qS7wAJI2UTA/s640/Clarebday4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485268960351730338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TB-W2VDuS3I/AAAAAAAAC1M/_8CuTb0qZ9Q/s1600/Clarebday5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TB-W2VDuS3I/AAAAAAAAC1M/_8CuTb0qZ9Q/s640/Clarebday5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485268731270417266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TB-Wt7uXmeI/AAAAAAAAC1E/Alh7Ai4cSa8/s1600/Clarebday6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TB-Wt7uXmeI/AAAAAAAAC1E/Alh7Ai4cSa8/s640/Clarebday6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485268587031009762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TB-WZkO_vrI/AAAAAAAAC08/l9qg4LiMdCU/s1600/Clarebday7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TB-WZkO_vrI/AAAAAAAAC08/l9qg4LiMdCU/s640/Clarebday7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485268237128023730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TB-MN74uSiI/AAAAAAAAC00/7HrNAT-wtXw/s1600/Clarebday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TB-MN74uSiI/AAAAAAAAC00/7HrNAT-wtXw/s640/Clarebday1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485257042202348066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a busy spring.  I have missed posting, recording tidbits from our fun little life.  We put our house on the market, sold it, had the whole family come for a visit, moved to a new home (crazy, crazy move...long story), all the while keeping up with family birthdays, date nights, baseball games, VBS, swimming lessons, family weddings, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of the chaos, my baby turned 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is walking now, just in time for her cousin's wedding.  It's such a funny walk...very wobbly, but VERY fast.  :)  And she is babbling up a storm.  No real words yet, besides Mama and Dada.  But she has learned to sign, and combined with her "talking", she can communicate fairly well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a very happy girl, almost all the time.  Such a blessing to us all.  We love you, Clarey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-2103111277921397628?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/2103111277921397628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=2103111277921397628' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/2103111277921397628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/2103111277921397628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2010/06/she-thinks-she-is-so-big.html' title='She thinks she is so big'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/TB-bHNvBdEI/AAAAAAAAC1s/m2OBXTrU3q0/s72-c/Clarebday2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-2234706527685089518</id><published>2010-04-04T21:53:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T22:15:51.337-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Easter at the farm</title><content type='html'>For Grandma and Grandpa (who don't have facebook :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S7ljwKdCBhI/AAAAAAAAC0s/pPGjYNEmDXU/s1600/DSC_0441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S7ljwKdCBhI/AAAAAAAAC0s/pPGjYNEmDXU/s576/DSC_0441.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456502102627059218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S7ljLSDQqOI/AAAAAAAAC0k/Pdj58vakJW0/s1600/DSC_0445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S7ljLSDQqOI/AAAAAAAAC0k/Pdj58vakJW0/s576/DSC_0445.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456501469011290338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S7li6vt5gsI/AAAAAAAAC0c/DfG1TOCZUSw/s1600/DSC_0446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S7li6vt5gsI/AAAAAAAAC0c/DfG1TOCZUSw/s576/DSC_0446.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456501184916980418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S7liVtEaPwI/AAAAAAAAC0U/no9GerUPVCg/s1600/DSC_0459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S7liVtEaPwI/AAAAAAAAC0U/no9GerUPVCg/s576/DSC_0459.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456500548550934274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S7liB97-a2I/AAAAAAAAC0M/6SZPhiQuMPA/s1600/DSC_0462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S7liB97-a2I/AAAAAAAAC0M/6SZPhiQuMPA/s576/DSC_0462.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456500209481575266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S7lgwVw-6TI/AAAAAAAAC0E/YJl1l365Qno/s1600/DSC_0463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S7lgwVw-6TI/AAAAAAAAC0E/YJl1l365Qno/s576/DSC_0463.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456498807128647986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S7lgGck2SmI/AAAAAAAACz8/22iufYcJqU4/s1600/DSC_0465-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S7le_MBdA1I/AAAAAAAACzk/kg2e-2X1K5U/s576/DSC_0475.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456496863188157266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-2234706527685089518?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/2234706527685089518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=2234706527685089518' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/2234706527685089518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/2234706527685089518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-at-farm.html' title='Easter at the farm'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S7ljwKdCBhI/AAAAAAAAC0s/pPGjYNEmDXU/s72-c/DSC_0441.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-1444780602077080244</id><published>2010-03-07T16:55:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T21:06:17.128-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>Menu Plan Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S5RiaPIzx3I/AAAAAAAACzc/6NC85P7PGqk/s1600-h/DSC_0209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S5RiaPIzx3I/AAAAAAAACzc/6NC85P7PGqk/s576/DSC_0209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446086052277372786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfasts&lt;br /&gt;Leftover Egg and Sausage Casserole&lt;br /&gt;Granola&lt;br /&gt;Cereal&lt;br /&gt;Granola Bars&lt;br /&gt;Eggs, Bacon &amp;amp; Pancakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunches&lt;br /&gt;Leftover Pasta&lt;br /&gt;Sack Lunch&lt;br /&gt;Roast Beef and Cheddar Melts, Chips&lt;br /&gt;Leftovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinners&lt;br /&gt;Roast, Mashed Potatoes, Cooked Carrots, Rolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dcrrtkjq_24fvj7hbf3"&gt;Vegetarian Sloppy Joe's&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://recipes.gallagherfarm.com/?p=618"&gt;Nicole's Beautiful Buns&lt;/a&gt;, Carrot Sticks, Applesauce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.goodcheapeats.com/2009/08/salsa-verde-beef.html"&gt;Salsa Verde Beef&lt;/a&gt;, Rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://docs.google.com/Doc?id=dcrrtkjq_23k42wh3fv"&gt;Busy Day Fish Fillets&lt;/a&gt;, Baked Potatoes, Brussel Sprouts&lt;br /&gt;Date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myfirstkitchen.net/blog/2009/10/19/your-hamburger-needs-no-help.html"&gt;Hearty Beef and Noodles&lt;/a&gt;, Crusty Bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S5RaGEGr8RI/AAAAAAAACzU/DoIMSlIA74I/s1600-h/DSC_0201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S5RaGEGr8RI/AAAAAAAACzU/DoIMSlIA74I/s576/DSC_0201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446076909625274642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-1444780602077080244?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/1444780602077080244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=1444780602077080244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/1444780602077080244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/1444780602077080244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2010/03/menu-plan-monday.html' title='Menu Plan Monday'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S5RiaPIzx3I/AAAAAAAACzc/6NC85P7PGqk/s72-c/DSC_0209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-7861889835078776865</id><published>2010-02-22T09:12:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T22:46:37.992-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>Menu Plan Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S4NcGAPcnBI/AAAAAAAACys/5jR6QvPZhEs/s1600-h/DSC_0180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S4NcGAPcnBI/AAAAAAAACys/5jR6QvPZhEs/s576/DSC_0180.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441294033007451154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My little body boarder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, we're not still there, or we'd be eating fresh seafood and fruit every day.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lunches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leftover Cauliflower Soup, Crusty Bread&lt;br /&gt;Crackers, Cheese, and Fruit Slices&lt;br /&gt;PB&amp;amp;Honey&lt;br /&gt;Leftovers&lt;br /&gt;Scrambled Eggs, Bacon, and Pancakes - Simon's Birthday Brunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dinners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mushroom, Bacon, and Onion Pizza &amp;amp; Garlic Bread/Marinara Sauce&lt;br /&gt;Spinach Bacon Quiche, Fruit Smoothies, Orange Slices&lt;br /&gt;Taco Soup, Tortilla Chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2007/09/cooking_with_my_punk-ass_little_sister_penne_a_la_betsy/"&gt;Penne a la Betsy&lt;/a&gt;, Italian Salad, Green Beans&lt;br /&gt;To Lawrence to see a new cousin!&lt;br /&gt;Benedictine Ball - kids will eat sandwiches&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna Rolls, Caesar Salad - Fellowship Dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S4NciOZdnKI/AAAAAAAACy0/uAdLDSoXHwE/s1600-h/DSC_0194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S4NciOZdnKI/AAAAAAAACy0/uAdLDSoXHwE/s576/DSC_0194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441294517843893410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S4Nc2ELOW8I/AAAAAAAACy8/3p2HybF0imU/s1600-h/DSC_0187-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S4Nc2ELOW8I/AAAAAAAACy8/3p2HybF0imU/s576/DSC_0187-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441294858697202626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-7861889835078776865?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/7861889835078776865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=7861889835078776865' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/7861889835078776865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/7861889835078776865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2010/02/menu-plan-monday.html' title='Menu Plan Monday'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S4NcGAPcnBI/AAAAAAAACys/5jR6QvPZhEs/s72-c/DSC_0180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-27474522312391885</id><published>2010-02-10T10:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T10:55:46.702-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bargains'/><title type='text'>Update on the diaper deal!</title><content type='html'>So it looks like &lt;a href="http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2010/02/diaper-deal.html"&gt;the diaper deal I posted below&lt;/a&gt; is good for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; $50 purchase from diapers.com!  You can get $25 off of any $50 purchase by using my code and sending in for that rebate (provided you are a first time customer).  This can make for incredible deals on diapers, wipes, cloth diapers, organic baby food, formula, Seventh Generation cleaners, and much more.  Go look around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-27474522312391885?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/27474522312391885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=27474522312391885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/27474522312391885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/27474522312391885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2010/02/update-on-diaper-deal.html' title='Update on the diaper deal!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-3948500186401859531</id><published>2010-02-05T14:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T10:57:49.869-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bargains'/><title type='text'>Diaper Deal!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Update:  This deal is good for any $50 purchase - not just diapers!  The site has great deals on disposable diapers, cloth diapers, organic baby food, Seventh Generation products and much more.  Go look around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would imagine lots of you who read my blog keep up with Money Saving Mom, but in case you don't, there's a great diaper deal you won't want to miss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically you go to &lt;a href="http://www.diapers.com/"&gt;diapers.com&lt;/a&gt; and order $49 worth of diapers. ($49 order or more gets you free shipping) When you check out, you can use this referral code GUIL6405 to receive an extra $10 off your order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you receive your diapers you can fill out &lt;a href="http://www.diapers.com/helpcenter/parenting.htm"&gt;this form&lt;/a&gt; to receive a $14.95 rebate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just ordered 7 packs of Luvs and a travel pack of wipes (to get my total up to just over $49). After tax, the $10 discount, and the rebate my total will be $25.97 for 7 packages of diapers.  That's right around $3.70/pack, which is an awesome deal in itself, plus you get them shipped to your door the next day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you use my code, I'll get $5 off my next order. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it a try!  I ordered mine yesterday, and the site said they should be arriving today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-3948500186401859531?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/3948500186401859531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=3948500186401859531' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/3948500186401859531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/3948500186401859531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2010/02/diaper-deal.html' title='Diaper Deal!!!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-3408893665738603414</id><published>2010-01-27T15:07:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T14:41:28.653-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>Menu Plan Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S2c6FIw8_kI/AAAAAAAACyc/XtDCyglpoHM/s1600-h/DSC_0138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S2c6FIw8_kI/AAAAAAAACyc/XtDCyglpoHM/s576/DSC_0138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433375335372357186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Dave, aka "a man's man", hiking up Diamond Head carrying 2 kiddos. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breakfasts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cereal&lt;br /&gt;Granola Bars&lt;br /&gt;Homemade Yogurt with Granola (Si likes it with a spoonful of all fruit jam mixed in)&lt;br /&gt;Egg Casserole and Waffles - Saturday Morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lunches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leftover Chili, Grapes&lt;br /&gt;Almond Butter &amp;amp; Honey Sandwiches on Ezekial 4:9 Bread, Celementines&lt;br /&gt;Smoothies with Flax, Frozen Berries, and Spinach&lt;br /&gt;Brett's Salad&lt;br /&gt;Tacos with Fried Corn Tortillas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dinners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comfort Meatballs, Baked Potatoes, Green Beans (didn't get to this meal last week) - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is a Pioneer Woman recipe from her book.  They turned out very yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homemade Pizza with Mozzarella, Tomatoes, Olives, Onions, Artichokes, and Mushrooms (Dough is in the freezer from last week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://docs.google.com/Doc?docid=0AVUouoSafRzzZDljdDgyNF8xMTdtOTJrbXhjcA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;Baked Dijon Salmon&lt;/a&gt;, Broccoli Spears, Crusty Bread and Dipping Oil - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not a new recipe to us, but definitely a favorite!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2009/01/cauliflower-soup/"&gt;Cauliflower Soup&lt;/a&gt;, Artisan Bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://docs.google.com/Doc?docid=0AVUouoSafRzzZDljdDgyNF8yNzRnNnE4OWZm&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;Mini Cheddar Meatloaves&lt;/a&gt;, Roasted Potatoes, Green Beans&lt;br /&gt;Leftover Cowboy Calzones (in freezer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2007/08/spicy_shrimp_yu/"&gt;Spicy Shrimp&lt;/a&gt;, Baked Potatoes, Salad, Crusty Bread, Carrot Cake - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from the top of Diamond Head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S2c475O87mI/AAAAAAAACyM/wWbzg91Awo4/s1600-h/DSC_0157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S2c475O87mI/AAAAAAAACyM/wWbzg91Awo4/s576/DSC_0157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433374077072764514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S2c4EmcnMnI/AAAAAAAACyE/bhXOsMGNkEU/s1600-h/DSC_0176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S2c4EmcnMnI/AAAAAAAACyE/bhXOsMGNkEU/s576/DSC_0176.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433373127136981618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-3408893665738603414?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/3408893665738603414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=3408893665738603414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/3408893665738603414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/3408893665738603414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2010/01/menu-plan-monday_27.html' title='Menu Plan Monday'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S2c6FIw8_kI/AAAAAAAACyc/XtDCyglpoHM/s72-c/DSC_0138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-5481502688232226635</id><published>2010-01-25T15:43:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T08:49:03.542-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>Menu Plan Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S14RCLzn-mI/AAAAAAAACx0/_Z8x7X9jo_A/s1600-h/DSC_0203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S14RCLzn-mI/AAAAAAAACx0/_Z8x7X9jo_A/s576/DSC_0203.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430796929882126946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still cookin' through the ol' PW cookbook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breakfasts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leftover Pancakes (from the freezer), Real Maple Syrup&lt;br /&gt;Koinonia Granola and Homemade Yogurt - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;these are both amazing!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granola Bars&lt;br /&gt;Kashi Cereal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lunches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Bean Quesadillas, Carrot Sticks, Green Grapes - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a family fave, we just throw 2 buttered tortillas on the electric skillet, with black beans and cheese in between.  So good with salsa and sour cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leftovers from the Weekend :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://docs.google.com/Doc?docid=0AVl5EWpn8oS7ZGNycnRranFfMjJkNDNtY3JmeA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;Brown Rice and Lentil Taco Salad&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We really liked this!  It was so nice to just throw this in the oven before I went to pick E up from school, and lunch was ready when we got home!  Dave laughed and said, "Where's the meat?  Can't a guy get any meat around here?"  :)  No worries!  He is getting some tonight!  We are just trying to eat grass fed meat right now, and with that extra expense, we're experimenting with some non-meat meals too.  Anyway, I served this with blue chips, black beans, sour cream, salsa, and guacamole&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Yum!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sack Lunches/Moms Day Out&lt;br /&gt;Leftovers&lt;br /&gt;Egg Casserole, Waffles, Smoothies - Sat. Brunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pesto Pizza with Mozzarella, Tomatoes, Olives, Onions, Artichokes, and Mushrooms, Green Beans - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We've had this many times, and always love it.  It's PW's pizza crust recipe, which is only in her book.  It is so amazingly easy and it makes a delicious thin crusted pizza.  You could do any toppings, obviously, but I tend to make this on the nights we're going vegetarian. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2008/09/ree-drummond-migas/"&gt;Migas&lt;/a&gt;, Orange Slices, Ezekial 4:9 Cinnamon Raisin Toast - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Migas were so, so good!  They reminded us of being in Mexico - we had variations of this dish every morning when we vacationed there with Doug and Sonja 5 years ago.  Dave and I put tabasco on our Migas (I left out the jalapenos, for the kids sakes).  The kids weren't completely sure about eating the sweet peppers at first, they were kinda trying to eat around them.  But we made them eat them, and I think it was just a texture issue, since they are used to eating plain scrambled eggs.  Clare loved them.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cowboy Calzones (a PW cookbook exclusive, apparently), Carrot Sticks - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These were great!  It made enough for our family for 2 meals, so I just froze the rest of them after I baked them.  The kids really liked these.  The only complaint I have about this meal was that it was a tad time-consuming for a busy night (prayer meeting night!), but I probably just picked the wrong night to make them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Grilled Cheese and &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2008/02/sherried_tomato_soup/"&gt;Tomato Soup&lt;/a&gt;, Carrot Cake for Bible Study - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bible Study was canceled, so Dave gave me the evening off from cooking and took the kids to Chick-fila for their family night.  We'll have this meal sometime soon, I'm sure.  It's become a staple around here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Date Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2008/09/simple-perfect-enchiladas/"&gt;Enchiladas&lt;/a&gt;, Chips and Salsa&lt;br /&gt;Comfort Meatballs, Mashed Potatoes, Green Beans, Salad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-5481502688232226635?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/5481502688232226635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=5481502688232226635' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/5481502688232226635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/5481502688232226635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2010/01/menu-plan-monday_25.html' title='Menu Plan Monday'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S14RCLzn-mI/AAAAAAAACx0/_Z8x7X9jo_A/s72-c/DSC_0203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-5754015745112359964</id><published>2010-01-12T21:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T22:17:41.945-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan'/><title type='text'>Golden Birthday</title><content type='html'>6 years ago Dave and I brought our first little baby boy home from the hospital. Ethan Brooks, with his scrawny legs and fluff of white blond hair. He made this little squeaking noise when he was asleep - it was the cutest thing. And I can still remember that car trip home. It was January, but it felt more like April or May, the way the sun was shining. I kept looking back at his little car seat in the back of the Mazda. As if to make sure it was all really happening to us. It just felt so surreal, to be a parent. For life to change that much all in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 years later, and I just can't imagine what life would be like without our children! The 3 the Lord has given us to raise have blessed our lives in so many ways. I am continually reminded of what a privilege it is to have them with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan, as our firstborn, makes us most aware of the quickly passing years, I think. It seems like I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; holding him in my arms, bouncing him because he'd cry every time I stopped, but I guess not, because he started kindergarten this year. He comes home from class with "fish slips" now for showing kindness to other classmates. But I remember when he was two and knocked over every kid in sight! Tim Gallagher even gave him a nickname...&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bruiser&lt;/span&gt;, I think it was...I was a little worried that he was going to be a bully for life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned 6 this year, and he was very excited because it was his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;golden&lt;/span&gt; birthday, you know.  6 on the sixth of January.  I'm not exactly sure what that means, but to him, it was extra special.  And he thought and thought about what he wanted to do for his birthday, how he wanted to celebrate with his friends.  My sister had superhero capes made for the boys for Christmas, and somehow, that eventually evolved into us throwing a superhero birthday party for him.  He was just over. the. moon. about it.  He had lots and lots of plans.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We invited a few friends from Sunday School, soccer, and school, and his cousin too.  This is what his invitation said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Calling all SUPER Friends!  You're urgently needed for a Birthday Bash!  Come join us for a &lt;span style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Super Hero Training Camp&lt;/span&gt; to celebrate Ethan's 6th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We here at the CRIME FIGHTING SUPER HERO LEAGUE have noticed you and your special skills. Skills that are necessary and vital to crime fighters. &lt;span style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Do you think you have what it takes to be a Super Hero or Heroine?&lt;/span&gt; Ethan seems to think so. He has invited you to our SUPER SECRET SUPER HERO TRAINING FACILITY at the Everhart's. Training begins at 2 pm on the ninth day of January. &lt;span style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;No uniform required&lt;/span&gt; - it will be provided when you get here! Becoming a Super Hero is not for everyone, but it could be for you. We hope you decide to become a part of the...CRIME FIGHTING SUPER HERO LEAGUE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and I made capes and masks earlier in the week for all the kids, but when they got here we had a table with art supplies so they could decorate arm bands with stickers, sequins, and glitter.  Superheros must have accessories, you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0z00quXhgI/AAAAAAAACw0/PwsWW4BWcQE/s1600-h/DSC_0298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0z00quXhgI/AAAAAAAACw0/PwsWW4BWcQE/s576/DSC_0298.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425980836733748738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0uIKTLdp7I/AAAAAAAACwM/k0NXjTNNO_A/s1600-h/DSC_0303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0uIKTLdp7I/AAAAAAAACwM/k0NXjTNNO_A/s576/DSC_0303.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425579886626318258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0uHwCdk3FI/AAAAAAAACwE/FIdDvZQ3a8E/s1600-h/DSC_0305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0uHwCdk3FI/AAAAAAAACwE/FIdDvZQ3a8E/s576/DSC_0305.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425579435462286418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0uDCeOGZ5I/AAAAAAAACvc/W6eEGsJ3Vkk/s1600-h/DSC_0309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0uDCeOGZ5I/AAAAAAAACvc/W6eEGsJ3Vkk/s576/DSC_0309.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425574254593075090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love the hat head these two have going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0uFPDVYyYI/AAAAAAAACv0/6Yj4pJhleuo/s1600-h/DSC_0307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0uFPDVYyYI/AAAAAAAACv0/6Yj4pJhleuo/s576/DSC_0307.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425576669737437570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0uEUGXwD_I/AAAAAAAACvs/Xv6pIFWnAM0/s1600-h/DSC_0308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0uEUGXwD_I/AAAAAAAACvs/Xv6pIFWnAM0/s576/DSC_0308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425575656940376050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby Grace wore her mask to church the next day.  Her mom said no, or she would have worn the cape too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0z_7EvZCsI/AAAAAAAACxU/gy6eEqbPuPo/s1600-h/DSC_0310-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0z_7EvZCsI/AAAAAAAACxU/gy6eEqbPuPo/s576/DSC_0310-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425993041424485058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we went down to the basement for the *real* superhero training to begin.  Each kid got a training manual with a page for each essential superhero skill:  speed, agility, and marksmanship.  If they passed each skill, they would become superheros.  (They all took this totally seriously...cracked me up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0lRCsFqIyI/AAAAAAAACu8/QviQwW1goCE/s1600-h/DSC_0314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0lRCsFqIyI/AAAAAAAACu8/QviQwW1goCE/s576/DSC_0314.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424956332780954402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first event was a speed relay - they had to change into work clothes, and then when they heard someone in distress, change into their superhero costume and coming running to their aid.  (The person in distress ended up being Dan Billon, one of Dave's college roommates, whose son Isaac played on E's soccer team.  Dan was totally hamming it up for the kids! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0lQeeVj9HI/AAAAAAAACu0/FrblKbln1hc/s1600-h/DSC_0319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0lQeeVj9HI/AAAAAAAACu0/FrblKbln1hc/s576/DSC_0319.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424955710614271090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next the kids bowled for villains (water bottles with pics of famous cartoon villains on them - didn't get a picture of this).  The kids LOVED this and it cost $0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final game was to test their aim.  Dave drew some skyscrapers on brown paper and taped pics of Darth Vader, the Green Goblin, Captain Hook, the bad guy from Up, etc...in windows.  And we broke out the box of nerf guns, so they had their weapon of choice! (We have way too many of those things :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0z13tJsviI/AAAAAAAACw8/VTcsx0cR6Us/s1600-h/DSC_0313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0z13tJsviI/AAAAAAAACw8/VTcsx0cR6Us/s576/DSC_0313.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425981988436491810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they were done, we put stickers on each page of their manuals declared them all superheros.  Then I told them I needed their help.  A villain was on the loose in our house, and he had threatened to steal the birthday cake.  I needed them to track him down with their skills and keep him from ruining the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile Dave (aka, Mr. X) slipped out. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids followed hidden clues all over the house until they finally arrived back in the basement where Mr. X had covered the floor with black bombs (balloons).  They had been told in the clues that they had to jump on the bombs to diffuse them, but to make sure NOT to jump on the green ones (those ones were kryptonite and would make them loose their powers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0z4Lnv4jFI/AAAAAAAACxE/djNRQt5OcIg/s1600-h/DSC_0322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0z4Lnv4jFI/AAAAAAAACxE/djNRQt5OcIg/s576/DSC_0322.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425984529606675538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all passed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0uF-kAwDJI/AAAAAAAACv8/nSMXkx3AQoA/s1600-h/DSC_0327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0uF-kAwDJI/AAAAAAAACv8/nSMXkx3AQoA/s576/DSC_0327.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425577485963103378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening presents with friends - lots of silliness going on! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S00KrFYWJII/AAAAAAAACxc/yphx2Y9w_2A/s1600-h/DSC_0333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S00KrFYWJII/AAAAAAAACxc/yphx2Y9w_2A/s576/DSC_0333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426004861346260098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew is his sweet friend from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S00Oq3VKZnI/AAAAAAAACxk/0VomG8owhe0/s1600-h/DSC_0332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S00Oq3VKZnI/AAAAAAAACxk/0VomG8owhe0/s576/DSC_0332.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426009255621322354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the kids tried to be in this shot - I love all their different expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S00PpItGxiI/AAAAAAAACxs/xq1LEn17ffE/s1600-h/DSC_0334-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S00PpItGxiI/AAAAAAAACxs/xq1LEn17ffE/s576/DSC_0334-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426010325437040162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma and the birthday boy.  He loves the game you gave him! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0lOrq2FpQI/AAAAAAAACuM/hP1vLabRZrA/s1600-h/DSC_0335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0lOrq2FpQI/AAAAAAAACuM/hP1vLabRZrA/s576/DSC_0335.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424953738286966018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0uJLEF4o7I/AAAAAAAACwU/pLFCR-ZjGmU/s1600-h/DSC_0302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0uJLEF4o7I/AAAAAAAACwU/pLFCR-ZjGmU/s576/DSC_0302.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425580999267886002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, big boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0z5u0VxQTI/AAAAAAAACxM/C6xUTLTzLxU/s1600-h/DSC_0337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0z5u0VxQTI/AAAAAAAACxM/C6xUTLTzLxU/s576/DSC_0337.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425986233793855794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're very thankful for another year with Ethan.  This last one has been a good one - we've seen him mature a lot and start to take on some responsibilities at home.  He often asks to help us or asks for chores that he can do.  He is learning to find the joy in serving.  Love that!  Ethan  made a profession of salvation a couple months after he turned 5, and he seems to be growing in his knowledge and desire to live for the Lord.  As a parent, it just thrills your heart to see your little one pouring over the pages of the Bible! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, we are just so thankful for a loving heavenly Father who loves Ethan more than we do.  There is so much peace in knowing that it is not all up to us!  The Lord is orchestrating the events in Ethan's life to grow him into the man He wants him to be...for His glory!  We can try to faithfully raise him, by God's grace, but we know the Lord's pull on his heart will be far greater than any words we ever say.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we just pray that his heart will stay tender to the Lord every year he grows older.  Love you, honey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-5754015745112359964?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/5754015745112359964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=5754015745112359964' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/5754015745112359964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/5754015745112359964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2010/01/golden-birthday.html' title='Golden Birthday'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0z00quXhgI/AAAAAAAACw0/PwsWW4BWcQE/s72-c/DSC_0298.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-9025954328809196643</id><published>2010-01-10T23:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T23:26:40.422-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>Menu Plan Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0qzPCi6tRI/AAAAAAAACvU/s_1ZEoBHark/s1600-h/DSC_0101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0qzPCi6tRI/AAAAAAAACvU/s_1ZEoBHark/s640/DSC_0101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425345772083918098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breakfasts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koinonia Granola&lt;br /&gt;Homemade Yogurt&lt;br /&gt;Oatmeal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lunches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grilled Cheese&lt;br /&gt;Salads&lt;br /&gt;Leftovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dinners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lentils and Brown Rice Soup, Crusty Bread&lt;br /&gt;Mediterranean Herb Pizza, Broccoli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2009/01/cauliflower-soup/"&gt;Cauliflower Soup&lt;/a&gt; (yum!  could not get enough of this Friday night at the Blooms!)&lt;br /&gt;Leftovers, Spicy Molasses Cookies for Bible Study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2009/04/macaroni-cheese/"&gt;Homemade Mac 'n' Cheese&lt;/a&gt;, Fruit Salad, Green Beans, Icecream&lt;br /&gt;Tacos&lt;br /&gt;Chili and Cinnamon Rolls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-9025954328809196643?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/9025954328809196643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=9025954328809196643' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/9025954328809196643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/9025954328809196643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2010/01/menu-plan-monday.html' title='Menu Plan Monday'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0qzPCi6tRI/AAAAAAAACvU/s_1ZEoBHark/s72-c/DSC_0101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-4138728502785970734</id><published>2010-01-06T15:07:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T00:39:42.335-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Name that waterfall...</title><content type='html'>Waimea Falls...look familiar to anyone? That's a very famous pool to some of us who watch Lost.  Bonus points if you can remember what Jack and Kate found at the bottom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0UAxV6kTfI/AAAAAAAACt8/-sAaExlHJgI/s1600-h/DSC_0116-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0UAxV6kTfI/AAAAAAAACt8/-sAaExlHJgI/s640/DSC_0116-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423742173934013938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful walk through the park to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0UADVW-rnI/AAAAAAAACt0/TEvnFSMLcUU/s1600-h/DSC_0124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0UADVW-rnI/AAAAAAAACt0/TEvnFSMLcUU/s640/DSC_0124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423741383510765170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of gorgeous flowers (wishing I had a better lens!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0T-uUnhk-I/AAAAAAAACts/nyyqH9_wfs0/s1600-h/DSC_0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0T-uUnhk-I/AAAAAAAACts/nyyqH9_wfs0/s640/DSC_0113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423739923022844898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family shot before we all jumped in! (sans Clare, of course)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0T9dpsTXFI/AAAAAAAACtk/F_VdaT7b09Q/s1600-h/DSC_0122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0T9dpsTXFI/AAAAAAAACtk/F_VdaT7b09Q/s640/DSC_0122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423738537110625362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Content to sit in the stroller and watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0T9CJBhySI/AAAAAAAACtc/Dt0RWFTxR_s/s1600-h/DSC_0115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0T9CJBhySI/AAAAAAAACtc/Dt0RWFTxR_s/s640/DSC_0115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423738064484813090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy little cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0T8qR_Gy4I/AAAAAAAACtU/GZ5KqtzYbzw/s1600-h/DSC_0130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0T8qR_Gy4I/AAAAAAAACtU/GZ5KqtzYbzw/s640/DSC_0130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423737654573714306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe 2 1/2 weeks ago we were walking around Hawaii!  Seems impossible.  We came home to temps in the single digits and lots of snow.  The Blizzard of '09.  It's been a crazy winter so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-4138728502785970734?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/4138728502785970734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=4138728502785970734' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/4138728502785970734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/4138728502785970734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2010/01/name-that-waterfall.html' title='Name that waterfall...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/S0UAxV6kTfI/AAAAAAAACt8/-sAaExlHJgI/s72-c/DSC_0116-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-5485819548136891629</id><published>2009-12-29T00:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T00:27:52.169-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>Menu Plan Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SzmeEo4VfGI/AAAAAAAACtM/C80LwNm1liw/s1600-h/DSC_0194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SzmeEo4VfGI/AAAAAAAACtM/C80LwNm1liw/s640/DSC_0194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420537429047475298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave bought me &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0061658197/harpercollinspub/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; for Christmas (actually we didn't exchange gifts this year, but he bought it for my stocking, assuming it would fit.  It didn't.)  But I am so happy to have it...and I think I'll try some of the recipes out this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Homemade Pizza with Italian Sausage, Mushrooms, Red Onions, Tomatoes, Olives, Feta, Mozzarella Cheese&lt;/span&gt; (had this tonight - yum!  The recipe in her book is just for the dough.  The toppings were just what we had on hand :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seasoned Roast, Baked Potatoes, Fancy Green Beans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marlboro Man Sandwiches, PW Mac 'n' Cheese, Brett's Salad, Mocha Brownies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spinach &amp;amp; Artichoke Dip and Chips, Bowl of Grapes &lt;/span&gt;(New Year's Eve Party)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Date Night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spinach Quiche, Tomato, Onion &amp;amp; Cucumber Salad with Balsamic Dressing, Crusty Bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grilled Cheese Sandwiches, Sherried Tomato Soup, Brett's Salad, Spicy Molasses Cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-5485819548136891629?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/5485819548136891629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=5485819548136891629' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/5485819548136891629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/5485819548136891629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2009/12/menu-plan-monday.html' title='Menu Plan Monday'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SzmeEo4VfGI/AAAAAAAACtM/C80LwNm1liw/s72-c/DSC_0194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-2929427371692393921</id><published>2009-12-23T22:50:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T23:29:19.571-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Evening hike up Lighthouse Road</title><content type='html'>We spent our first day at the beach, recovering from the 10 hour flight the day before.  There was a 4 hour time change too, so the kids were up before the sun was.  We really can't complain though...they did amazingly well on the plane, beyond our expectations, really...and besides, Dave got a chance to take some great shots at sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at Bellows Air Force Base on the eastern shore.  The little military cabins there kinda reminded us of the housing quarters that The Others had (for all you Lost fans, out there).  Cream colored little boxes, scattered along the beach.  It was so nice to be so close to the water!  We could easily nap babies when they needed it, without having to plan ahead too much.  Made for a very relaxing time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That first evening Michael suggested we go for a hike.  I'm so glad he came on this trip - otherwise, I'm pretty sure I would have stayed on the beach the entire 8 days.  :)  But he kept us moving, and a lot of the activities he suggested ended up being my favorite stuff of the whole vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the southeastern tip of Oahu was a paved trail leading up onto a cliff with a beautiful ocean lookout.  We hiked for a half hour or so to end up with this view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SzL11GGqQNI/AAAAAAAACtA/p_pLQzoLlXo/s1600-h/DSC_0081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SzL11GGqQNI/AAAAAAAACtA/p_pLQzoLlXo/s640/DSC_0081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418663594200547538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SzL1IQaWjjI/AAAAAAAACs4/sIf0ZX2Et1k/s1600-h/DSC_0085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SzL1IQaWjjI/AAAAAAAACs4/sIf0ZX2Et1k/s640/DSC_0085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418662823873383986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cousins!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin yelled this every time we met up with them, even if we had only been apart for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SzL0i-AjjfI/AAAAAAAACsw/80WTcXXNnbo/s1600-h/DSC_0094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SzL0i-AjjfI/AAAAAAAACsw/80WTcXXNnbo/s640/DSC_0094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418662183278185970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset over the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SzL0OwCNWUI/AAAAAAAACso/jCEpJ223KhU/s1600-h/DSC_0087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SzL0OwCNWUI/AAAAAAAACso/jCEpJ223KhU/s640/DSC_0087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418661835929639234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet daddies who carted these 2 all over the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SzLz7euDDlI/AAAAAAAACsg/GpfF2WRWWDI/s1600-h/DSC_0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SzLz7euDDlI/AAAAAAAACsg/GpfF2WRWWDI/s640/DSC_0097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418661504864161362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a sister that I don't get to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nearly&lt;/span&gt; enough of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SzLznJjp52I/AAAAAAAACsY/qeVvilY49hY/s1600-h/DSC_0100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SzLznJjp52I/AAAAAAAACsY/qeVvilY49hY/s640/DSC_0100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418661155586041698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...made for a wonderful day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-2929427371692393921?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/2929427371692393921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=2929427371692393921' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/2929427371692393921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/2929427371692393921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2009/12/evening-hike-up-lighthouse-road.html' title='Evening hike up Lighthouse Road'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SzL11GGqQNI/AAAAAAAACtA/p_pLQzoLlXo/s72-c/DSC_0081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-8988321282184599291</id><published>2009-12-23T22:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T23:00:29.415-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Sunrise in Hawaii</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SzLycBKHzlI/AAAAAAAACsQ/SMj6wv-WDf0/s1600-h/DSC_0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SzLycBKHzlI/AAAAAAAACsQ/SMj6wv-WDf0/s640/DSC_0054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418659864841277010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just got back from an amazing family vacation at Bellows Air Force Base on Oahu.  The whole week was a display of the beauty and creativity of God - it is so beautiful there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-8988321282184599291?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/8988321282184599291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=8988321282184599291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/8988321282184599291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/8988321282184599291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2009/12/sunrise-in-hawaii.html' title='Sunrise in Hawaii'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SzLycBKHzlI/AAAAAAAACsQ/SMj6wv-WDf0/s72-c/DSC_0054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-895338039579578980</id><published>2009-12-02T13:51:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T15:25:18.788-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morning thoughts'/><title type='text'>Tiny vantage point</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SxbGqOUCopI/AAAAAAAACsI/azGU2YvdNfs/s1600-h/_DSC7496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SxbGqOUCopI/AAAAAAAACsI/azGU2YvdNfs/s640/_DSC7496.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410730431031190162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas photo - check!  I love having a photographer for a dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, it's quiet time in our house - the youngest 2 are napping, and I can hear Ethan's soft voice as he reads aloud on my bed.  Cracks me up how he can't read silently yet!  Today was library day at school, and that means new books to read!!!  I so hope his love for reading continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about taking a nap too, but this morning's passage has been on my heart, begging to be written down.  I love how God's Word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pierces&lt;/span&gt; sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking about how&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; a right perspective enables me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to give thanks in all things, all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 13 was in my reading this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"For here we do not have a lasting city, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;we are seeking the city which is to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.  Through Him then, let us continually offer up a sacrifice of praise to God, that is, the fruit of lips that give thanks to His name."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebrews 13:14-15 (emphasis mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continually?  I was so convicted by that word today...does that really mean in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;?  the mundane tasks (the kitchen floor that needs to be cleaned again and again), the difficult seasons (a child who does not want obey), the strained relationships, the pain and sadness of life, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;death&lt;/span&gt; - can I honestly give thanks in these things, Lord?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even hard things can be a platform where I can stand in humble appreciation of the One who suffered outside the gate for me (v.12 - love this verse!).  He suffered so that I can be set apart for Him, so that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my life&lt;/span&gt; can have eternal significance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world is not my home.  I am seeking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a city which is to come&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's really it, isn't it??  All of the joys &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; sorrows of life have deeper meaning than what I see on the surface.  Reminds me of the chorus in Andrew Peterson's song about heaven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is more&lt;br /&gt;More than all this pain&lt;br /&gt;More than all the falling down&lt;br /&gt;And the getting up again&lt;br /&gt;There is more&lt;br /&gt;More than we can see&lt;br /&gt;From our tiny vantage point&lt;br /&gt;In this vast eternity&lt;br /&gt;There is more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Lord, help me tie all these things together in my mind!  Give me Your perspective, so I can teach my children how to live this way too.  As those who are seeking a city which is to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-895338039579578980?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/895338039579578980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=895338039579578980' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/895338039579578980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/895338039579578980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2009/12/tiny-vantage-point.html' title='Tiny vantage point'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SxbGqOUCopI/AAAAAAAACsI/azGU2YvdNfs/s72-c/_DSC7496.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-4490719667453003944</id><published>2009-11-30T10:14:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T13:36:58.119-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>Menu Plan Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SxPvzQtKKWI/AAAAAAAACsA/OnA55HK77QY/s1600/DSC_0307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SxPvzQtKKWI/AAAAAAAACsA/OnA55HK77QY/s400/DSC_0307.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409931241338841442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breakfasts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cereal x2&lt;br /&gt;Banana bread&lt;br /&gt;Pumpkin bread&lt;br /&gt;Muffins from freezer&lt;br /&gt;Eggs &amp;amp; Bacon, Toast&lt;a href="http://www.myfirstkitchen.net/blog/2009/10/19/your-hamburger-needs-no-help.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lunches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grilled cheese&lt;br /&gt;PB&amp;amp;J&lt;br /&gt;Quesadillas&lt;br /&gt;Leftovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dinners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot Dogs &amp;amp; Grapes (for kids), Date Night In with the Man :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myfirstkitchen.net/blog/2009/11/30/rigatoni-with-white-wine-tomato-sauce.html"&gt;Rigatoni with White Wine Tomato Sauce&lt;/a&gt;, Broccoli,&lt;br /&gt;Pancakes &amp;amp; Smoothies&lt;a href="http://www.myfirstkitchen.net/blog/2009/10/19/your-hamburger-needs-no-help.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearty Beef and Noodles&lt;/a&gt;, Rolls&lt;br /&gt;Pizza, fruit, and cookies (Blooms here)&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna, Broccoli Cauliflower Casserole, Caesar Salad, Rolls, Brownies and Icecream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-4490719667453003944?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/4490719667453003944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=4490719667453003944' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/4490719667453003944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/4490719667453003944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2009/11/menu-plan-monday_30.html' title='Menu Plan Monday'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SxPvzQtKKWI/AAAAAAAACsA/OnA55HK77QY/s72-c/DSC_0307.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-6550240953247952208</id><published>2009-11-22T22:20:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T22:56:20.230-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clare'/><title type='text'>Clare, 6 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SwoUFd0HWNI/AAAAAAAACrw/LC_-ffCs2q4/s1600/DSC_0324-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SwoUFd0HWNI/AAAAAAAACrw/LC_-ffCs2q4/s576/DSC_0324-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407156386746816722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet Clare turned 6 months a couple weeks ago! She is officially out of that tiny baby stage, which makes me a little sad! Here's a little update on what she's doing these days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The big news is, she is crawling!!!  All. over. the. place.  She is a crazy woman!  And very proud of her new skill.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As soon as she learned to crawl (which was last week, I think) she started sitting up without help. Now she goes from laying down to crawling to sitting. Which means, it is time to lower the crib, wouldn't you say???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She got her first 2 teeth this month, the bottom ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She loves to eat!  Her favorites are bananas, applesauce, and those Gerber wagon wheels.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She is no longer quiet in church.  (Sad)  She has found her voice!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She's saying lots of consonants - ma-ma, da-da, ba-ba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She nurses during the day, but takes a bottle before bed.  And sleeps all night!  Clare has been my best sleeper, I think.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last month at the doctor's office she was 17 lbs, 10 0z.  Look at those thighs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SwoN-mIn39I/AAAAAAAACrA/htTBDUY5wek/s1600/DSC_0338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SwoN-mIn39I/AAAAAAAACrA/htTBDUY5wek/s576/DSC_0338.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407149671651467218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SwoUdN0eKQI/AAAAAAAACr4/iECKcDk7uHg/s1600/DSC_0320-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SwoUdN0eKQI/AAAAAAAACr4/iECKcDk7uHg/s576/DSC_0320-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407156794770204930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SwoOtmUCj7I/AAAAAAAACrY/hCQU6tqFr1U/s1600/DSC_0324-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SwoOtmUCj7I/AAAAAAAACrY/hCQU6tqFr1U/s576/DSC_0324-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407150479153205170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-6550240953247952208?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/6550240953247952208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=6550240953247952208' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/6550240953247952208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/6550240953247952208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2009/11/clare-6-months.html' title='Clare, 6 months'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SwoUFd0HWNI/AAAAAAAACrw/LC_-ffCs2q4/s72-c/DSC_0324-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-1463764371928333884</id><published>2009-11-18T13:19:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T16:19:12.156-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan'/><title type='text'>FD No. 4 and thoughts on growing up</title><content type='html'>Last week Ethan's class went on a field trip, and Clare and I got to go along! Both kindergarten classes walked down the road to the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fire station&lt;/span&gt;, because they were studying the letter "F" that week. And it was a beautiful, fall day, so there were lots of leaves to crunch underfoot on the way. So fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SwRY6jv5ByI/AAAAAAAACqw/VQvKgmWAgCU/s1600/DSC_0149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SwRY6jv5ByI/AAAAAAAACqw/VQvKgmWAgCU/s576/DSC_0149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405543215803205410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; being able to be involved in Ethan's class, and to see him in this element. It is so encouraging to me to see him grow up and behave well in a setting outside our home. I mean, he has mostly been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;, with me, for his first 5 years of life...and &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sometimes when you're in the midst of raising little ones, it's hard to see &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the fruit of all your labor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Especially when the 3 year old brother has a bad day, and mom feels like pulling her hair out... :)  I really just need to take the time to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reflect&lt;/span&gt;, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SwRZMuUzq_I/AAAAAAAACq4/AVtHffBHryY/s1600/DSC_0147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SwRZMuUzq_I/AAAAAAAACq4/AVtHffBHryY/s576/DSC_0147.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405543527880043506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days like this remind me of how important it is to keep going.  To continue on at home with these little ones.  I would have never thought a kid as hyper and crazy as &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ethan Brooks&lt;/span&gt; could sit still at a desk or stand in a line, especially at 5!   (I love this kid, but he is nothing, if not crazy wild!)  But he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; sit still and listen well - I have seen him with my own eyes...and it just amazes me, to be perfectly honest.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SwRYgUSa9jI/AAAAAAAACqo/21Une791bJk/s1600/DSC_0151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SwRYgUSa9jI/AAAAAAAACqo/21Une791bJk/s576/DSC_0151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405542764976469554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His teacher told me at our Parent-Teacher conference that Ethan has never given her a moment's trouble.  How can this be????  She assured me it was true, that she would tell me if it were otherwise, but that he is very responsive to her authority in the classroom, that he is quick and happy to obey.  Oh my goodness, gracious, could there be sweeter words to a mother's ears???  Thank you, Lord, for letting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; sink in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he is doing great academically, but she went on and on about his knowledge of the Word of God and his scripture memory.  I love that!  (Have I mentioned we love his school???)  At the end of our time together, she said, "Ethan is a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;very special boy&lt;/span&gt;, and I cannot wait to see what the Lord does with his life.  I want to go to his wedding someday, because I just know the Lord is preparing a very special bride for him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SwRYPye4LsI/AAAAAAAACqg/jmBKiZDCzxI/s1600/DSC_0159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SwRYPye4LsI/AAAAAAAACqg/jmBKiZDCzxI/s576/DSC_0159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405542481024003778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love his teacher!  She is very strict with her class, but very loving as well.  When she says it, she means it - I've &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seen&lt;/span&gt; her dole out discipline - but she is quick to appreciate the good character she sees too.  The perfect combination for a kindergarten teacher, I think!  (and for a mom too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SwRX1SluywI/AAAAAAAACqY/UGV9J8cTrXQ/s1600/DSC_0177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SwRX1SluywI/AAAAAAAACqY/UGV9J8cTrXQ/s576/DSC_0177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405542025786215170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every chance she gets, she steals Clare from me. :)  I think she is hoping for some grandchildren of her own in the somewhat near future.  Mom, she just adores the hats you've made for Clare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SwRXgT9h5-I/AAAAAAAACqQ/K7lDpqRh9gw/s1600/DSC_0185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SwRXgT9h5-I/AAAAAAAACqQ/K7lDpqRh9gw/s576/DSC_0185.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405541665377216482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SwRXP3O1y3I/AAAAAAAACqI/4tV6Qin3Tis/s1600/DSC_0189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SwRXP3O1y3I/AAAAAAAACqI/4tV6Qin3Tis/s576/DSC_0189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405541382787287922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been so encouraged by the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;growth&lt;/span&gt; in Ethan's life this year - so glad to see his heart tender to the things of God.  The other night at dinner, he asked Dave when he'd be old enough to pray at the prayer meeting.  That encouraged us!  It is such a joy to see him read and enjoy his Bible... not so very long ago, he was just a wiggly, rowdy toddler that we could hardly keep still at church, and now he is beginning to desire to be involved.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord, keep his heart soft toward You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SwRW7R9iBxI/AAAAAAAACqA/QLcnkIQN8VA/s1600/DSC_0196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SwRW7R9iBxI/AAAAAAAACqA/QLcnkIQN8VA/s576/DSC_0196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405541029185193746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SwRWovZ6xKI/AAAAAAAACp4/bwT0cMv9ja0/s1600/DSC_0205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SwRWovZ6xKI/AAAAAAAACp4/bwT0cMv9ja0/s576/DSC_0205.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405540710671369378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SwRWNqDOMqI/AAAAAAAACpw/z7AsSNrRigs/s1600/DSC_0241.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SwRWNqDOMqI/AAAAAAAACpw/z7AsSNrRigs/s576/DSC_0241.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405540245377528482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan's whole kindergarten class, minus one.  Sporting their &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Very Hungry Caterpillar&lt;/span&gt; t's - the theme of their classroom this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SwRJBnipnJI/AAAAAAAACpg/aEWSmNglzC0/s1600/DSC_0267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SwRJBnipnJI/AAAAAAAACpg/aEWSmNglzC0/s576/DSC_0267.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405525744894450834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;my little kindergartner&lt;/span&gt; - and the joy he finds in learning, the exuberance for life he has.  Every day when I pick him up from school, he jumps in the car and asks, "What exciting thing are we doing today, Mom?"  Cracks me up... for Ethan, life is just one party to the next. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-1463764371928333884?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/1463764371928333884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=1463764371928333884' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/1463764371928333884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/1463764371928333884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2009/11/fd-no-4-and-thoughts-on-growing-up.html' title='FD No. 4 and thoughts on growing up'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SwRY6jv5ByI/AAAAAAAACqw/VQvKgmWAgCU/s72-c/DSC_0149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-2758309372573447429</id><published>2009-11-15T22:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T15:52:06.401-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>Menu Plan Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SwDg8tivUJI/AAAAAAAACpY/eQKzV1YqG7U/s1600/DSC_0298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SwDg8tivUJI/AAAAAAAACpY/eQKzV1YqG7U/s576/DSC_0298.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404566886466670738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;6 months and still hardly any hair to speak of!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breakfasts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lydiasbakery.com/recipes/view/banana-or-apple-muffins/350/"&gt;Apple muffins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/Homemade-Chewy-Granola-Bars-50659"&gt;Homemade granola bars&lt;/a&gt; (no corn syrup)&lt;br /&gt;Cereal&lt;br /&gt;Bagels and cream cheese x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lunches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black bean and corn salsa and chips&lt;br /&gt;Grilled chicken wraps&lt;br /&gt;PB&amp;amp;Honey, grapes&lt;br /&gt;Leftovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dinners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(had a couple meals from last week that we never got around too)&lt;br /&gt;Take-n-bake pizza for Dave and the boys, I'm going out with the girls for Penny's bday!&lt;br /&gt;Black bean and cheese quesadillas, &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2009/11/good-ol-basic-mexican-rice/"&gt;Mexican rice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roast, golden potatoes, &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Carrots-ala-Camille/Detail.aspx"&gt;maple glazed carrots&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myfirstkitchen.net/blog/2008/11/3/hearty-beef-stew.html"&gt;Hearty beef stew&lt;/a&gt;, bread, &lt;a href="http://www.lydiasbakery.com/recipes/view/peanut-butter-cookies/481/"&gt;peanut butter cookies&lt;/a&gt; for Bible study&lt;br /&gt;Baked potato bar - chili, cheese, sour cream&lt;br /&gt;Date night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/31922189-2758309372573447429?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/2758309372573447429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=2758309372573447429' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/2758309372573447429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/2758309372573447429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2009/11/menu-plan-monday_15.html' title='Menu Plan Monday'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SwDg8tivUJI/AAAAAAAACpY/eQKzV1YqG7U/s72-c/DSC_0298.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-7134360756510182628</id><published>2009-11-12T21:08:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T22:34:36.190-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends we love'/><title type='text'>We have kittens!</title><content type='html'>Want one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SvzgPNI_i3I/AAAAAAAACok/zcXM2WKlZr0/s1600-h/DSC_0272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SvzgPNI_i3I/AAAAAAAACok/zcXM2WKlZr0/s576/DSC_0272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403440204767791986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Svzf2wWc6EI/AAAAAAAACoc/HqZrSblDlXM/s1600-h/DSC_0283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Svzf2wWc6EI/AAAAAAAACoc/HqZrSblDlXM/s576/DSC_0283.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403439784722753602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SvzfTgYE7lI/AAAAAAAACoU/yqjYc3LE-5k/s1600-h/DSC_0293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SvzfTgYE7lI/AAAAAAAACoU/yqjYc3LE-5k/s576/DSC_0293.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403439179139182162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SvzdOAF1EXI/AAAAAAAACoE/uqyekwAOySU/s1600-h/DSC_0268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SvzdOAF1EXI/AAAAAAAACoE/uqyekwAOySU/s576/DSC_0268.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403436885550109042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SvzbsLiHF4I/AAAAAAAACn0/ynGQfPmzaLY/s1600-h/DSC_0274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SvzbsLiHF4I/AAAAAAAACn0/ynGQfPmzaLY/s576/DSC_0274.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403435204994340738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SvzbLfGsg5I/AAAAAAAACns/7Ot0rFjnVbk/s1600-h/DSC_0290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SvzbLfGsg5I/AAAAAAAACns/7Ot0rFjnVbk/s576/DSC_0290.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403434643312378770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SvzagyUMmkI/AAAAAAAACnk/0z2_oRkBpHc/s1600-h/DSC_0276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SvzagyUMmkI/AAAAAAAACnk/0z2_oRkBpHc/s576/DSC_0276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403433909734906434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SvzZ7JXmGqI/AAAAAAAACnc/4u-LsiTHr9g/s1600-h/DSC_0284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SvzZ7JXmGqI/AAAAAAAACnc/4u-LsiTHr9g/s576/DSC_0284.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403433263088147106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SvzZDv0bCGI/AAAAAAAACnU/3Aj5OC3gbhc/s1600-h/DSC_0295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SvzZDv0bCGI/AAAAAAAACnU/3Aj5OC3gbhc/s576/DSC_0295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403432311336929378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impromptu playdate = many happy children = 3 slightly traumatized kittens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come rescue one, won't you???? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-7134360756510182628?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/7134360756510182628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=7134360756510182628' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/7134360756510182628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/7134360756510182628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-have-kittens.html' title='We have kittens!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SvzgPNI_i3I/AAAAAAAACok/zcXM2WKlZr0/s72-c/DSC_0272.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-5374830622734497881</id><published>2009-11-08T19:48:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T23:49:02.934-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>Menu Plan Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Svd6u3zNmaI/AAAAAAAACm0/4WCzOnjKLm0/s1600-h/DSC_0023-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Svd6u3zNmaI/AAAAAAAACm0/4WCzOnjKLm0/s576/DSC_0023-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401921223725521314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breakfasts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lydiasbakery.com/recipes/view/pumpkin-bread/412/"&gt;Pumpkin bread&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myfirstkitchen.net/blog/2008/7/28/simple-spinach-quiche.html"&gt;Bacon and swiss quiche&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cereal&lt;br /&gt;Granola bars&lt;br /&gt;Pancakes on Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lunches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leftover roast beef and swiss subs, pickle spears&lt;br /&gt;PBJ’s and smoothies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fortunavirilis.blogspot.com/2009/09/crock-pot-applesauce-recipe.html"&gt;Homemade applesauce&lt;/a&gt; and grilled cheese&lt;br /&gt;Turkey and swiss melts, strawberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myfirstkitchen.net/blog/2009/6/10/grilled-chicken-wraps.html"&gt;Grilled chicken wraps&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dinners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leftover brisket, &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2007/11/delicious_creamy_mashed_potatoes/"&gt;PW mashed potatoes&lt;/a&gt;, green beans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2009/03/chicken-scallopine/"&gt;Chicken scallopine&lt;/a&gt;, Caesar salad&lt;br /&gt;Leftover night!&lt;br /&gt;Loaded nachos with guacamole&lt;br /&gt;Corn dogs, fries, grapes (date night)&lt;br /&gt;Baked potato bar - chili, cheese, sour cream&lt;br /&gt;Roast, golden potatoes, carrots, salad, crusty bread&lt;br /&gt;Corn and black bean salsa and chips (family night)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-5374830622734497881?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/5374830622734497881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=5374830622734497881' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/5374830622734497881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/5374830622734497881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2009/11/menu-plan-monday.html' title='Menu Plan Monday'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Svd6u3zNmaI/AAAAAAAACm0/4WCzOnjKLm0/s72-c/DSC_0023-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-108082086388920046</id><published>2009-11-04T23:15:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T23:50:04.732-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simon'/><title type='text'>Fall Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SvJk8zx0xFI/AAAAAAAACmU/RmM0lJzXjyw/s1600-h/DSC_0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SvJk8zx0xFI/AAAAAAAACmU/RmM0lJzXjyw/s400/DSC_0033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400489899024761938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SvJkZr0W6eI/AAAAAAAACmM/hpsfimjBias/s1600-h/DSC_0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SvJkZr0W6eI/AAAAAAAACmM/hpsfimjBias/s400/DSC_0030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400489295592483298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SvJlQt-V0pI/AAAAAAAACmc/J-0mcfH60Oc/s1600-h/DSC_0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SvJlQt-V0pI/AAAAAAAACmc/J-0mcfH60Oc/s400/DSC_0035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400490241064030866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SvJmoEDFlnI/AAAAAAAACms/UPm7EMbWw7o/s1600-h/DSC_0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SvJmoEDFlnI/AAAAAAAACms/UPm7EMbWw7o/s400/DSC_0046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400491741638137458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SvJl4tNJcuI/AAAAAAAACmk/9UwLKAvMz2w/s1600-h/DSC_0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SvJl4tNJcuI/AAAAAAAACmk/9UwLKAvMz2w/s400/DSC_0036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400490928052466402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SvJfsCN19HI/AAAAAAAACl8/DfoyLutfaaE/s1600-h/DSC_0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SvJfsCN19HI/AAAAAAAACl8/DfoyLutfaaE/s400/DSC_0021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400484113284461682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-108082086388920046?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/108082086388920046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=108082086388920046' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/108082086388920046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/108082086388920046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2009/11/fall-fun.html' title='Fall Fun'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SvJk8zx0xFI/AAAAAAAACmU/RmM0lJzXjyw/s72-c/DSC_0033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-4679611936021515818</id><published>2009-10-26T19:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:57:22.510-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipes'/><title type='text'>Menu Plan Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SuZSnGU_SlI/AAAAAAAACl0/zl2iYsBiAIQ/s1600-h/DSC_1433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SuZSnGU_SlI/AAAAAAAACl0/zl2iYsBiAIQ/s400/DSC_1433.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397092035117140562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The kids painting the chapel shed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about fall makes me enjoy cooking and baking all over again, so my menus recently have been a little more inspiring.  I'm going to try to save them here, so I can look back on them for inspiration when I get stuck in a rut ..... in oh, February or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breakfasts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2009/08/just-a-recipe-banana-bread/"&gt;Banana Bread&lt;/a&gt; (from the freezer) and OJ&lt;br /&gt;Cereal x2&lt;br /&gt;Homemade Granola Bars (&lt;a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/Homemade-Chewy-Granola-Bars-50659"&gt;Mom's recipe&lt;/a&gt;, with honey instead of corn syrup)&lt;br /&gt;Fruit Smoothies&lt;br /&gt;Pancakes, eggs and bacon (on Saturday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lunches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leftover Soups from last week: &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2008/02/sherried_tomato_soup/"&gt;Sherried Tomato&lt;/a&gt;, Taco Soup, &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Its-Chili-by-George/Detail.aspx"&gt;Chili&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leftover Meat and Potatoes&lt;br /&gt;Turkey and Cheese Sandwiches&lt;br /&gt;PB &amp;amp; Honey, Carrot Sticks&lt;br /&gt;Apples and Swiss Cheese Salad with Poppyseed Dressing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Broccoli-Cheese-Soup-VI/Detail.aspx"&gt;Broccoli and Cheese Soup&lt;/a&gt;, Crusty Bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2009/10/chicken-parmigiana/"&gt;Chicken Parmigiana&lt;/a&gt;, Green Beans&lt;br /&gt;Leftovers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myfirstkitchen.net/blog/2009/10/19/your-hamburger-needs-no-help.html"&gt;Hearty Beef and Noodles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corn Dogs, Tator Tots, Fresh Fruit (per Bloom girls' request :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Mimis-Smoked-Salmon-Chowder/Detail.aspx"&gt;Smoked Salmon Chowder&lt;/a&gt;, Crusty Bread&lt;br /&gt;Marinated Roast, Baked Potatoes, Roasted Carrots, House Salad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-4679611936021515818?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/4679611936021515818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=4679611936021515818' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/4679611936021515818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/4679611936021515818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2009/10/menu-plan-monday.html' title='Menu Plan Monday'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SuZSnGU_SlI/AAAAAAAACl0/zl2iYsBiAIQ/s72-c/DSC_1433.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-7532420780014869307</id><published>2009-10-13T15:37:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T16:19:06.093-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simon'/><title type='text'>Fall soccer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/StTzK2HRDGI/AAAAAAAAClk/yAnTPXTUs5o/s1600-h/Soccer+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/StTzK2HRDGI/AAAAAAAAClk/yAnTPXTUs5o/s400/Soccer+collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392202021519559778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another season down.  The boys played fall soccer, and they had their last game on Saturday.  I have to admit, I'm going to miss it, even the early Saturday morning games (maybe).  I have loved watching them play together on a team, learn to be leaders and listen to their dad as a coach.  Lots of lessons to be learned in sports!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan is getting so much better - we can see a definite improvement from last season!  He has a lot more focus this year, and he can control the ball a lot better, keep it in bounds, etc... I think he scored at least once every game, so he was pretty excited about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of the season Dave had lots of talks with him about being a leader among his teammates.  They were a sweet but silly (and easily distracted) bunch of kiddos - and we noticed right away that Ethan usually just followed the crowd and joined in on the goofing off.  It was neat to see him take his dad's advice and try to lead by example, to put his best effort into everything, and to encourage the other players to get into the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is something we've been praying for the Lord to produce in Ethan's life.  Every morning when I drop him off at school, we pray together and I ask the Lord to help him stand up for what is right and to make right choices even if other kids aren't.  And sometimes, when it's his turn to pray, he prays for this too.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/StT67tRJO7I/AAAAAAAACls/y3Tcsd4rNyM/s1600-h/DSC_1422-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/StT67tRJO7I/AAAAAAAACls/y3Tcsd4rNyM/s400/DSC_1422-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392210557540055986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon was able to play this season too - a year early (usually they start them at 4 in this league), and only because Dave was the coach.  He was so excited.  And honestly, for a 3 year old, he is pretty good - he made a few break aways with the ball, and did a good job as goalie.  Mostly he just followed Ethan around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I thought was just super sweet. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-7532420780014869307?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/7532420780014869307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=7532420780014869307' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/7532420780014869307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/7532420780014869307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-soccer.html' title='Fall soccer'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/StTzK2HRDGI/AAAAAAAAClk/yAnTPXTUs5o/s72-c/Soccer+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-6542340371231915673</id><published>2009-10-05T22:24:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T22:56:57.558-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends we love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Apple Festival</title><content type='html'>Sunday was Topeka's annual Apple Festival.  We hope to make this a fall tradition - it was so fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching a pioneer make apple fritters over the campfire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SsrMDzgA8JI/AAAAAAAAClc/uNbWEghpMPI/s1600-h/DSC_1479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SsrMDzgA8JI/AAAAAAAAClc/uNbWEghpMPI/s400/DSC_1479.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389344269838381202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petting zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SsrLo8WWViI/AAAAAAAAClU/4GmLxjg698s/s1600-h/DSC_1444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SsrLo8WWViI/AAAAAAAAClU/4GmLxjg698s/s400/DSC_1444.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389343808357291554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 cent rides on the hand car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SsrKzBpxmLI/AAAAAAAAClM/YpGI8Fcsdc4/s1600-h/DSC_1474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SsrKzBpxmLI/AAAAAAAAClM/YpGI8Fcsdc4/s400/DSC_1474.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389342882068011186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasparilla faces. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SsrJugH8xEI/AAAAAAAAClE/1RMnro_OFJI/s1600-h/DSC_1454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SsrJugH8xEI/AAAAAAAAClE/1RMnro_OFJI/s400/DSC_1454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389341704836662338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clare was just happy to sit and observe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SsrIhN_Y7KI/AAAAAAAACk8/9ccH7aDvags/s1600-h/DSC_1467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SsrIhN_Y7KI/AAAAAAAACk8/9ccH7aDvags/s400/DSC_1467.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389340377118993570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SsrG1p6XA5I/AAAAAAAACk0/Qv013szdnH4/s1600-h/DSC_1468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SsrG1p6XA5I/AAAAAAAACk0/Qv013szdnH4/s400/DSC_1468.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389338529188217746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-6542340371231915673?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/6542340371231915673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=6542340371231915673' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/6542340371231915673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/6542340371231915673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2009/10/apple-festival.html' title='Apple Festival'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SsrMDzgA8JI/AAAAAAAAClc/uNbWEghpMPI/s72-c/DSC_1479.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-5965170540270717830</id><published>2009-09-15T13:46:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T15:45:55.570-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simon'/><title type='text'>Lil' Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's the fourth week of school, and we are settling into a routine, I think&lt;/span&gt;.  As nervous as I was about getting everyone ready and out the door by 8 am every morning, it has gone surprisingly smoothly.  Even with a nursing baby.  She usually eats around 6:30 am, and then goes back to sleep until we leave.  After I drop Ethan off, we squeeze in a quick feeding in the parking lot.  And it works - she is very flexible, most of the time.  I am so, so thankful for this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ethan's teacher is a gem - just one of the most patient, positive people I've ever met.&lt;/span&gt;  She adores every student in her class, and is quick to point out the positive aspects of their personalities.  And very, very forgiving of their wiggles and tendancy to chat.  :)  Every time I hear her talk, I am reminded of 1 Corinthians 13, where it says that love "believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things..."  A kindergarten teacher is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; by definition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Each week they are focusing on one letter of the alphabet&lt;/span&gt;.  Last week was the letter G, and Mrs. Jorgensen took the whole class on a walk to G's Custard for a treat!  And today Ethan informed me that he had a hamburger for "H" week.  Kindergarten snacks have really improved since I went to school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have been enjoying my mornings with Simon&lt;/span&gt;.  Clare usually sleeps the whole time Ethan is at school, so he "helps" with laundry and cleaning, or we read or play together.  And sometimes we get out the watercolors, but that is not always a good idea. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Sq_zwNycXOI/AAAAAAAACkk/v0LmL07BFT0/s1600-h/DSC_1051-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Sq_zwNycXOI/AAAAAAAACkk/v0LmL07BFT0/s400/DSC_1051-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381788089391537378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've been able to get to know his heart a little better these last few weeks.  It has been a special time, our mornings together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Sq_0Pw64tCI/AAAAAAAACks/rd28F6V7Qv4/s1600-h/DSC_1217+copy+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Sq_0Pw64tCI/AAAAAAAACks/rd28F6V7Qv4/s400/DSC_1217+copy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381788631398134818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Clare is growing like a weed - she is the chubbiest baby we've ever had.  Double chin, thunder thighs, and all that.  Poor girl! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-5965170540270717830?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/5965170540270717830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=5965170540270717830' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/5965170540270717830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/5965170540270717830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2009/09/lil-update.html' title='Lil&apos; Update'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Sq_zwNycXOI/AAAAAAAACkk/v0LmL07BFT0/s72-c/DSC_1051-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-5508452359979341737</id><published>2009-09-14T19:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T19:17:28.055-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bargains'/><title type='text'>Swagbucks</title><content type='html'>Have you signed up for &lt;a href="http://www.swagbucks.com/refer/guildgal"&gt;Swagbucks&lt;/a&gt; yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a search engine (like google.com) that rewards you with points that you can redeem for cool prizes.  I just heard about it the other day, and just by doing my normal searching, I've accumulated 8 points.  When I get to 45, I can redeem them for a $5 Amazon gift card!  So that might take awhile...unless you sign up too!  If you sign up using my referral code &lt;a style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" href="http://www.swagbucks.com/refer/guildgal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, you can earn extra points, and I will earn a point for every point you earn!  So I'm shamelessly promoting myself here! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited to see if this program works - I'd love to buy diapers on amazon, that would be amazing.  From what I've read, other people have been able to earn quite a bit from &lt;a href="http://www.swagbucks.com/refer/guildgal"&gt;Swagbucks&lt;/a&gt;, so lets give it a try!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-5508452359979341737?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/5508452359979341737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=5508452359979341737' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/5508452359979341737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/5508452359979341737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2009/09/swagbucks.html' title='Swagbucks'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-3573727957715557723</id><published>2009-09-04T14:41:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T21:53:44.031-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clare'/><title type='text'>4 months</title><content type='html'>My little girl is growing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SqMvLMH_71I/AAAAAAAACkE/BxMF5xk0YPY/s1600-h/DSC_1411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SqMvLMH_71I/AAAAAAAACkE/BxMF5xk0YPY/s400/DSC_1411.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378194249290346322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SqF7yr538EI/AAAAAAAACj0/bPFz12b6RQQ/s1600-h/Clare4months.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SqF7yr538EI/AAAAAAAACj0/bPFz12b6RQQ/s400/Clare4months.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377715540766224450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, I'm not holding a newborn anymore.  She wants to wiggle and kick and make happy baby sounds at me, instead of being content to snuggle in my arms.  In some ways I wish she would just stay small - I have loved every minute of these last 4 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SqMuHiBxKfI/AAAAAAAACj8/3x6SUkj4fTs/s1600-h/DSC_1388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SqMuHiBxKfI/AAAAAAAACj8/3x6SUkj4fTs/s400/DSC_1388.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378193086938687986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clare is still loves to be on her tummy - whether she's awake or asleep.  She can scoot around a bit now and get the toys she wants.  And she adores it when her big brother will sit on the floor and play with her.  She just laughs and laughs at him...it cracks me up - she already has such a personality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SqMwMjT5eJI/AAAAAAAACkM/tSbsKJF_564/s1600-h/DSC_1342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SqMwMjT5eJI/AAAAAAAACkM/tSbsKJF_564/s400/DSC_1342.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378195372205766802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clare has been such a delight - I often find myself silently thanking the Lord for her little life when I'm holding her.  The longer I am a mother, the more I am cherishing each and every moment.  The Lord has truly blessed us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-3573727957715557723?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/3573727957715557723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=3573727957715557723' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/3573727957715557723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/3573727957715557723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2009/09/4-months.html' title='4 months'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SqMvLMH_71I/AAAAAAAACkE/BxMF5xk0YPY/s72-c/DSC_1411.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-202463193134267802</id><published>2009-08-24T15:33:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T16:32:19.353-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan'/><title type='text'>Ethan's first day of Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>I can't believe this day is here!  Ethan wanted me to be sure to set my alarm, so we wouldn't be late for his first day of school.  :)  He laid out his uniform last night, and this morning everything ran so smoothly that we ended up being early enough to take pics in front of the school sign.  Here's our little Kindergartner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SpMJFZ7ilAI/AAAAAAAACjk/kyV5QKud43c/s1600-h/DSC_1373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SpMJFZ7ilAI/AAAAAAAACjk/kyV5QKud43c/s400/DSC_1373.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373648768847746050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave went with us to drop him off, and we had so much fun watching him take it all in.  From the backback hooks, to the bookshelves, to the cubbies, everything in a kindergarten classroom is just so adorable.  And he quickly found his name at the table, next to a boy he met at the Back-to-School picnic this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SpMIc-0gVII/AAAAAAAACjc/Wt3DC0XkA-o/s1600-h/DSC_1377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SpMIc-0gVII/AAAAAAAACjc/Wt3DC0XkA-o/s400/DSC_1377.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373648074375713922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His teacher Mrs. Jorgensen read them a book about a gingerbread man, and then they got to bake gingerbread cookies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SpMKEXf5xOI/AAAAAAAACjs/QwOUCYW5Zyg/s1600-h/DSC_1387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SpMKEXf5xOI/AAAAAAAACjs/QwOUCYW5Zyg/s400/DSC_1387.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373649850526713058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad he had a good day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-202463193134267802?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/202463193134267802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=202463193134267802' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/202463193134267802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/202463193134267802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2009/08/ethans-first-day-of-kindergarten.html' title='Ethan&apos;s first day of Kindergarten'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SpMJFZ7ilAI/AAAAAAAACjk/kyV5QKud43c/s72-c/DSC_1373.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-776142669583399946</id><published>2009-08-02T19:31:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:16:38.884-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Iliff Commons</title><content type='html'>Our last day of "stay-cation" was Thursday, as Dave had a meeting he couldn't miss on Friday.  It was absolutely perfect weather that day, mid 70's with a breeze, too perfect to stay inside.  So we packed up the kids and lunch and headed out to Iliff Commons for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to get a little running in, which was wonderful.  It is so fun to run with the kids, but I really haven't been able to do that since the end of my pregnancy.  Clare isn't quite old enough to take the impact of a jogging stroller...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SnZlWoS5fhI/AAAAAAAACjI/QLTe22EqCks/s1600-h/DSC_1240-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SnZlWoS5fhI/AAAAAAAACjI/QLTe22EqCks/s400/DSC_1240-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365587445506735634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is exactly the kind of activity my kids need - wide open spaces to run in, so they can burn off some of that crazy energy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SnZj_dLwbRI/AAAAAAAACi4/pdYpPirMIDo/s1600-h/DSC_1242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SnZj_dLwbRI/AAAAAAAACi4/pdYpPirMIDo/s400/DSC_1242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365585947875372306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were out there, I remember being amazed at how beautiful the Kansas prairie was, with the wildflowers swaying in the breeze under a crisp, blue sky.  There is just something about being in nature that makes me so at peace, so content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am a city girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Lord's handiwork is so evident - every flower is so intricate, every tree so unique.  It is just amazing to see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SnZjPJtjzXI/AAAAAAAACio/7DJyroYLNyU/s1600-h/DSC_1251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SnZjPJtjzXI/AAAAAAAACio/7DJyroYLNyU/s400/DSC_1251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365585118014721394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks ago Dave got into a conversation on a job site with an architect who is a Unitarian.  Somehow the discussion turned spiritual, and the man asked Dave what he believed.  He was shocked when Dave mentioned that he believed everything in the Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about creation?  How old do you think the world is?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"About 6000 years old, actually," Dave answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incredulously, the architect asked how Dave, as an engineer, a man whose world revolves around mathematics and science, could believe in creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how could he, an architect who designs buildings and lays out plans for them, believe that such an intricate world happened by chance? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every wildflower in Kansas proclaims that they had a Maker - One who fashioned and designed them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SnZjl-InmyI/AAAAAAAACiw/mqy2ltosTTQ/s1600-h/DSC_1248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SnZjl-InmyI/AAAAAAAACiw/mqy2ltosTTQ/s400/DSC_1248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365585510043982626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little family - an attempt at using the self-timer on my camera. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SnZivRZvj0I/AAAAAAAACig/o6BL--vfoLc/s1600-h/DSC_1253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SnZivRZvj0I/AAAAAAAACig/o6BL--vfoLc/s400/DSC_1253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365584570323275586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clare slept the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SnZC40-Hx6I/AAAAAAAACiY/I4DI8-PzmJE/s1600-h/DSC_1256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SnZC40-Hx6I/AAAAAAAACiY/I4DI8-PzmJE/s400/DSC_1256.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365549550117832610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SnZCYPwJNNI/AAAAAAAACiQ/ngLF2O06OcI/s1600-h/DSC_1261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SnZCYPwJNNI/AAAAAAAACiQ/ngLF2O06OcI/s400/DSC_1261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365548990371280082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was proud of Simon for making it up some of those hills.  He is, after all, only 3.  And he really didn't hesitate - just plowed right on up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SnZBa6EFCjI/AAAAAAAACiA/fzcfgj1tYqw/s1600-h/DSC_1276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SnZBa6EFCjI/AAAAAAAACiA/fzcfgj1tYqw/s400/DSC_1276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365547936577292850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SnZAmtRYF0I/AAAAAAAACh4/wZJoFNZtb4o/s1600-h/DSC_1279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SnZAmtRYF0I/AAAAAAAACh4/wZJoFNZtb4o/s400/DSC_1279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365547039790208834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SnY_VBQpqmI/AAAAAAAAChw/bdLxARBLkgU/s1600-h/DSC_1293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SnY_VBQpqmI/AAAAAAAAChw/bdLxARBLkgU/s400/DSC_1293.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365545636406602338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We loved this tree house in the woods - it was really high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SnY-ngbIB3I/AAAAAAAACho/upAT2-D4Tbc/s1600-h/DSC_1308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SnY-ngbIB3I/AAAAAAAACho/upAT2-D4Tbc/s400/DSC_1308.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365544854498051954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, our lovely week at home is over.  It's late Sunday night, and the house is quiet except for the soft hum of the fan.  Everyone is asleep but me.  I really should be sleeping too, but my sweet husband let me take a 3 hour nap this afternoon while he cleaned the house.  So I'm a little wired now...but very grateful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just meditating tonight on Psalm 100, since Jessie mentioned it to me today.  Ethan's Sunday School class is going to memorize this passage over the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Shout joyfully to the Lord, all the earth.&lt;br /&gt;Serve the Lord with gladness;&lt;br /&gt;Come before Him with joyful singing.&lt;br /&gt;Know that the Lord Himself is God;&lt;br /&gt;It is He who has made us,&lt;br /&gt;and not we ourselves;&lt;br /&gt;We are His people&lt;br /&gt;and the sheep of His pasture.&lt;br /&gt;Enter His gates with thanksgiving,&lt;br /&gt;and His courts with praise.&lt;br /&gt;Give thanks to Him;&lt;br /&gt;bless His name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For the Lord is good&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;His lovingkindness is everlasting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and His faithfulness to all generations&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful that the Lord is faithful and good to us, that His love will never fail, never fade away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Rachel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-776142669583399946?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/776142669583399946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=776142669583399946' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/776142669583399946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/776142669583399946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2009/08/iliff-commons.html' title='Iliff Commons'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SnZlWoS5fhI/AAAAAAAACjI/QLTe22EqCks/s72-c/DSC_1240-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-1581255316434465673</id><published>2009-07-31T14:49:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T16:02:21.409-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Weekly blessings</title><content type='html'>We've had way too much fun this week, and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; be catching up on all the laundry and cleaning I've neglected instead of sitting here editing photos.  I probably have 8 loads waiting for me, and you don't even want to get near the boys' bathroom right now!  But my washer decided to leak during the first load I attempted today, and to keep the basement from flooding, I had to shut off the water to the whole house.  So there's not much I can do until Dave gets home...guess I'll enjoy the excuse while I can.  :) (I guess I could vacuum, but I'm going to ignore that thought!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SnNZ1T9KGII/AAAAAAAAChA/OkPR6ouhYCA/s1600-h/DSC_1204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SnNZ1T9KGII/AAAAAAAAChA/OkPR6ouhYCA/s400/DSC_1204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364730353553119362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been sooo nice to have Dave home for the good part of this week.  We've accomplished everything we'd hoped to, and more.  Of course Great Wolf Lodge was a blast, but I think my favorite part was just the time factor.  Getting to spend time talking with the boys, catching glimpses into their hearts, without the rush of so many activities and commitments.  It is hitting me very hard that Ethan will start kindergarten in 3 weeks (can it be?).  I am so excited for him, and so thankful for the sweet young man he is becoming...but it is a bit hard to watch too.  It's a new phase of life for us - and I'm sure it will bring it's own joys and challenges - but I will never get back the preschool years with Ethan.  So I just want to soak up these last days of summer with him and make the most of our time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I think I will probably cry when I drop him off the first day!  It makes me emotional just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt; about it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SnNblp12ArI/AAAAAAAAChY/G8rqgMp8s1s/s1600-h/DSC_1217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SnNblp12ArI/AAAAAAAAChY/G8rqgMp8s1s/s400/DSC_1217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364732283573371570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clare has been enjoying the extra cuddle time too - she has such a quick, charming smile.  I hope her friendly demeanor continues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SnNdD_vbq-I/AAAAAAAAChg/FTVUyeqBu-A/s1600-h/DSC_1231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SnNdD_vbq-I/AAAAAAAAChg/FTVUyeqBu-A/s400/DSC_1231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364733904359762914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say about our middle child?  Because he is that, in every sense of the word.  Such a funny little kid!  Dramatic as all get out!  With a bit of a tendancy toward doing things his own way instead of obeying.  We are working on it!  And a week of 2 on 1 parenting has been helpful, I think.  A little back-up never hurts! :)  But oh, I love him to death...and I am looking forward to more time with him this fall when E is in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SnNaOE8VBrI/AAAAAAAAChI/w5PBGAF7BH4/s1600-h/DSC_1219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SnNaOE8VBrI/AAAAAAAAChI/w5PBGAF7BH4/s400/DSC_1219.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364730779019839154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today when I was grocery shopping with the 3 of them (see, I did get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; accomplished today!), an older gentleman was watching our little troop, and he smiled and said, "You have been very blessed!"  And I think so too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a gift to be a mother - to help shape little hearts and listen to their thoughts.  To have constant companions throughout the day (even if those said companions inform you that they just cracked an egg on the kitchen floor...what in the world????  I better end this, quick!).  My life is pretty crazy and hectic with these 3, but goodness, it is precious too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-1581255316434465673?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/1581255316434465673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=1581255316434465673' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/1581255316434465673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/1581255316434465673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2009/07/weekly-blessings.html' title='Weekly blessings'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SnNZ1T9KGII/AAAAAAAAChA/OkPR6ouhYCA/s72-c/DSC_1204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-5487189958725892910</id><published>2009-07-27T22:11:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T23:20:41.098-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Great Wolf Lodge - day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Sm6IOacLPdI/AAAAAAAACgw/o2w2a60y-fI/s1600-h/DSC_1149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Sm6IOacLPdI/AAAAAAAACgw/o2w2a60y-fI/s400/DSC_1149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363373987441884626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We interrupted our stay-cation to try out Great Wolf Lodge for a couple days.  We've been wanting to try it out for awhile, and it definitely did not disappoint!  The boys were over the moon when they saw the water park and everything else, and how could they not be?  The place is all. about. kids.  (And spending money, sheesh, its a total tourist trap!  haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Sm58e2x1LXI/AAAAAAAACgA/ZioDnv9BMfo/s1600-h/DSC_1153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Sm58e2x1LXI/AAAAAAAACgA/ZioDnv9BMfo/s400/DSC_1153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363361075787279730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look who found her thumb!  Not sure how I feel about this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Sm6HZPONb2I/AAAAAAAACgo/DHRdXGPhC0g/s1600-h/DSC_1160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Sm6HZPONb2I/AAAAAAAACgo/DHRdXGPhC0g/s400/DSC_1160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363373073897451362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several hours in the water park, we went to dinner.  The boys got to grab an instrument and join all the other kids in a parade around the restaurant.  Ethan loved this!  Simon chickened out. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Sm6G1b0j4aI/AAAAAAAACgg/WYQtfyVVZbU/s1600-h/DSC_1176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Sm6G1b0j4aI/AAAAAAAACgg/WYQtfyVVZbU/s400/DSC_1176.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363372458804240802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Sm6GNFcB32I/AAAAAAAACgY/ipOe2CuMMb4/s1600-h/DSC_1167-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Sm6GNFcB32I/AAAAAAAACgY/ipOe2CuMMb4/s400/DSC_1167-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363371765601001314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At 8pm they had story time in the lobby (in your pj's, no less!  fun!), and after a bit more exploring, everyone crashed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Sm6FeENT7UI/AAAAAAAACgQ/rhYWM6S8n8U/s1600-h/DSC_1178-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Sm6FeENT7UI/AAAAAAAACgQ/rhYWM6S8n8U/s400/DSC_1178-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363370957816982850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times!  I love family vacations!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-5487189958725892910?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/5487189958725892910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=5487189958725892910' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/5487189958725892910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/5487189958725892910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2009/07/great-wolf-lodge-day-1.html' title='Great Wolf Lodge - day 1'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Sm6IOacLPdI/AAAAAAAACgw/o2w2a60y-fI/s72-c/DSC_1149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-1502269530433779138</id><published>2009-07-24T19:29:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T09:10:34.632-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Sonja's 30th and more</title><content type='html'>A couple weekends ago we celebrated my sister-in-law Sonja's 30th birthday out at her parents' house.  Big hat party style.  And I don't know what has been up with the weather, but we have had the most beautiful evenings this summer.  Even in July!  It has been just gorgeous.  The Schonbergs have some acreage out in the country, with plenty of room for the kids to run and play.  We honestly hardly saw them the whole evening!  I guess that is one of the perks of having some land (and something we consider from time to time).  It would be nice for our kids to have the freedom to roam a bit.  Maybe someday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents were in town, as well as Nate, Ruth and Matt too, so they all came along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Smpq3YgYcCI/AAAAAAAACf4/scnoz_h7QVw/s1600-h/_DSC6797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Smpq3YgYcCI/AAAAAAAACf4/scnoz_h7QVw/s400/_DSC6797.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362215806041616418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SmppkKkN_AI/AAAAAAAACfo/4FmJUjj1q1c/s1600-h/_DSC6801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SmppkKkN_AI/AAAAAAAACfo/4FmJUjj1q1c/s400/_DSC6801.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362214376370469890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SmpqdSphQYI/AAAAAAAACfw/Lj6dOwM0Yj8/s1600-h/_DSC6794.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SmpqdSphQYI/AAAAAAAACfw/Lj6dOwM0Yj8/s400/_DSC6794.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362215357792731522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SmppPH1vC9I/AAAAAAAACfg/w12SvehMvuM/s1600-h/_DSC6791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SmppPH1vC9I/AAAAAAAACfg/w12SvehMvuM/s400/_DSC6791.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362214014861380562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Smpo34AgTUI/AAAAAAAACfY/loJM3kvUOCs/s1600-h/_DSC6795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Smpo34AgTUI/AAAAAAAACfY/loJM3kvUOCs/s400/_DSC6795.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362213615474593090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Dave ended up taking off work a little earlier than he had planned. Sometime while it was still dark outside (early Friday morning), the stomach flu hit me with a vengeance, and I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; not recovered.  It has been a long day (for me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; for him, I am sure), but I am just hoping and praying that no one else gets it. Our scheduled stay-at-home vacation could be pretty miserable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat in the bathroom last night, praying for this to be over, I kept thinking about how many people are sick and suffering, and how little I have known of that.  I am so grateful to the Lord for our health, for our children's health.  I know it could be different.  Maybe someday it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; be.  But for now I can cling to the Lord in the short periods of suffering I endure...and be thankful for His watchful eye over our little family.  He knows, and He cares.  And He has promised never to leave us, no matter what trials may come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-1502269530433779138?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/1502269530433779138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=1502269530433779138' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/1502269530433779138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/1502269530433779138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2009/07/sonjas-30th-and-more.html' title='Sonja&apos;s 30th and more'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Smpq3YgYcCI/AAAAAAAACf4/scnoz_h7QVw/s72-c/_DSC6797.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-8634876907900257394</id><published>2009-07-23T15:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:17:05.312-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clare'/><title type='text'>She loves her sling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SmjbIL-u3PI/AAAAAAAACeg/02VthGiVwCk/s1600-h/_DSC6785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SmjbIL-u3PI/AAAAAAAACeg/02VthGiVwCk/s400/_DSC6785.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361776290085919986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am just so in awe of having a daughter.  We are already having so much fun together, and she can't even talk yet!  But she is just a ray of sunshine most of the time - her sweet baby coo's assure me that she fully appreciates the big bows, bracelets, and cute, girly outfits as much as I do.  Hopefully that's what she's been saying anyway.  Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been sleeping a 7 to 10 hour stretch at night for several weeks now, and every morning when I see her sweet face, I can't help but smother her with kisses.  What a good little girl she is!  (on a side note, perhaps this has something to do with why my middle child can't keep his lips off her?  Just modeling my behavior!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without the nighttime feedings, I should be rested and back to my old self, but I'm not quite there yet.  Since her birth, we've packed the summer full with traveling and get-togethers with friends and family.  Every bit of it worth it and FUN!  But exhausting too...sometimes you just have to slow down a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's our plan...Dave is taking next week off, and we are sticking close to home.  Our plan is to play with the kids.  Relax.  Eat yummy food.  Sleep in.  Watch movies.  Swim.  Snuggle our sweeties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-8634876907900257394?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/8634876907900257394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=8634876907900257394' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/8634876907900257394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/8634876907900257394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2009/07/she-loves-her-sling.html' title='She loves her sling'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SmjbIL-u3PI/AAAAAAAACeg/02VthGiVwCk/s72-c/_DSC6785.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-938211026023499007</id><published>2009-07-19T16:40:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T16:48:04.242-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscellaneous'/><title type='text'>My style...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SmOhud6n5zI/AAAAAAAACdI/BTuJxBHprXk/s1600-h/snapshot-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SmOhud6n5zI/AAAAAAAACdI/BTuJxBHprXk/s400/snapshot-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360305801177589554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SmOhNOMt10I/AAAAAAAACdA/gEWlBrTa6g0/s1600-h/snapshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SmOhNOMt10I/AAAAAAAACdA/gEWlBrTa6g0/s400/snapshot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360305230022825794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Your style was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hamptons White Wash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You don't live by the sea; you live with the sea.  A calm, balanced environment is your perfect space. Beloved memories fill your home. You love details and textures. The pieces you choose have stories to tell.  Your home is welcoming; a place where people love to spend time together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://iscd.edu.au/personal-style-quiz/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Your personal style quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-938211026023499007?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/938211026023499007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=938211026023499007' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/938211026023499007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/938211026023499007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-style.html' title='My style...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SmOhud6n5zI/AAAAAAAACdI/BTuJxBHprXk/s72-c/snapshot-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-2232244488686196874</id><published>2009-07-12T13:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T14:08:36.359-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clare'/><title type='text'>Love this girl</title><content type='html'>2 months old and couldn't be sweeter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SlpCAVla0FI/AAAAAAAACc4/OXOflnhttsg/s1600-h/DSC_1140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SlpCAVla0FI/AAAAAAAACc4/OXOflnhttsg/s400/DSC_1140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357667280272150610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-2232244488686196874?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/2232244488686196874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=2232244488686196874' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/2232244488686196874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/2232244488686196874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-this-girl.html' title='Love this girl'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SlpCAVla0FI/AAAAAAAACc4/OXOflnhttsg/s72-c/DSC_1140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-1587067054463605530</id><published>2009-06-21T22:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:53:17.568-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Father's Day 2009</title><content type='html'>To my 2 favorite fathers - thank you for pouring your life into your kids.  It is obvious how much you are loved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Sj8NyqPvbOI/AAAAAAAACco/lkzONua5ukw/s1600-h/_DSC6546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Sj8NyqPvbOI/AAAAAAAACco/lkzONua5ukw/s400/_DSC6546.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350010046324370658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Sj8NyejIOGI/AAAAAAAACcg/VyN-02op0qE/s1600-h/_DSC6577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Sj8NyejIOGI/AAAAAAAACcg/VyN-02op0qE/s400/_DSC6577.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350010043184461922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-1587067054463605530?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/1587067054463605530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=1587067054463605530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/1587067054463605530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/1587067054463605530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day-2009.html' title='Father&apos;s Day 2009'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Sj8NyqPvbOI/AAAAAAAACco/lkzONua5ukw/s72-c/_DSC6546.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-7563088776613409351</id><published>2009-06-15T13:05:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:20:05.569-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simon'/><title type='text'>Tee ball star</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SjaduVOf2GI/AAAAAAAACcY/yoVxzY74IGI/s1600-h/DSC_1050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SjaduVOf2GI/AAAAAAAACcY/yoVxzY74IGI/s400/DSC_1050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347635026846537826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, not really - Ethan is by far the youngest kid on his team, and he hasn't ever played before. But he can hold his own, and with his height, it's impossible to tell. Dave got a little lucky getting him enrolled though, since the team is for K-2nd graders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SjadWydHRmI/AAAAAAAACcQ/WKgs65QwToo/s1600-h/DSC_1037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SjadWydHRmI/AAAAAAAACcQ/WKgs65QwToo/s400/DSC_1037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347634622375609954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have been enjoying going to his games as a family, and cheering Ethan on.  That picture was of a strike, but it was the only shot I got of him batting! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Sjac9Q17MZI/AAAAAAAACcI/bsHFL3Eo3EM/s1600-h/DSC_1047-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Sjac9Q17MZI/AAAAAAAACcI/bsHFL3Eo3EM/s400/DSC_1047-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347634183856140690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, he reminds me of his dad!  Or maybe my brother Michael...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Sjacn7bnvDI/AAAAAAAACcA/KV1RSq6jD6w/s1600-h/DSC_1032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Sjacn7bnvDI/AAAAAAAACcA/KV1RSq6jD6w/s400/DSC_1032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347633817331416114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, Simon would rather be playing too, but now that he has his sister to keep him company, he's ok with just watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SjacJMNSxzI/AAAAAAAACb4/iMdoVq3crGU/s1600-h/DSC_1028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SjacJMNSxzI/AAAAAAAACb4/iMdoVq3crGU/s400/DSC_1028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347633289258780466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poor girl, she gets so many kisses from that kid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-7563088776613409351?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/7563088776613409351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=7563088776613409351' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/7563088776613409351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/7563088776613409351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2009/06/tee-ball-star.html' title='Tee ball star'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SjaduVOf2GI/AAAAAAAACcY/yoVxzY74IGI/s72-c/DSC_1050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-5999206704606227240</id><published>2009-06-11T15:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T15:10:38.156-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends we love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>VBS 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bounce house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SjFwTjXPoNI/AAAAAAAACbw/UNK7pmaYdUY/s1600-h/DSC_0934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SjFwTjXPoNI/AAAAAAAACbw/UNK7pmaYdUY/s400/DSC_0934.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346177713878048978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lessons with the infamous Mr. Miller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SjFvvupozcI/AAAAAAAACbo/osmA-vcKSLs/s1600-h/DSC_0939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SjFvvupozcI/AAAAAAAACbo/osmA-vcKSLs/s400/DSC_0939.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346177098432695746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Games, friends, and lots of fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strike your best ninja pose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SjFvUft-WcI/AAAAAAAACbg/7dGbHwuIRxY/s1600-h/DSC_0944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SjFvUft-WcI/AAAAAAAACbg/7dGbHwuIRxY/s400/DSC_0944.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346176630567885250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Sonja and the girlies (Nyah gets jealous, I think :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SjFvE8g83XI/AAAAAAAACbY/y-cKy7h51UI/s1600-h/DSC_0948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SjFvE8g83XI/AAAAAAAACbY/y-cKy7h51UI/s400/DSC_0948.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346176363419983218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SjFuxzLOT5I/AAAAAAAACbQ/t4SqNMExPTQ/s1600-h/DSC_0952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SjFuxzLOT5I/AAAAAAAACbQ/t4SqNMExPTQ/s400/DSC_0952.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346176034495418258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someday she will play with you, Nyah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SjFtTU0c_ZI/AAAAAAAACbI/L9EIdfwlTZI/s1600-h/DSC_0954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SjFtTU0c_ZI/AAAAAAAACbI/L9EIdfwlTZI/s400/DSC_0954.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346174411439144338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lots of extra cousin time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SjFs_f4DG9I/AAAAAAAACbA/hb6UYzy_pk8/s1600-h/DSC_0956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SjFs_f4DG9I/AAAAAAAACbA/hb6UYzy_pk8/s400/DSC_0956.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346174070809631698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The week of VBS is always fun!  And the boys really soak up the lessons - every night at bedtime Dave had great discussions with them about what Mr. Miller had talked about that night.  It is so neat to see their little minds taking it all in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to admit, I'm glad for a slower pace this week!&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/31922189-5999206704606227240?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/5999206704606227240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=5999206704606227240' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/5999206704606227240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/5999206704606227240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2009/06/vbs-2009.html' title='VBS 2009'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SjFwTjXPoNI/AAAAAAAACbw/UNK7pmaYdUY/s72-c/DSC_0934.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-2343145938304422755</id><published>2009-06-11T13:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T13:56:47.226-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clare'/><title type='text'>6 weeks</title><content type='html'>Clare is almost 6 weeks old now.  She is fitting into our family so well that it seems like she's been around a lot longer than that!  I would say that she's the easiest baby ever, but I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; still waking up pretty tired in the mornings... :)  But really, she is a gift!  I can't complain when she's really only up once to eat in the middle of the night.  From birth, she's been this way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SjFNaTbcKqI/AAAAAAAACaw/AkbSq0cvGy0/s1600-h/DSC_1031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SjFNaTbcKqI/AAAAAAAACaw/AkbSq0cvGy0/s400/DSC_1031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346139346952792738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clare would prefer to sleep on her tummy (as have all my children), so for now she is doing a lot of sleeping in the swing.  She is currently snuggled up in bed with me, with my comforter pulled to her chin.  I'm breaking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; the rules with my 3rd kid. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point we're not really sure who she looks like.  She really resembled Simon when she was first born, same hair color and face shape, and she has the Renes chin, for sure. :)  But she is looking more and more like her own person these days.  I am guessing she will be blonde, but for now she still has some light brown fuzz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys adore her, of course, sometimes a little too much, I think.  The first couple weeks they were better about being cautious with her, but they are getting a little bolder now.  Poor girl, to be picked up by a 3 year old!  Scariness!  The first time I spotted him, I about lost it!  I must have gotten the point across, so now he doesn't pick her up.  He just lays on her and coo's, no matter if she's asleep or not.  I'm not a big fan of this (okay, so it's totally driving me nuts!), so we're working on it.  That, and a few attitude issues too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theirs, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; mine. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all in all, the Lord has been so good to us, and I am trying to keep my mind focused on that.  We'll get the kinks ironed out soon, and life will be back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as normal as life for a stay-at-home mom with 3 kids can be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-2343145938304422755?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/2343145938304422755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=2343145938304422755' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/2343145938304422755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/2343145938304422755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2009/05/6-weeks.html' title='6 weeks'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SjFNaTbcKqI/AAAAAAAACaw/AkbSq0cvGy0/s72-c/DSC_1031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-5407501532110726876</id><published>2009-06-05T13:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T13:21:05.571-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends we love'/><title type='text'>Who's coming over today, Mom?</title><content type='html'>One of the best things about not being pregnant anymore is having the energy to have friends over again.  The boys have been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;begging&lt;/span&gt; to invite people over, pretty much every day, and it has been so fun to say yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have pictures of all our playdates of late, but I did manage to pull the camera out for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; special moment. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Silu2HjF_LI/AAAAAAAACao/VqMR5T62F5E/s1600-h/DSC_0911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Silu2HjF_LI/AAAAAAAACao/VqMR5T62F5E/s400/DSC_0911.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343924308870036658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing better than PBJ faces, bed head, and mix and match dress up clothes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Asher refused to be in the picture, but he was there too. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-5407501532110726876?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/5407501532110726876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=5407501532110726876' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/5407501532110726876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/5407501532110726876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2009/06/whos-coming-over-today-mom.html' title='Who&apos;s coming over today, Mom?'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Silu2HjF_LI/AAAAAAAACao/VqMR5T62F5E/s72-c/DSC_0911.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-5259101408264822000</id><published>2009-05-31T21:49:00.019-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:30:11.837-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Little trip to Estes Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last weekend, for Memorial Day, we drove to Estes Park and stayed for a few days with some of Dave's family. It was a perfect little get-away, and even with a 3 week old, we had a wonderful time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still pretty cool in Colorado this time of year, and when we hiked in Rocky Mountain National Park, there was still snow on the ground.  Here are a few shots from the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our family - minus one!  She was staying warm in the car with Grandma. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SiNWv2AUPFI/AAAAAAAACaQ/K_Cov15A-L4/s1600-h/DSC_0828-2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SiNWv2AUPFI/AAAAAAAACaQ/K_Cov15A-L4/s400/DSC_0828-2+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342208962942221394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our group (except Grandma and Clare, of course!), including Brittney's friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nichelle&lt;/span&gt; and Chris' girlfriend Alex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SiNWi2b1teI/AAAAAAAACaI/yBQgmW4qP_Y/s1600-h/DSC_0832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SiNWi2b1teI/AAAAAAAACaI/yBQgmW4qP_Y/s400/DSC_0832.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342208739719362018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chris and Alex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SiNV21CzgSI/AAAAAAAACaA/aFtBYjqVY2s/s1600-h/DSC_0833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SiNV21CzgSI/AAAAAAAACaA/aFtBYjqVY2s/s400/DSC_0833.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342207983431680290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;View around Bear Lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SiNVrZckIbI/AAAAAAAACZ4/nkRP7CIovxg/s1600-h/DSC_0839.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SiNVrZckIbI/AAAAAAAACZ4/nkRP7CIovxg/s400/DSC_0839.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342207787044970930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The boys had so much fun sliding around on the snow and climbing up rocks - Colorado is a dream come true for little guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SiNVVRiZ5jI/AAAAAAAACZw/-ysimfnJ0zQ/s1600-h/DSC_0840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SiNVVRiZ5jI/AAAAAAAACZw/-ysimfnJ0zQ/s400/DSC_0840.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342207406964860466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dave and the boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SiNUsguL8EI/AAAAAAAACZo/IpsgUmfDHdE/s1600-h/DSC_0843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SiNUsguL8EI/AAAAAAAACZo/IpsgUmfDHdE/s400/DSC_0843.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342206706666172482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kim and Brit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SiNUOSCuCyI/AAAAAAAACZg/CBjkHYe-iJY/s1600-h/DSC_0845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SiNUOSCuCyI/AAAAAAAACZg/CBjkHYe-iJY/s400/DSC_0845.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342206187329686306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;...not sure what is going on here???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SiNT_I0MsZI/AAAAAAAACZY/Gtsilx4QjWw/s1600-h/DSC_0846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SiNT_I0MsZI/AAAAAAAACZY/Gtsilx4QjWw/s400/DSC_0846.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342205927154823570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;irresistibly&lt;/span&gt; drawn to my little boy's eyes.  Can't. get. enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SiNTWY95kjI/AAAAAAAACZQ/ihqg66GEqBQ/s1600-h/DSC_0848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SiNTWY95kjI/AAAAAAAACZQ/ihqg66GEqBQ/s400/DSC_0848.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342205227115844146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dave and Si Si&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SiNTFfLDNtI/AAAAAAAACZI/R7EIWIx0SSI/s1600-h/DSC_0851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SiNTFfLDNtI/AAAAAAAACZI/R7EIWIx0SSI/s400/DSC_0851.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342204936723838674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nichelle and Ethan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SiNSnNJk4tI/AAAAAAAACZA/sMNDiSSC4SU/s1600-h/DSC_0855.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SiNSnNJk4tI/AAAAAAAACZA/sMNDiSSC4SU/s400/DSC_0855.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342204416489743058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SiNR_KNUfJI/AAAAAAAACY4/WvWwoja51RY/s1600-h/DSC_0856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SiNR_KNUfJI/AAAAAAAACY4/WvWwoja51RY/s400/DSC_0856.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342203728505371794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Glacier Falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SiNRscdvhDI/AAAAAAAACYw/gwVnSleSkuQ/s1600-h/DSC_0872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SiNRscdvhDI/AAAAAAAACYw/gwVnSleSkuQ/s400/DSC_0872.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342203406988575794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the many elk we saw - there were tons of them everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SiNQy_brtHI/AAAAAAAACYo/m9oW-kHZchk/s1600-h/DSC_0883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SiNQy_brtHI/AAAAAAAACYo/m9oW-kHZchk/s400/DSC_0883.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342202419942765682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On top of Trail Ridge Road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SiNQWkiHUNI/AAAAAAAACYg/442p6Fkr9ow/s1600-h/DSC_0901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SiNQWkiHUNI/AAAAAAAACYg/442p6Fkr9ow/s400/DSC_0901.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342201931685646546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SiNQFzaAU6I/AAAAAAAACYY/PdyOsfYP3m8/s1600-h/DSC_0907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SiNQFzaAU6I/AAAAAAAACYY/PdyOsfYP3m8/s400/DSC_0907.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342201643620389794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-5259101408264822000?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/5259101408264822000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=5259101408264822000' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/5259101408264822000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/5259101408264822000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-trip-to-estes-park.html' title='Little trip to Estes Park'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SiNWv2AUPFI/AAAAAAAACaQ/K_Cov15A-L4/s72-c/DSC_0828-2+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-2563164907382035536</id><published>2009-05-28T14:54:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T15:12:43.838-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clare'/><title type='text'>Clare's room</title><content type='html'>Life is moving at such a fast pace these days, leaving me without much time for some of the things I love most.  Like blogging.  Yeah, that obviously hasn't been a priority!  But I miss it, and want to remember these wonderful days.  So I'm going to make an attempt to write a little more if I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Sh76rHtsnqI/AAAAAAAACYQ/nxI7w-mJLz8/s1600-h/DSC_0813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Sh76rHtsnqI/AAAAAAAACYQ/nxI7w-mJLz8/s400/DSC_0813.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340981826820021922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clare is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; baby - she sleeps well, eats well - and well, what more can you ask?!  At 3 weeks now, she has experienced a lot in her short little life - kisses galore from adoring big brothers, lots of walks to the park, 2 minor surgical procedures, a trip to Wichita, 2 graduation ceremonies, a trip to Colorado, our first trip to the grocery store with all 3 kiddos, and all of the other stuff that has happened in between.  Her laid back personality (for now, anyway!) has made it easy to resume life as normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Sh76eSREBqI/AAAAAAAACYI/ACMsYoUXg_4/s1600-h/DSC_0808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Sh76eSREBqI/AAAAAAAACYI/ACMsYoUXg_4/s400/DSC_0808.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340981606314411682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am so glad to get back to normal again!  Those last few months of pregnancy were killer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Sh76Os4674I/AAAAAAAACYA/X0oqEsMsZvA/s1600-h/DSC_0815.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Sh76Os4674I/AAAAAAAACYA/X0oqEsMsZvA/s400/DSC_0815.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340981338583003010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now she is sleeping in our room at night, although I think that will change soon.  Oops, just saw another thing that I need to catch up on...filling those picture frames!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-2563164907382035536?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/2563164907382035536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=2563164907382035536' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/2563164907382035536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/2563164907382035536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2009/05/clares-room.html' title='Clare&apos;s room'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Sh76rHtsnqI/AAAAAAAACYQ/nxI7w-mJLz8/s72-c/DSC_0813.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-7213244727427843089</id><published>2009-05-14T21:18:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:31:24.440-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clare'/><title type='text'>The first week</title><content type='html'>10 days old - time is just flying by around here. And even though I've intended to take lots of pictures of her, my time is mostly spent just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;holding&lt;/span&gt; sweet Clare.  Life is mostly peaceful and serene...and I'm soaking up the moments with my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Sgzf1vD_WNI/AAAAAAAACX4/v9QaCTwjfHM/s1600-h/DSC_0795-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Sgzf1vD_WNI/AAAAAAAACX4/v9QaCTwjfHM/s400/DSC_0795-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335885772786456786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Sgzflt87ciI/AAAAAAAACXw/HOoABYa792U/s1600-h/DSC_0792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Sgzflt87ciI/AAAAAAAACXw/HOoABYa792U/s400/DSC_0792.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335885497610498594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Sgzfbdb7eNI/AAAAAAAACXo/7PDMdbNGedA/s1600-h/DSC_0797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Sgzfbdb7eNI/AAAAAAAACXo/7PDMdbNGedA/s400/DSC_0797.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335885321378429138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are enjoying lots of Grandma time, but she is leaving in a couple days.  The real test will be on Monday when I am by myself with the 3 of them for the first time (as in, can I really do this?????).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-7213244727427843089?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/7213244727427843089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=7213244727427843089' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/7213244727427843089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/7213244727427843089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-week.html' title='The first week'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Sgzf1vD_WNI/AAAAAAAACX4/v9QaCTwjfHM/s72-c/DSC_0795-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-3918086869385353609</id><published>2009-05-10T20:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T20:49:27.042-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simon'/><title type='text'>Little evangelist</title><content type='html'>At bedtime tonight....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan:  "Dad, maybe this is the night that we make Simon go to heaven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave:  "oh yeah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan:  (goes over to Simon's bed) "Simon, do you trust in the Lord Jesus as your Savior?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon:  (thinks for a minute)  "Nope."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan:  "Okay then, well, you'll have to go to h*ll."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon:  "Turkey Hill?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-3918086869385353609?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/3918086869385353609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=3918086869385353609' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/3918086869385353609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/3918086869385353609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-evangelist.html' title='Little evangelist'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-229194710303587405</id><published>2009-05-08T13:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T13:36:20.423-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clare'/><title type='text'>She's here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SgSF7oeLtII/AAAAAAAACXg/zcmnacp-EVk/s1600-h/DSC_0707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SgSF7oeLtII/AAAAAAAACXg/zcmnacp-EVk/s400/DSC_0707.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333535118236300418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday afternoon, May 4th, Clare Addison joined our family.  She made a quick entrance - I wasn't even sure I was in labor when we went into the hospital, but a short while later, she was born.  We are just so thankful to have her here and doing so well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clare was 8 lbs, 3 oz and 21 inches long.  She was so alert at birth, but we have barely seen her eyes since.  She likes to sleep apparently! (hoping this continues)  Right now I am snuggled up in bed with her on my chest for some afternoon cuddles, her favorite way to nap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more pictures soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-229194710303587405?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/229194710303587405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=229194710303587405' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/229194710303587405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/229194710303587405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2009/05/shes-here.html' title='She&apos;s here!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SgSF7oeLtII/AAAAAAAACXg/zcmnacp-EVk/s72-c/DSC_0707.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-161929493669736373</id><published>2009-04-25T10:39:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T11:17:15.169-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ethan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simon'/><title type='text'>Friday night fun run</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dave and the boys participated in a fun run last night that our favorite, local running store hosted. It was held on the grounds of the Kansas History Museum, so the kids got to run through the woods on trails.  And it was gorgeous spring weather - made for a wonderful night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan was signed up for the 1/4 mile race, and Simon was determined to run too...so Dave ran with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so proud of my boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SfNCmShUYYI/AAAAAAAACXU/iDHXxgmjbwg/s1600-h/DSC_0654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SfNCmShUYYI/AAAAAAAACXU/iDHXxgmjbwg/s400/DSC_0654.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328676009683476866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Medals for all finishers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SfNCMVSOCKI/AAAAAAAACXM/ZJV5nynfIYs/s1600-h/DSC_0656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SfNCMVSOCKI/AAAAAAAACXM/ZJV5nynfIYs/s400/DSC_0656.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328675563748853922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SfNB0u-B-zI/AAAAAAAACXE/obZDvCcFsUs/s1600-h/DSC_0660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SfNB0u-B-zI/AAAAAAAACXE/obZDvCcFsUs/s400/DSC_0660.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328675158326639410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ethan had so much fun that he decided to run in the half mile race too.  From what I heard, he and Cam were pretty competitive - she really wanted to beat him, but his legs are like twice as long as hers.  So you know how hard she had to work to stay this close to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SfNBOKwTsgI/AAAAAAAACW8/IWfRGkpBZ50/s1600-h/DSC_0665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SfNBOKwTsgI/AAAAAAAACW8/IWfRGkpBZ50/s400/DSC_0665.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328674495770374658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SfNAegESaAI/AAAAAAAACW0/2RcuvCm57Nw/s1600-h/DSC_0666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SfNAegESaAI/AAAAAAAACW0/2RcuvCm57Nw/s400/DSC_0666.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328673676857600002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SfM_eeDWfOI/AAAAAAAACWs/iCXTSoHz0rQ/s1600-h/DSC_0667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SfM_eeDWfOI/AAAAAAAACWs/iCXTSoHz0rQ/s400/DSC_0667.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328672576805174498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SfM-8Ch4XJI/AAAAAAAACWk/uzOzmBJz0So/s1600-h/DSC_0669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SfM-8Ch4XJI/AAAAAAAACWk/uzOzmBJz0So/s400/DSC_0669.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328671985301478546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Simon insisted on running the half mile race too!  (This event was supposed to be for kindergartners through 6th grade...not 3 year olds!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SfM-cCLvBTI/AAAAAAAACWc/yCvzX1CzIaw/s1600-h/DSC_0672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SfM-cCLvBTI/AAAAAAAACWc/yCvzX1CzIaw/s400/DSC_0672.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328671435452777778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He finished though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SfM95AMALoI/AAAAAAAACWU/_BjcPlnqczA/s1600-h/DSC_0677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SfM95AMALoI/AAAAAAAACWU/_BjcPlnqczA/s400/DSC_0677.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328670833621610114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And of course Ethan had to run the mile race too - no hesitation!  Here he comes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SfM9mAbYrEI/AAAAAAAACWM/3t3lpVGcXRM/s1600-h/DSC_0683.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SfM9mAbYrEI/AAAAAAAACWM/3t3lpVGcXRM/s400/DSC_0683.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328670507268615234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finishing strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SfM9GijZvWI/AAAAAAAACWE/IU7bjuAHVt8/s1600-h/DSC_0689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SfM9GijZvWI/AAAAAAAACWE/IU7bjuAHVt8/s400/DSC_0689.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328669966673231202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It looked like a blast, and I was wishing I could have been out there with them.  A month ago, I would have been, but my feet are starting to swell and even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walking&lt;/span&gt; is pretty painful right now.  So pathetic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come, baby, come!&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/31922189-161929493669736373?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/161929493669736373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=161929493669736373' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/161929493669736373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/161929493669736373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2009/04/friday-night-fun-run.html' title='Friday night fun run'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SfNCmShUYYI/AAAAAAAACXU/iDHXxgmjbwg/s72-c/DSC_0654.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-1292737856643372456</id><published>2009-04-23T20:16:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:15:38.872-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Count down</title><content type='html'>17 days to go, my ticker says.  I find myself alternating between being anxious to see things get going and secretly hoping that I have awhile yet.  I know what I'm getting into, after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are staying busy and enjoying these last carefree days before baby arrives (and rocks our world a bit :).  Cousin time.  Play dates.  Walks to the park up the road.  Playing in the sprinkler since the weather has been so nice.  We are having a good time, if you can't tell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SfEiYYpyfmI/AAAAAAAACV0/Xw-K0F_xRgA/s1600-h/DSC_0586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SfEiYYpyfmI/AAAAAAAACV0/Xw-K0F_xRgA/s400/DSC_0586.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328077636485938786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SfEiYjoZNPI/AAAAAAAACV8/98Q5h94yxWQ/s1600-h/DSC_0576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SfEiYjoZNPI/AAAAAAAACV8/98Q5h94yxWQ/s400/DSC_0576.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328077639432877298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SfEhkvKkCAI/AAAAAAAACVs/7N6bAjgWaW0/s1600-h/DSC_0583-2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SfEhkvKkCAI/AAAAAAAACVs/7N6bAjgWaW0/s400/DSC_0583-2+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328076749175785474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fully intended to have Simon potty-trained by now, but having friends live with us put that temporarily on hold.  And he wasn't AT ALL interested either, so I knew it was going to be a challenge.  So wouldn't you know that he is interested all of a sudden, right when I am a few weeks from due??!!!  I just shake my head at this kid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning he woke up dry, went potty, and stayed dry all morning!  Wore Lightning McQueen underwear for several hours, in fact.  Then he just totally lost interest for the rest of the day.  And since this wasn't my idea (I don't really WANT to potty train right now!), I don't really care.  I just let him put diapers back on.  Am I a crazy mom, or what????!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my life right now - stuck in limbo until this little one decides to make an appearance. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-1292737856643372456?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/1292737856643372456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=1292737856643372456' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/1292737856643372456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/1292737856643372456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2009/04/count-down.html' title='Count down'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SfEiYYpyfmI/AAAAAAAACV0/Xw-K0F_xRgA/s72-c/DSC_0586.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-6914108290111595002</id><published>2009-04-16T12:59:00.021-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T14:33:21.432-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Baby shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm almost term! On Sunday I will hit 37 weeks, and I cannot put into words how ready I am! Even though there is plenty of things to do to keep me busy, I am longing for the day when I can just stop all the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doing&lt;/span&gt;, and just hold my sweet daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday my sweet friends threw me a baby shower on my sister-in-law Kim's back porch. It was a perfect setting - and almost perfect weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SeeHc44lJmI/AAAAAAAACVI/L0mXxy5mQtA/s1600-h/DSC_0521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SeeHc44lJmI/AAAAAAAACVI/L0mXxy5mQtA/s400/DSC_0521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325374014764688994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The food was amazing - chicken salad sandwiches, shrimp, marinated cheese cubes, chicken pasta with roasted red peppers, fruit salad, and more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SeeHL5O9WrI/AAAAAAAACVA/GG8plFdjwpA/s1600-h/DSC_0524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SeeHL5O9WrI/AAAAAAAACVA/GG8plFdjwpA/s400/DSC_0524.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325373722800773810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; and the champagne cakes were to die for! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SeeG-r7AcjI/AAAAAAAACU4/lexuCf9cL7s/s1600-h/DSC_0526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SeeG-r7AcjI/AAAAAAAACU4/lexuCf9cL7s/s400/DSC_0526.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325373495889130034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Shawna, Alex, Jessie and Lynn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SeeGvDIEJVI/AAAAAAAACUw/JLieEXNi44A/s1600-h/DSC_0527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SeeGvDIEJVI/AAAAAAAACUw/JLieEXNi44A/s400/DSC_0527.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325373227240006994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SeeIvmX2gaI/AAAAAAAACVQ/-K4dJPwgQp4/s1600-h/DSC_0533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SeeIvmX2gaI/AAAAAAAACVQ/-K4dJPwgQp4/s400/DSC_0533.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325375435724718498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SeeGck6yjpI/AAAAAAAACUo/LuFtzKiXfN0/s1600-h/DSC_0530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SeeGck6yjpI/AAAAAAAACUo/LuFtzKiXfN0/s400/DSC_0530.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325372909893619346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Penny, Ashlee, Doris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SeeF-jd3ndI/AAAAAAAACUg/aX3ZbmtdZsA/s1600-h/DSC_0531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SeeF-jd3ndI/AAAAAAAACUg/aX3ZbmtdZsA/s400/DSC_0531.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325372394107805138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SeeFufh-QvI/AAAAAAAACUY/M7gGhhjNt8g/s1600-h/DSC_0532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SeeFufh-QvI/AAAAAAAACUY/M7gGhhjNt8g/s400/DSC_0532.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325372118173369074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, it was Shawna and Lydia who threw the shower.....how did you guess?????!!  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SeeFh-7KnvI/AAAAAAAACUQ/-bZj5Z22nuw/s1600-h/DSC_0534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SeeFh-7KnvI/AAAAAAAACUQ/-bZj5Z22nuw/s400/DSC_0534.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325371903262236402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I received so many beautiful things - it was so fun to open each gift and imagine a little &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt; wearing all that stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SeeFOKnyu8I/AAAAAAAACUI/37wKAAF99Mo/s1600-h/DSC_0535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SeeFOKnyu8I/AAAAAAAACUI/37wKAAF99Mo/s400/DSC_0535.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325371562804820930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SeeEwRFbvZI/AAAAAAAACUA/4ZMGc_YQD9s/s1600-h/DSC_0536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SeeEwRFbvZI/AAAAAAAACUA/4ZMGc_YQD9s/s400/DSC_0536.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325371049143680402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jessie shared the sweetest devotion about how God sees and knows this little one I'm carrying - and that He designed her for a purpose.  So incredible to think about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She reminded me that when we studied the names of God this past year in Bible study, El Roi, the God Who Sees, was my favorite one.&lt;/span&gt;  It meant so much to me at the time, because of certain things I was going through, to be able to cling to that characteristic of the Lord, that He sees and knows everything that is going on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like Hagar recognized that about Him - she had been treated unfairly by Abraham and Sarah, now she had a child and the circumstances looked bleak, and she found herself running away.  But the Lord pursued her and promised to bless her.  Her part was to simply obey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew.  He knew all the trials and hardships she had faced and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; face.  He was actively watching out for her, and she could trust Him because of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love this about the Lord!  My El Roi watches me too - and the little ones entrusted to me and Dave.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My part is just to obey Him...and to leave the circumstances up to Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are plenty of difficulties in parenting (some that I don't even know about yet!), but when we rest in knowing that the Lord is watching out for our children - (that He cares more deeply for them than we even do!) - we can just enjoy them for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;gifts&lt;/span&gt; that they really are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How precious to be given another gift - a daughter to raise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SeeEctRauZI/AAAAAAAACT4/DazpwFqSPcI/s1600-h/DSC_0540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SeeEctRauZI/AAAAAAAACT4/DazpwFqSPcI/s400/DSC_0540.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325370713112754578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;me with Lydia &amp;amp; Shawna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SeeDGVkBSaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/xYPTivBBKFk/s1600-h/DSC_0547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SeeDGVkBSaI/AAAAAAAACTQ/xYPTivBBKFk/s400/DSC_0547.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325369229279578530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Reagan &amp;amp; me...I win!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SeeEG97ikuI/AAAAAAAACTw/0NqP7ChxqOQ/s1600-h/DSC_0543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SeeEG97ikuI/AAAAAAAACTw/0NqP7ChxqOQ/s400/DSC_0543.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325370339627274978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SeeDpa7nusI/AAAAAAAACTg/HoaXWvGgS7Q/s1600-h/DSC_0546+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SeeDpa7nusI/AAAAAAAACTg/HoaXWvGgS7Q/s400/DSC_0546+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325369832016165570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;me and Shawna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SeeC0Fr4r8I/AAAAAAAACTI/S4E4S1rCgSA/s1600-h/DSC_0552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SeeC0Fr4r8I/AAAAAAAACTI/S4E4S1rCgSA/s400/DSC_0552.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325368915779956674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Belly shot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The shower was such a fun time - I enjoyed every bit of it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who helped with the preparations.  I have some very sweet friends, don't I????!&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/31922189-6914108290111595002?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/6914108290111595002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=6914108290111595002' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/6914108290111595002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/6914108290111595002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby-shower.html' title='Baby shower'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SeeHc44lJmI/AAAAAAAACVI/L0mXxy5mQtA/s72-c/DSC_0521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-4994499550082316013</id><published>2009-04-07T15:00:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T15:23:28.373-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Nesting</title><content type='html'>Sonja got me motivated to break out my sewing machine this week, and it was just the push I needed to get started on my list.  You know, my list of things to do before the baby comes.... yeah, it's a long one. :)  It feels so good to have made some headway on some projects so far this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a coat of paint on the baby room walls last night - it's Ralph Lauren's Verona Pink from their vintage masters collection.  And today I sprayed a coat of white on the crib and guest bed headboard.  Remarkable how dirty and dinged up a crib can get between children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My end of the sewing projects are almost done (a lady on etsy.com is making most of the bedding and Sonja is making a quilt out of the same fabrics).  Here's my stack of burp clothes and some throw pillows for the guest bed to match the crib bedding.  So fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SdvBAs7C4KI/AAAAAAAACTA/Awk8VR8hRaw/s1600-h/DSC_0516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SdvBAs7C4KI/AAAAAAAACTA/Awk8VR8hRaw/s400/DSC_0516.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322059602471346338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Sdu_yLMj6cI/AAAAAAAACS4/Gink5TabTiQ/s1600-h/DSC_0518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Sdu_yLMj6cI/AAAAAAAACS4/Gink5TabTiQ/s400/DSC_0518.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322058253388212674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruth, I made you some burp clothes too!  I'll try to get them in the mail this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Sdu_G1BPbrI/AAAAAAAACSw/WmzNCnvg6VM/s1600-h/DSC_0519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/Sdu_G1BPbrI/AAAAAAAACSw/WmzNCnvg6VM/s400/DSC_0519.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322057508700778162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, all of this is going on amidst leaking washer valves, huge plumber bills, basement carpet pad removal (just a little bit, thankfully!), the NCAA tournament games, a weekend away with my hubby, and just about a zillion other things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is moving fast right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1239027208_1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-4994499550082316013?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/4994499550082316013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=4994499550082316013' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/4994499550082316013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/4994499550082316013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2009/04/nesting.html' title='Nesting'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SdvBAs7C4KI/AAAAAAAACTA/Awk8VR8hRaw/s72-c/DSC_0516.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-8269538576192215290</id><published>2009-04-02T13:54:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T14:53:34.771-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenting'/><title type='text'>A day at home can be a good thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SdUgmkZ4ojI/AAAAAAAACSg/lN3y9SscCAI/s1600-h/DSC_0504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SdUgmkZ4ojI/AAAAAAAACSg/lN3y9SscCAI/s400/DSC_0504.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320194381787472434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kitchen window makes me smile.  Simon picked every daffodil in bloom in the backyard for me - but I couldn't even be the slightest bit annoyed.  He was so sweet and charming when he brought them in to me.  Such a tenderhearted little man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was running a low-grade temp last night and just feeling kind of icky, so we stayed in today.  I was bummed, because our MOPS meeting was this morning - and I love going.  But Dave and I have a get-away weekend planned, so rest is essential.  I don't want to miss this opportunity to spend time with my husband all alone...and maybe decide on a baby name too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that a day of rest is what we all needed, I guess.  By the end of yesterday I was ready to pull my hair out because of these wild banshees that I am apparently responsible for. :)  I was frustrated, to say the least.  Some days its like the noise level in this house gets way past what any sane person could tolerate...and other days, like today, well, sweet peace reigns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me what the difference is...I have no idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At lunchtime while we sat at the table together, I got out a couple books to read to them.  One, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Leading-Little-Ones-God-Teachings/dp/0802851207/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1238705048&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Leading Little Ones to God&lt;/a&gt;, we bought on recommendation from a blog writer I love, and the other, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Childs-First-Book-Virtues/dp/1565073290/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1238704972&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;A Child's First Book of Virtues&lt;/a&gt;, was given to us by our friend Barb V.  The boys &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adore&lt;/span&gt; these books! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SdUhXJEYsmI/AAAAAAAACSo/mTqyeRIun2o/s1600-h/DSC_0499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SdUhXJEYsmI/AAAAAAAACSo/mTqyeRIun2o/s400/DSC_0499.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320195216263131746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must not read to them often enough, because they were so excited when I pulled them out.  Ethan said, "Mom!  This is just as good as watching a movie with popcorn!  We get to listen to you read while we eat our yummy lunch!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That kid never lacks enthusiasm, I'll say that much! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the second book, we read several stories about the virtue of honesty.  Always a good subject with preschool boys.  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked Ethan if he knew what the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;honesty&lt;/span&gt; meant, he said, "yeah, it's like telling the truth, right?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thought for a moment and then sheepishly grinned up at me, "Remember when I used to get out chocolate chips without telling you and then I lied about it?  That wasn't honesty." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that made an impression on him!  That was probably 6 months ago!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-8269538576192215290?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/8269538576192215290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=8269538576192215290' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/8269538576192215290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/8269538576192215290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-at-home-can-be-good-thing.html' title='A day at home can be a good thing'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SdUgmkZ4ojI/AAAAAAAACSg/lN3y9SscCAI/s72-c/DSC_0504.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-1419929199987475213</id><published>2009-03-31T22:17:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T12:48:46.125-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>34 week update</title><content type='html'>Saw my midwife yesterday, and I'm still measuring a week ahead. Praying that it holds true! I am so DONE with being pregnant right now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I have plenty to do to keep me busy until then, I'm sure. There's a room to paint pink, and lots of sewing to do. And the crib needs a fresh coat of paint too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for nesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I've been working on getting the house settled and rooms moved around. The Marshalls moved out last weekend, and so now it feels like our house is just huge! The boys are so excited to be back in their old room again...Simon kept saying, "Thank you, Mommy, for my bed. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank&lt;/span&gt; you! I looooooove it." He was very into the details as we were moving everything back in - arranging things and neatly stacking toys in the closet. He is so very different than Ethan - it is interesting to see his personality come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SdOwrpleFII/AAAAAAAACSU/gSaHurAhfKA/s1600-h/DSC_0490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SdOwrpleFII/AAAAAAAACSU/gSaHurAhfKA/s400/DSC_0490.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319789848798565506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday when he woke up from his nap, he came over to the couch to cuddle with me. He laid his head on my belly, hugged me, and said, "I love my baby sister."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he asked, "Can I teach her how to run faster than Ethan when she comes out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just so curious how she will fare in this house full of boys - will she be a total tomboy???? :) Because honestly, the two brother dynamic is so different than just one. If the boys are apart, they are so much calmer. We notice a huge difference when Dave or I take just one of them along on errands. But put the two of them together, and there is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;immediate&lt;/span&gt; competition of some sort...to see who can be the loudest, the silliest, the strongest, etc... it is crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; that it's only the beginning....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-1419929199987475213?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/1419929199987475213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=1419929199987475213' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/1419929199987475213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/1419929199987475213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2009/03/34-week-update.html' title='34 week update'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/SdOwrpleFII/AAAAAAAACSU/gSaHurAhfKA/s72-c/DSC_0490.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-5098267345098662512</id><published>2009-03-21T19:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T19:09:54.308-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends we love'/><title type='text'>Girls Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/ScWPQ0NNl_I/AAAAAAAACSM/exAulFaC7bo/s1600-h/DSC_0485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/ScWPQ0NNl_I/AAAAAAAACSM/exAulFaC7bo/s400/DSC_0485.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315812454235478002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/ScWPFqgyknI/AAAAAAAACSE/088NIXbXF_I/s1600-h/DSC_0482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/ScWPFqgyknI/AAAAAAAACSE/088NIXbXF_I/s400/DSC_0482.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315812262654677618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonja and I left all the guys and kids at her house, and met Kelly and Tanya for dinner and a slumber party.  Haven't done that in awhile!  We had a great time catching up.  These are my GIRLS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-5098267345098662512?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/5098267345098662512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=5098267345098662512' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/5098267345098662512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/5098267345098662512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2009/03/girls-night.html' title='Girls Night'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/ScWPQ0NNl_I/AAAAAAAACSM/exAulFaC7bo/s72-c/DSC_0485.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-6812664009925074031</id><published>2009-03-19T08:55:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T09:19:22.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TGC Kids Club Skate Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/ScJevHZwX6I/AAAAAAAACR8/DSuCEB3K_Y8/s1600-h/DSC_0454-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/ScJevHZwX6I/AAAAAAAACR8/DSuCEB3K_Y8/s400/DSC_0454-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314914673784545186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/ScJecYNYiiI/AAAAAAAACR0/eqprgQ29NpU/s1600-h/DSC_0457-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/ScJecYNYiiI/AAAAAAAACR0/eqprgQ29NpU/s400/DSC_0457-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314914351878539810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/ScJePFMNGbI/AAAAAAAACRs/JjD8DYgi7dY/s1600-h/DSC_0474.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/ScJePFMNGbI/AAAAAAAACRs/JjD8DYgi7dY/s400/DSC_0474.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314914123435022770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/ScJeH-liOxI/AAAAAAAACRk/gRbz-7rOlJE/s1600-h/DSC_0476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/ScJeH-liOxI/AAAAAAAACRk/gRbz-7rOlJE/s400/DSC_0476.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314914001403132690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a busy week.  Somehow between play dates, parades, midwife appointments, skating parties, and life in general, we found ourselves on our way to Oklahoma!  It's just a quick visit, just time enough for Brittany to find the perfect prom dress.  So we'll be home sometime today, I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just enjoyed a waffle and fruit breakfast, and now Ethan and Grandma are playing Guess Who at the table, while Si eats some yogurt.  Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-6812664009925074031?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/6812664009925074031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=6812664009925074031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/6812664009925074031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/6812664009925074031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2009/03/tgc-kids-club-skate-party.html' title='TGC Kids Club Skate Party'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/ScJevHZwX6I/AAAAAAAACR8/DSuCEB3K_Y8/s72-c/DSC_0454-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31922189.post-3444756208743529954</id><published>2009-03-17T20:42:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T20:51:25.203-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends we love'/><title type='text'>St. Paddy's Day Parade</title><content type='html'>We decked out in green, called some friends, and headed downtown. It was surprisingly warm for March - 80 degrees! We all got a little sun, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/ScBg0AoO91I/AAAAAAAACRc/47ptB2pM3JQ/s1600-h/DSC_0442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/ScBg0AoO91I/AAAAAAAACRc/47ptB2pM3JQ/s400/DSC_0442.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314354006935402322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/ScBgePG7E-I/AAAAAAAACRU/caIIMMPzWjs/s1600-h/DSC_0444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/ScBgePG7E-I/AAAAAAAACRU/caIIMMPzWjs/s400/DSC_0444.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314353632865096674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/ScBgK4u6V6I/AAAAAAAACRM/Z3Zfh-OT02Q/s1600-h/DSC_0448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/ScBgK4u6V6I/AAAAAAAACRM/Z3Zfh-OT02Q/s400/DSC_0448.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314353300441290658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/ScBf0Zwv-7I/AAAAAAAACRE/pcFKl3u_1Io/s1600-h/DSC_0450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/ScBf0Zwv-7I/AAAAAAAACRE/pcFKl3u_1Io/s400/DSC_0450.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314352914170379186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31922189-3444756208743529954?l=daveandrachel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/feeds/3444756208743529954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31922189&amp;postID=3444756208743529954' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/3444756208743529954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31922189/posts/default/3444756208743529954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daveandrachel.blogspot.com/2009/03/st-paddys-day-parade.html' title='St. Paddy&apos;s Day Parade'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08111794635817110181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3fWcTG7siA/ScBg0AoO91I/AAAAAAAACRc/47ptB2pM3JQ/s72-c/DSC_0442.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.co
