<?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-5008203324056860859</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:06:26.075-05:00</updated><category term='.'/><title type='text'>Live To Love and Laugh</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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>214</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008203324056860859.post-2033285858804152537</id><published>2009-11-03T17:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T17:37:11.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The WAIT is over</title><content type='html'>The wait is over and I am happy but also sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago we were asked to consider a special needs baby.  He had some issues we were not familiar with and really didn't know if we could handle.   Many hospitalizations were ahead of this little guy and with three other little ones we weren't sure how to deal with everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much prayer and thought we decided at this time it was too much for us.  We also said, "let us know if he doesn't find a home soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I prayed for him.  Jake started this round of testing and was passing with flying colors.  Although he still has delays there is a light at the end of the tunnel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby's social worker came around again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe now we would be able to say yes.  Once again earnest prayers were sent.  Not only for us and baby but for the entire family.  Lots of medical issues would make for an adjustment of schedules. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer at first was wait.  So I waited.  I prayed.  I waited.  I prayed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a few nights ago Blake and I both agreed the answer was not now.  We were both sad but knew it was right.  When I got back in touch he had a new home!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes baby has a new home.  I am so happy for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the hardest part of waiting is not knowing.   I know he will be fine now that he has "found" his family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still not sure why we were told "not now" but all things will eventually work for the good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-2033285858804152537?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2033285858804152537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=2033285858804152537&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/2033285858804152537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/2033285858804152537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/11/wait-is-over.html' title='The WAIT is over'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-6987698495763007200</id><published>2009-10-22T19:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T19:34:17.651-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WAITING</title><content type='html'>I haven't posted much.  I have been praying about something.  Several times each day I prayed for an answer and I didn't get one.  In my way of thinking there are only two answers, yes or no. &lt;br /&gt;God showed me tonight there is HIS choice for the situation.  WAIT. &lt;br /&gt;I am not sure why I didn't hear it before.  Maybe I was too caught up in listening for yes or no or maybe this is the first time Wait has been uttered. &lt;br /&gt;Either way, tonight while loading the dishwasher I was told in no uncertain terms to wait.  To be honest, I don't know what I answer I am even waiting for but I am sure God will tell me when the time comes. &lt;br /&gt;When will that be?  I wanted to know that too.  The response was still the same.  Wait. &lt;br /&gt;So I will be waiting knowing that God's plan will be so much better than anything I could dream up. &lt;br /&gt;Now I know how my children feel when they want to ask me something and I sait, "Wait a minute."  UGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-6987698495763007200?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6987698495763007200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=6987698495763007200&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/6987698495763007200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/6987698495763007200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/10/waiting.html' title='WAITING'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-1921887282179018044</id><published>2009-10-06T14:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T14:48:39.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Marvin and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Anabeli&lt;/span&gt; were playing up in her room. &lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what happened but she came stomping down the stairs with Marvin mumbling after her. &lt;br /&gt;The only part I heard was, "Stupid."&lt;br /&gt;ME:  "Marvin that is not nice.  I told you to be nice.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; don't call her that.  I am listening to you. "&lt;br /&gt;Without missing a beat or even thinking twice he said, "What? I forgot her name."&lt;br /&gt;Miraculously he remembered it when I suggested a time out on the sofa while he tried to remember her name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-1921887282179018044?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1921887282179018044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=1921887282179018044&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/1921887282179018044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/1921887282179018044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/10/marvin-and-anabeli-were-playing-up-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-4190663443544222722</id><published>2009-10-06T09:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T09:51:59.612-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just read something I really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"I used to have a handle on life but it fell off."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good laugh is great medicine even if nothing is ailing you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-4190663443544222722?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4190663443544222722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=4190663443544222722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/4190663443544222722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/4190663443544222722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-just-read-something-i-really-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-1895016834280100942</id><published>2009-10-05T22:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T22:40:16.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TAKING TIME</title><content type='html'>Today I went to the bottom of the driveway to wait on Jake's bus.  Just me.  All alone. &lt;br /&gt;As I turned off the car, the radio went off and I experienced the most beautiful sounds. &lt;br /&gt;God has given us a symphony of sound but we are often to noisy and too busy to hear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat there and heard the birds sing, the wind blow and the crickets chirp I heard something else, the silence of peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has created this beautiful song.  It is restful and  uplifting.  It is majestic and simple.  It is His creation for us to enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the stress of the last week slowly disappeared.  As it was quiet I prayed, really prayed without the interference of children, tv or unnatural noise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time the bus arrived I was refreshed and ready to take on the afternoon.  Never could I have guessed the small gift of silence God gave me today would be as restful as a good night's sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to stop.  Turn off the noise around us and enjoy the symphony God and His world provides for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-1895016834280100942?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1895016834280100942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=1895016834280100942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/1895016834280100942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/1895016834280100942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/10/taking-time.html' title='TAKING TIME'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-53843595940691172</id><published>2009-10-03T21:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T21:25:03.765-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TIMES ARE TOUGH</title><content type='html'>What a crazy mess the past two weeks has been. &lt;br /&gt;The short version:&lt;br /&gt;Jake had surgery on the 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; for a guy issue and for another guy issue and he was miserable for almost 10 days.  I felt so bad for him.  He would lay and just say, "hurt mommy." &lt;br /&gt;But he is up and moving again. &lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago I went to get the clothes out of the dryer to fold but to my surprise they were still really wet.  The guy couldn't come until Wednesday then he had to order the piece which did not come in until this Monday.  THEN... he couldn't get back out here until Wednesday to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for me parents who were able to help me keep up with necessities.  Also thank God the weather started to change and we could wear the new fall clothes.  This helped keep us all in clothes. &lt;br /&gt;He was to come on Wednesday and Monday night the washer broke.  It didn't just break down.  It quit for good.  But of course I didn't find out until Wednesday.  But the good news is the dryer is working again.&lt;br /&gt;I ordered a new one Wednesday night to be delivered on Thursday but I am not sure why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lowes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; seem to get it to pull up for delivery so it didn't get here until today!&lt;br /&gt;THEN when they hooked it up they found out there was a hole in the pipe and water sprayed everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;So Blake ran out and got the part and our plumber will hopefully be here Monday to get us hooked back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that wasn't enough my laptop screen blew and now I have to use the kid's computer.  I am stuck in the office. Bummer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is a new week and a new opportunity for things to get better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-53843595940691172?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/53843595940691172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=53843595940691172&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/53843595940691172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/53843595940691172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/10/times-are-tough.html' title='TIMES ARE TOUGH'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-3007778279783948210</id><published>2009-09-16T22:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:50:21.328-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Marvin:  "If we set a mouse trap what are we going to do it we kill Mickey Mouse?  How will we go to Disney World?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  "Marvin go back up to your room and STAY in the bed until morning."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-3007778279783948210?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3007778279783948210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=3007778279783948210&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/3007778279783948210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/3007778279783948210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/09/marvin-if-we-set-mouse-trap-what-are-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-3900224413252964088</id><published>2009-09-16T14:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:18:46.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTE</title><content type='html'>Note to Marvin and Jake....&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally, beyond my control, I am required to go potty.  I can promise you I wait until I just can't hold it any more.  I don't go just to make your life a party.  Your party makes my life miserable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that being said.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under NO CIRCUMSTANCES   are you to sneak a jar of peanut butter into my room and eat it with your fingers.  You DO NOT then try and wipe off the evidence of my carpet.  This tends to really upset me and make me angry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after I get the floor cleaned up and the peanut butter back in the kitchen, DO NOT come running to me with peanut butter all over your hand and say "Do you want me to wash my hands?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Please!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just maybe I can understand the fascination to a three year old but a five year old????  Just don't get it.  Never have.  Never will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-3900224413252964088?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3900224413252964088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=3900224413252964088&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/3900224413252964088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/3900224413252964088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/09/note.html' title='NOTE'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-7695070621380204873</id><published>2009-09-09T13:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T13:29:26.271-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HERE'S YOUR SIGN</title><content type='html'>For some reason today I feel prickly.  I don't know why.  Maybe it is lack of sleep.  Three hours just doesn't get it for me. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, remember that Bill Engril (spelling of last name might not be right) who did the "here's your sign" routines?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have felt like I should have signs.   Does anyone stop to think before they talk?  The rule around here is think before you speak.  I say it about 50 times a day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-  Do you love your "real" kids more?  DUH.  All my kids are real.   No imaginary kids here.  I love all six of my kids.  Days and days go by and I even forget I have two types of kids.  To me they are all our real kids and we love each of them for their unique ways.  Adoption does not qualify for second rate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-  Do you think they know they look different?  My word I hope so.  I am blond and hazel eyes.  Blake is grey and blue eyes.  The three older ones are also shades of light brown and either brown or blue eyes.  The three youngest are coal black hair and eyes and beautiful brown skin.  By the way, ask them.  After all Marvin is 5 and Bell is almost five.  Jake constantly plays with my hair and says pretty.  He knows.  Just so you know.  Our house also has lots of mirrors so I am sure they have seen their reflections once or twice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-  Are the Mexican?  Technically Mexican isn't even a race.  People from Mexico are Hispanic.  Guatemalans are Latinos.  They were born in Guatemala, another tip off they aren't "Mexicans".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-  How can the two oldest ones not be twins?  Well they each have a biological mother and father, not the same mother and father.  They are five months apart.  If they don't  look like me and you know they are adopted, figure it out when I say they  are five months apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-  I bet they really like it when you go to a Mexican restaurant right?  Yeah but so does the rest of the family.  I have been eating Mexican food all my life.  It is not a cultural thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-  Do you eat burritos and tacos every night?  Nah sometimes we mix it up and have tacos and burritos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- When they grow up are you going to send them back to Guatemala to live?  No.  They are US citizens.  They will live here.  After all, this is what they know and love.  How about we send you to a deserted island to keep you from spreading your "stupid"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8- Do they speak only Spanish or do they understand English?  Or a variation can be "How did you know what they were saying when they were babies? Did they speak English?"  No they spoke baby.  Marvin came home at 8 months, Bell and Jake both at two years.  Bell had the best language skills of the three and even then it wasn't much.  I knew what they needed because they were MY children.  Refer back to answer 1 if you find this confusing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE MOST BIZARRE QUESTION TO DATE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9-  What do you mean they are from Central America? I thought you said they were adopted from another country?  GEOGRAPHY... learn it.  Central America is south of the US.  It does not mean sitting the in middle of the United States or centrally located in the U.S. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it.  The nagging questions of our society.  Sad but true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-7695070621380204873?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7695070621380204873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=7695070621380204873&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/7695070621380204873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/7695070621380204873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/09/heres-your-sign.html' title='HERE&apos;S YOUR SIGN'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-3479834576086359470</id><published>2009-09-08T00:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T00:21:41.968-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looking at the airline prices to Guatemala City. No real reason except I have done it for so many years it is just what I do.&lt;br /&gt;I am so wanting to go back. The food, the wonderful people and the beautiful brown babies. &lt;br /&gt;Such a change from a year ago when I didn't ever want to go back and relive the horrors of Jake's first two years. &lt;br /&gt;It is amazing how God and time heals all wounds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-3479834576086359470?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3479834576086359470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=3479834576086359470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/3479834576086359470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/3479834576086359470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/09/looking-at-prices-to-guatemala-city.html' title=''/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-4831058143610387834</id><published>2009-09-07T14:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T14:38:46.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ROMANCE IS OVER</title><content type='html'>I just hope I can revive it. &lt;br /&gt;My marriage was going to be different.  I was going to always have romantic feelings for my husband.  I was going to walk on water to get him anything he needed or desired.  I was single &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;handily&lt;/span&gt; going to change romance. &lt;br /&gt;I have failed. &lt;br /&gt;Today I was doing laundry from our vacation.  As I was using my neurotic sorting techniques I decided Blake was running low on socks without holes. &lt;br /&gt;The man doesn't care about much.  He is really easy to live with but he does have his limits.  I don't care how much it costs he wants a certain kind of shaving cream, shampoo, toilet paper, underwear and socks. &lt;br /&gt;He is on his feet sometimes as much as 12 hours a day seeing patients.  He deserves his choice of socks while he is "healing the world of their seizures and sleep disorders".  Dramatic??? maybe.  A little over the top??? Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway you just can't go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wal-&lt;/span&gt;Mart and buy socks for him.  So I thought about it.  It would include but not be limited to the following points. &lt;br /&gt;Getting three munchkins into the car.&lt;br /&gt;Working around preschool schedules, PT and other appointments, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the stroller. &lt;br /&gt;Dealing with hunger issues that are sure to pop up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chik&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Fil&lt;/span&gt;-A next to the mall. &lt;br /&gt;Getting into the mall and finding the store.&lt;br /&gt;Buying the socks while trying to keep track of all three kids.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving and fighting the traffic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thought:   Can I just do more laundry and get away with this until I go Christmas shopping? It would be so much simpler. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my friends, the romance is over.  I no longer feel as if I can move the world to take care of my husband's special needs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side it took 19 years for me to fall off the wagon!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-4831058143610387834?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4831058143610387834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=4831058143610387834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/4831058143610387834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/4831058143610387834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/09/romance-is-over.html' title='THE ROMANCE IS OVER'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-7773807847953513744</id><published>2009-09-07T13:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T13:24:53.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY?</title><content type='html'>Why is it the phrase, "Jake come to mama." requires him to run in the opposite direction as fast as he can???  At least he is running. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-7773807847953513744?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7773807847953513744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=7773807847953513744&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/7773807847953513744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/7773807847953513744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/09/why.html' title='WHY?'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-3676246327547671403</id><published>2009-08-25T12:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T12:31:53.141-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TOILETS</title><content type='html'>What is there about a three year old and a toilet? &lt;br /&gt;He sure won't use it for the intended purpose.  He screams "Jake no potty" if you even suggest it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note-  If told he will go get a diaper and wipes.  Or if I forget about changing him he will bring me a diaper and say "Jake new diaper". But the potty is evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far today I have fished out a washcloth, a receipt from somewhere (I can't read it with the ink smeared), a wood block  and a pencil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried toilet locks but my little guy figured it out before I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to sitting a brick on the lid.  Genius I thought until he figured out how to scoot if off and gouged the wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-3676246327547671403?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3676246327547671403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=3676246327547671403&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/3676246327547671403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/3676246327547671403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/08/toilets.html' title='TOILETS'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-7946599025700913110</id><published>2009-08-12T21:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:23:26.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'>QUESTION OF LIFE</title><content type='html'>So this is the "life question".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You buy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Krispy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kreme&lt;/span&gt; doughnuts for the kids.  They are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; fattening so you allow yourself ONE! &lt;br /&gt;How do you know which one to pick???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER:  You wait until the little ones are in bed and the big ones are out of the room.  Then, you pick each doughnut up with your fingers and weigh them.  Of course the one that is the heaviest wins since you know it has the most cream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know that a doughnut has xxx calories (it says so on their website).  So might as well take the one with more cream.  RIGHT???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;philosopher&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do plan on updating soon I promise.  School starts next week and we are just trying to jam as much summer as we possibly can into what little time we have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-7946599025700913110?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7946599025700913110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=7946599025700913110&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/7946599025700913110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/7946599025700913110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/08/question-of-life.html' title='QUESTION OF LIFE'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-8979005774318934127</id><published>2009-07-26T15:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T15:57:57.022-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO AM I</title><content type='html'>Today our youth pastor's message was on "Who Am I?"  It was a wonderful message. &lt;br /&gt;We should never forget as Christians we are God's children.  The sacrifice of His Son on the cross was huge.  More than we could ever imagine. &lt;br /&gt;As we become Christians, we become children of THE KING.  His blood has covered us and made us whole. &lt;br /&gt;When I think about what was said today it became clear to me that everything I am is because of God's hand on my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are the stats:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a woman who is fearfully and wonderfully made.  God took care of that!&lt;br /&gt;I am the wife of a neurologist who just happens to be the best in the world at what he does.  I couldn't imagine in my wildest dreams marrying someone so perfect for me.  God had it all planned out.&lt;br /&gt;I am a 40 something mom of six.  I am the mom to the most beautiful two daughters in the world. I am the mom to the four most handsome boys in the world. My thoughts years ago were to be a career woman and not have children.  I wasn't cut out for family life.  God knew the truth.&lt;br /&gt;I am the daughter of a 30+ year cancer survivor the world of medicine did not know of a cure but God knew more. &lt;br /&gt;I am not out to change the entire world.  God didn't call me for that.  He called me to change the world of my six children and in doing so teach them His ways. &lt;br /&gt;I have never shied away from a challenge but I had no idea God would challenge me as hard as He has in the last year. &lt;br /&gt;I am not an educator but God has a plan for me to educate others on His life and plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was working around the house today, "Who I Am" was on my mind.  Then the more I thought about it the more it became clear to me.  It is time now to work on what I want to be when someone says, "Who was Cindi?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want people to remember me by my love for my family.  I want my children to remember their mom as someone who loved them with all her heart and wanted the very best for them.  I want my children to remember me by following God's plan for each of their lives.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be remembered by my faith.  God's plan for our lives requires faith.  It is not easy to roll with the punches.  Faith in God and His plan keeps us safe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be remembered for my passion of telling others.  Life is so short.  I have memories from a young that seem as if it was only yesterday.  Time passes on.  Sharing the gospel should have top priority. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is not enough to be remembered for "telling others".  I want to be remembered for showing others the way.  Practice what you preach.  Don't just tell about the Bible.  Show the Bible and God's love in every single thing you do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who Am I?  I am the adopted princess of Christ the King.  That is all that really matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-8979005774318934127?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8979005774318934127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=8979005774318934127&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/8979005774318934127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/8979005774318934127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/07/who-am-i.html' title='WHO AM I'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-6556877068875992995</id><published>2009-07-18T00:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T01:07:46.081-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LAUNDRY CLOSET</title><content type='html'>It is after midnight, closer to 1 AM I think but now I am all worked up and can't sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get ready: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It is all because my laundry closet is in a shambles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am totally off my rocker.  Yes I am losing my mind.  Yes I am concerned about my laundry obsession BUT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am more concerned that my children cannot follow a logically developed system.  What is the deal???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all I love me house.  Our home was a gift from God that allowed us the ability to adopt three times.  But that is a whole new post.  Someday I will tell the story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are two flaws.   1-  The kitchen is incredibly small.  This house was built for a large family.  I have got to know some of the children very well.  Even they felt the kitchen was too small for them.  So on that fact I am not alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-  The laundry room is even smaller.  It holds my washer and dryer on one wall.  The whole wall is used up by the washer and dryer.  Across you have a sink and a small cabinet and a door.  One side wall is bare the other has a pull out ironing board that won't pull out unless the door is closed because there is no room.  Once you close the door and pull it out you are stuck until you are done.  Needless to say I don't pull it out often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I have a laundry closet.  This is a normal size coat closet that had a shelf about five feet from the laundry room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I added another shelf and stacked laundry baskets in it to make a laundry closet.  This is all the space I have for dirty clothes and with eight people dirtying clothes things can get out of control before you know it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With everyone sick laundry started to pile up.  I just didn't have time to do it.  My main concern was my children, my husband and keeping myself and Ann well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the three oldest, please to gather all the dirty laundry and sort it into the right containers.  Ann didn't have any clean clothes today because she has been hoarding her dirties.  Why???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my obsession has me labeling the shelves and all you need to do is read to know there is a basket for lights, darks, reds, jeans, towels and to be bleached. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is excessive but I read a book once that said to find your own "clean" space that makes you feel comfortable and keep it clean.  When you are stressed you will know at least one part of your home is clean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine is my laundry closet.  The rest of my house can be a wreck.  My youngest three can have snot pouring out of their noses and dirty, muddy clothes on.  My oldest can be loud and obnoxious and have things strewn everywhere as long as I can open the closet and things are orderly I am safe in my own little world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mess with the closet and you mess with my universe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now also they (the school system) tell me my three oldest children are "gifted".  They say they were born that way.  Don't think so but who am I to argue? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each one of these children can read way above grade level.  Ann was reading her father's medical books in fifth grade and then discussing them at supper.  She even knew that she was talking about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what your normal supper conversations are about but ours include things such as what our bodies look like without skin?  How much blood can you lose before you die?  Why did God give us nose hair?  How do you take out some one's appendix?  Have you ever seen someone who is decapitated (one child is extremely sick in the head)?  What is your favorite surgery?  And my favorite, If one of us needs surgery can you ask the doctor if we can all watch?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why can't these children understand what a dark article of clothing is?  Or what a towel looks like and even better, why even though it is not a towel we put washcloths in the same basket? I know it doesn't say that just use your head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened my closet tonight and almost needed  heart surgery but then the thought of Blake and the three oldest watching my open heart surgery brought me to.  I can hear the conversations now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you let me see it beat?"&lt;br /&gt;"What happens if I cough right now?  Do we need to start over?"&lt;br /&gt;"Want to add a little more love in the old lady's heart while you are there?"&lt;br /&gt;"Can I keep the bloody gauze pads?  I bet I could gross out some people with those?"&lt;br /&gt;"While you are in there can you make her more patient?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I digress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was a mess.  They are all sleeping with their sweet, little tired bodies resting on soft mattresses with sheets that I am sure would cause mass confusion if I told them to put them in dirty clothes closet.  After all there isn't a basket marked sheets?  Where would they put them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sorted out four loads and lined the hall for tomorrow with them and then even though it is late, cleaned out each basket, vacuumed the closet floor and surrounding area, put the extra dirtys in the basket, put it all back and then quietly stared into the closet.  I even found Marvin's long , lost knight and Donkey Kong in that back of the closet from last week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it hit me.  During the day or two the closet was in such a mess the world did not implode.  We are all still alive (for the moment) and things are good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately that feeling didn't last long either.  I just don't understand who three smart kids have trouble with laundry.  It is probably a part of the universe I will never be able to grasp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have vented I am off to bed.  If they only knew tomorrow will hold yet another laundry lesson, they would all be down here helping me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a sad, sad irrational person!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-6556877068875992995?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6556877068875992995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=6556877068875992995&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/6556877068875992995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/6556877068875992995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/07/laundry-closet.html' title='LAUNDRY CLOSET'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-1308840451705491092</id><published>2009-07-15T11:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T11:30:36.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WRAP UP</title><content type='html'>Vacation was fantastic.  We had a ball. &lt;br /&gt;Quick post though. &lt;br /&gt;I will try and get things caught up really soon. &lt;br /&gt;Marvin was very sick our last two days in Florida with a high, high fever.  Very scary. &lt;br /&gt;We began to wonder if we were going to make it home on a plane. &lt;br /&gt;He managed to get well enough to fly. &lt;br /&gt;Made it home.  Flew into Columbus.  Blake was in the front of the plane with the two oldest.  I was in the back with the three youngest.  Does that seem fair to ANYBODY?? &lt;br /&gt;Met him at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;luggage&lt;/span&gt; pick up and he looked AWFUL. &lt;br /&gt;He ended up missing work the next day while he had a high fever. &lt;br /&gt;Slowly but surely it has made if through five of six kids and Blake. &lt;br /&gt;I did not get it.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PTL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ann didn't go with us and she didn't get it. &lt;br /&gt;Must have been a "bug" floating around the happiest place on earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am way behind from holding sick little ones and caring for two older sickies plus Blake.  Of course there is always the laundry to keep me busy too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back soon.  I promise!!!&lt;br /&gt;Marvin's birthday is Saturday so I also need to get a present, order a cake, etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-1308840451705491092?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1308840451705491092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=1308840451705491092&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/1308840451705491092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/1308840451705491092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/07/wrap-up.html' title='WRAP UP'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-7170566515635092529</id><published>2009-06-23T13:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T13:34:48.525-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TOOT, TOOT  OFF WE GO</title><content type='html'>Well everything is packed, mostly cleaned up and we are waiting on time to go.   Ann has been given her orders and there are MANY sheets of paper for her to reference while we are gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have two more loads of laundry to start and we are out the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe we made it with this much time to spare!  This is definitely a new feeling for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop:  Universal on Wednesday! &lt;br /&gt;I will try and put on pictures while we are there!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-7170566515635092529?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7170566515635092529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=7170566515635092529&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/7170566515635092529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/7170566515635092529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/06/toot-toot-off-we-go.html' title='TOOT, TOOT  OFF WE GO'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-3098294253552719797</id><published>2009-06-22T14:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T15:02:11.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW TOY</title><content type='html'>Jake has discovered a new toy---the vacuum cleaner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has sucked up so much stuff in the last 24 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His favorite thing to do is to turn it on and stick it to his skin.  UGH  He is covered in vacuum hickeys.  It must be a sensory type thing because he smiles as he does it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness I own a Dyson.  I need the extra suction power to move a piece of red crayon, the wadded piece of paper, two paper clips and a sock.  Those are just the things I can see in the collection container. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was his last day of school before summer break and vacation (two weeks).  He goes back after the 4th of July holiday.  He said goodbye to all his friends.  It was so sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he went to daddy's office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those letters and numbers that are on charts at doctor's offices?  They are a great thing for Jake.  Every time we stop by he comes out of the office with 09 stickers,  along with a few letters.  I have even found him trying to remove them from charts.  This kid cracks me up.  He doesn't like normal stickers, oh no.  Those would be too easy.  He only likes the chart stickers that are expensive!  Luckily daddy doesn't care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to getting ready to leave.  The paper chain has very few rings left so it was easy to count this morning.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-3098294253552719797?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3098294253552719797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=3098294253552719797&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/3098294253552719797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/3098294253552719797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-toy.html' title='NEW TOY'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-2399628776234336617</id><published>2009-06-20T19:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T20:01:41.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'>7 days X 7 people = 49 outfits</title><content type='html'>We are still here and trying to get ready to leave in a few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is impossible to keep the laundry up around here.  I have done three loads today and I am (believe it or not) just waiting for the kids to get dirty!!! That is a first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am soooo bizarre everyone but Jesse needs for me to clear their outfits through me.  Of course Blake wouldn't need to but he is so busy the few days before we leave I just usually pack for him.  But even he seems to be heading for vacation mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been interesting.  Blake, Ann and Jesse went to Miami University of Ohio for a college visit this weekend.  It really seems quiet around here noise-wise but it is never boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake found a bottle of kid shampoo and poured it all over the floor while I was busy.  He then played in it and worked into the carpet in the bathroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Note to self-- Never in a million years would I have carpet again in the bathroom. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point playing in the shampoo was no longer fun so he moved on to dumping Thomas trains into the toilet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When that chore was done he took off his diaper and ran butt naked screaming "I Jake".  Yeah we know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hot and humid today so he has on only a diaper but he loves his foot braces so he has on his socks, braces and shoes too.  Quite the sight with his spider legs.  He has grown almost 2 inches in the last month, all in his legs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anabeli is always willing to help and she has delivered the clothes filled baggies to packing central.  Every outfit for the three goes into its own baggie.  When you are done with it you can put it back in the baggie .  Dirty and clean do not need to mix.  Plus I know the little guys will match without difficulty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvin and Sam are trying to hide but I keep calling and pulling them back into the mess of packing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is getting excited and for the first time in several years I think I might be ahead of the packing schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann still isn't going.  I had hoped she would change her mind but that is not going to happen.  Independence is over rated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-2399628776234336617?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2399628776234336617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=2399628776234336617&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/2399628776234336617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/2399628776234336617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/06/7-days-x-7-people-49-outfits.html' title='7 days X 7 people = 49 outfits'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-8981702459772136632</id><published>2009-06-17T16:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T16:22:19.135-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK FROM THE DOCTOR</title><content type='html'>The doctor's visit was interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam was told to "take it easy".  No running or jumping for 7-10 more days.  Yeah right.  The edema around the bone is going down so things are healing right along.  Sam has not walked since the day he learned to run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X-rays were done again and a few strange things were found.  This kid is so odd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point in the last 18 months (previous xrays at that time) he has broken the big toe on his other foot AND the other side of the foot that is bruised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there was the usual interrogation by the doctor and myself but he says he doesn't remember any pain.  Now how can that possibly be? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The side of his foot that was broken shows "inflammation" around the healed break.  I am not sure exactly what that means and when I asked Blake he just said something about it will be ok.  Avoiding the issue, I am sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go back after vacation to "rethink" what to do about the unknown breaks.  The doctor asked for Blake to come back too.  Not a good sign. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This doctor is a friend who wouldn't do that if he didn't think it was necessary.  I am not overly concerned but would like to know how a 13 year old child can have two breaks and not know it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we are still trying to get everything ready for vacation.  Packing for five kids is hard.  It is even harder to think Ann is staying here.  I am so thankful my parents and sisters live less than five minutes away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-8981702459772136632?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8981702459772136632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=8981702459772136632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/8981702459772136632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/8981702459772136632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-from-doctor.html' title='BACK FROM THE DOCTOR'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-3178652090282753189</id><published>2009-06-15T14:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T14:19:33.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SIX</title><content type='html'>Last night Blake and I were discussing the number six.&lt;br /&gt;It is not uncommon for people to say...&lt;br /&gt;"Will there be any more additions?"&lt;br /&gt;"Are you done?"&lt;br /&gt;"Please tell me you don't want more kids."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The last one gets to me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night we talked about the good, bad and ugly of six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always someone to play or argue with.&lt;br /&gt;There is plenty of love.&lt;br /&gt;Hand me downs are great.&lt;br /&gt;Six hugs and kisses at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The bad and the ugly:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loads and loads of laundry.&lt;br /&gt;Food costs are soaring.&lt;br /&gt;The bickering between Marvin and Bell is outrageous on some days.&lt;br /&gt;College for six.&lt;br /&gt;Weddings for two.&lt;br /&gt;The cost and time of six with different hobbies, sports and past times.&lt;br /&gt;Being the parents of six at our age.&lt;br /&gt;The stares of some people when you tell them you have six children (once again at our ages).&lt;br /&gt;The troubles and needs of each child can be multiplied by six.&lt;br /&gt;The long nights and even longer days sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we looked at the list of good and bad.  Then we were just quiet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we done? Only God knows.  But maybe, just maybe, if He sees fit six might not be our favorite number. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we are old.  Yes it is a strain on every financial budget.  Yes it is tiring and there are some nights you fall asleep in a second. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But are we too old? Maybe not. &lt;br /&gt;Are we willing to make sacrifices? Definitely&lt;br /&gt;Are we willing to allow ourselves to be loved and share love? A million times yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess the answer is "God we are waiting and listening."  Can you let me in on the secret though??? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think He already has.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-3178652090282753189?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3178652090282753189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=3178652090282753189&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/3178652090282753189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/3178652090282753189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/06/six.html' title='SIX'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008203324056860859.post-1062129878853903788</id><published>2009-06-11T17:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:41:40.045-04:00</updated><title type='text'>VACATION COUNTDOWN</title><content type='html'>Well vacation is back on. YEAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam's foot is not broken but does have a terrible "bone bruise" and a pulled tendon. He is in a cast for at least the next 10 days in hopes it will heal and he will not have pain on vacation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MRI was done on Tuesday and we were excited to find out things looked good. Praise the Lord we are doing vacation though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since school is out we are getting things done. Laundry is almost caught up. Winter clothes are finally put away. Yard work is coming along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is only 70 degrees today with rain and thunderstorms later tonight. It looks like we might have a mild summer. I am so happy for that. We have usually had at least two 90 degree days by now and I don't think it has been anywhere close to that!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann's party was wonderful and I am hoping to post and update and pictures in the next few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am spending all my extra time reading Dave Ramsey's "Total Money Makeover." It is a great book and I recommend it for everyone even if you think you have a good handle on your expenses.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the use of spreadsheets and information in the book, we were able to identify all of those little money stealer's from our budget. I get excited when I see all the little changes we can make that will add up to big bucks after a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we are going to tighten the budget. It is not as painful as I thought it would be. It is not going to always be easy but in the end, I am sure with six kids to put through college we will be glad we gave up those little luxuries we take for granted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-1062129878853903788?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1062129878853903788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=1062129878853903788&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/1062129878853903788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/1062129878853903788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/06/vacation-countdown.html' title='VACATION COUNTDOWN'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-5519015143510692243</id><published>2009-06-08T18:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T18:14:51.315-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HERE WE GO AGAIN</title><content type='html'>We just walked back in from the doctor's office.  Bad News.  &lt;br /&gt;Amost two years to the date, Sam has once again broken (they think) his growth plate in his foot.  The only difference is that it is the right foot.  Last time it was the left.  &lt;br /&gt;Just like last time we are to leave on vacation in two and a half weeks.  &lt;br /&gt;I can't believe this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-5519015143510692243?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5519015143510692243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=5519015143510692243&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/5519015143510692243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/5519015143510692243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/06/here-we-go-again.html' title='HERE WE GO AGAIN'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-3303147304761426262</id><published>2009-06-06T13:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T13:50:52.558-04:00</updated><title type='text'>JAKE'S 11 THINGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/Siqqk8rj5QI/AAAAAAAAApE/dwp8akRasNY/s1600-h/IMG_0520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344271459569362178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/Siqqk8rj5QI/AAAAAAAAApE/dwp8akRasNY/s320/IMG_0520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/SiqqatJVU8I/AAAAAAAAAo8/-ct7kDwWpoM/s1600-h/STA_0577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344271283600577474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/SiqqatJVU8I/AAAAAAAAAo8/-ct7kDwWpoM/s320/STA_0577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jake is taking over the posting tonight. He wanted to tell you all the 11 things he has learned since coming home. He has been home 11 months now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1- I can eat with a spoon or I can eat with a fork. Forks and spoons are nice but fingers are even better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2- Run-- Don't walk- EVER. When you are walking mom can keep up with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3- When someone says "Jake" duck low and don't make a sound. It is so much fun to watch the whole family look the house over for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4-Big brothers are so cool. They can swing you around, fight with you, play with you and teach you neat things like how to stuff a whole roll of toilet paper into the toilet or how to bug your sisters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5- Sisters will do anything for you if you sit long enough. Ann will even feed me if I stare at my food long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6- Mom and dad love me unconditionally and forever.  That's the best.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7- Tractors are the coolest things on wheels. I want a tractor. Not a play one but a really big one like my grandpa has on the farm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8- Baby beds are over rated. Nothing is as nice as sleeping my my head up against daddy and my feet (kicking) near mommy's head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9- School is cool. Unless you have a time out for pulling hair or trying to bite. I thought that is what teeth are for. Honest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10- Dogs are great and love to share their food if I can sneak away from my mom.   They will keep the other little kids away too if you feed them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11-Physical therapy is fun but when you get tired "perch your lip" and you can ignore the rules. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-3303147304761426262?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3303147304761426262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=3303147304761426262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/3303147304761426262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/3303147304761426262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/05/jakes-10-things.html' title='JAKE&apos;S 11 THINGS'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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/_NaYUiIHC29w/Siqqk8rj5QI/AAAAAAAAApE/dwp8akRasNY/s72-c/IMG_0520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008203324056860859.post-3118678925306338484</id><published>2009-06-02T15:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T15:34:30.707-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Marvin and Anabeli are playing mommy and baby in the front room. &lt;br /&gt;Marvin is the baby. &lt;br /&gt;He just told Anabeli, "Pretend it is time for my physical therapy now.  You need to lay out toys and tell me good job all the time."&lt;br /&gt;So funny. &lt;br /&gt;Anabeli is no longer mommy but now is "Miss Laurie". &lt;br /&gt;Baby Marvin is NOT listening.  That is just like Jake's behavior today at PT. &lt;br /&gt;This boy is full of energy and the word, "NO!".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-3118678925306338484?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3118678925306338484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=3118678925306338484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/3118678925306338484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/3118678925306338484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/06/marvin-and-anabeli-are-playing-mommy.html' title=''/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-6250008739089546607</id><published>2009-05-27T19:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T19:21:28.495-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE PARTY</title><content type='html'>Well we are about 10 days or so from graduation and the party and it is getting harder each day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was reminiscing with Ann about the day she was born.  She is still so much the same but so different.  At least the Nuk pacifier is gone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because she graduated in a nontraditional setting she doesn't have "school colors".  We found a beautiful mossy green dress a few months ago that was beautiful on her and we have decided to work with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not very organized right now so we decided to have a the party at a place here in town.  I didn't want to try and think this through on my own.  How sad is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much discussion (mostly me begging her to tell me what she wants) we settled on hamburgers, hot dogs, chips and salads, a chocolate fountain with lots of goodies and cheesecake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann doesn't eat cake but loves cheesecake.  We ordered it today from a friend of ours who owns a candy shop.  So many flavors to choose from but we settled on "plain", banana split, chocolate, buckeye and white chocolate/strawberry.  Of course that could change at any moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moss green napkins, butter cream tablecloths and a small candle with graduation confetti will be used.  I have also a small floral arrangement for the food table with fresh flowers in greens and ivory. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invitations have gone out and things are moving right along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has new clothes.  The little guys have matching outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend it dawned on me that my wardrobe now consists of jeans, shorts and t shirts.  I have a pair of brown capris for church on Sunday during the summer that I wear with one of three matching shirts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How pathetic is that???? So Sunday we went shopping for her a dress for the new boyfriends graduation and something for me to wear.  It was painful.  I HATE to buy clothes.  That is so odd.  Before children I loved to shop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party is June 6 with graduation June 7.   I am dreading this so much.  She keeps telling me she has graduated but I say not until the 7th!  If you are there, look me up.  I will be the mother crying hysterically.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-6250008739089546607?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6250008739089546607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=6250008739089546607&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/6250008739089546607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/6250008739089546607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/05/party.html' title='THE PARTY'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-1736498494269967469</id><published>2009-05-26T23:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T23:19:44.648-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 11:15 PM. I have worked hard today.  Add to the usual mommy stuff a dentist appointment for Marvin, a trip to school to pick up Sam with a "strange" rash, the usual PT, Jesse's "supervised" driving, four loads of laundry just this evening and a printer that did not want to work with two grocery trips and you have one tired mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But beside me is the sweetest little guy who is FINALLY asleep.  He is leaning into me as he sleeps so sweetly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired but I am the happiest mommy in the world right now.  I don't care if I get to sleep at all.  I just want to watch him sleep.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-1736498494269967469?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1736498494269967469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=1736498494269967469&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/1736498494269967469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/1736498494269967469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-1115-pm.html' title=''/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-6398929843133699587</id><published>2009-05-26T12:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T12:11:42.581-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NO MORE BA-BA</title><content type='html'>It has definitely been a whiny weekend here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun relaxing, enjoying extended family and just having fun but there was a small cloud hanging over Jake's head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is here and the weather is warming up.  We have been hanging outside a lot!! Bikes and swings, slides and sidewalk chalk, "water &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;squirters"&lt;/span&gt; and pails of water for "painting" are now the norm.  It is so beautiful with all the greenery.  We are loving the warm weather. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the speech therapist on Wednesday.  A good amount of the facial muscles on Jake's right side do not work.  The therapist believes this was due to his neglect and being left to lay in a crib on that side of his face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want him to stretch and strengthen the muscles.  The bottle had to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to wait until Friday so that we would all be half way rested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning I explained no more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;babas&lt;/span&gt; and we symbolically threw one in the trash.  At nap time he was digging through the trash for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart was broken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The therapist wants us to use &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nuby&lt;/span&gt; cups so I bought a few and gave him his milk in that.  He wasn't happy but what can I say?  It needs to be done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We only had one night of crying at bedtime.  YEAH!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is starting to adjust but occasionally asks for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;baba&lt;/span&gt; when I hand him a cup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, gum is also to be chewed for at least 30 minutes a day.  This kid is thrilled.  He will chew a piece of gum for at least two hours after nap.  He hasn't swallowed it or left it on the floor.  He is getting so big.   At this rate his muscles should strength at a rapid pace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-6398929843133699587?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6398929843133699587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=6398929843133699587&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/6398929843133699587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/6398929843133699587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-more-ba-ba.html' title='NO MORE BA-BA'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-4346490848815963382</id><published>2009-05-12T20:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T20:56:29.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT TO DO ABOUT JAKE</title><content type='html'>Over the past 10 months Blake and I have had many conversations about "what to do about Jake."  Do we allow this treatment?  Do we test of this or that?  Do we push harder?  Are we pushing too hard? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's conversation was another "what to do about Jake".  By 3 pm Jake had had three time outs at home and was really in big trouble for trying to bite the beloved Miss Laurie at therapy today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a total of four tantrums today that ended in him throwing himself on the floor and me walking off.  The three time outs all came after many warnings that had something to do with not touching something or another.   Sitting on the edge of the bathtub for trying to hold Marvin's head under water. Plus at least 10 usual "lip perches".  This kid could perch a bird on his lip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What to do about Jake?"  The same thing every parent wonders when they have an active two year old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-4346490848815963382?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4346490848815963382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=4346490848815963382&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/4346490848815963382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/4346490848815963382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-to-do-about-jake.html' title='WHAT TO DO ABOUT JAKE'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-27349087277859211</id><published>2009-05-07T14:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T14:19:36.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Killer of a Day</title><content type='html'>Well we are in between appointments right now. &lt;br /&gt;Jake is upstairs screaming, "no, no, no" because he doesn't want to take a nap. &lt;br /&gt;The other two are laying quietly on our bed to watch Brainy Baby Spanish.  Yeah I know it is not the best thing since it is so basic but I figure at least I am trying to work on their native language.  I need to find something more suited for their ages that teaches Spanish.  So I will just add that to the bottom of the "I gotta do" list.  There that brings it up to only 100,000 things to do before the end of May. :)&lt;br /&gt;Today Jake had OT and then to Help Me Grow for a repeat ELAP. &lt;br /&gt;OT was all right but Ann is working so M and A had to go along.  Drives me nuts to take everyone to something like that. &lt;br /&gt;Last night I charged the DSs' but.... of course I forgot to turn on the light switch that  controls the plug.  So each got about a 40 minute charge. &lt;br /&gt;That gave out at the end of OT and it was all down hill from there. &lt;br /&gt;The whining and the fussing and the dirty looks (and that was just from me) was about more than I could handle. &lt;br /&gt;ELAP was very successful and Nikki believes it shows HUGE improvement from last time, about six months ago.  It will be score this week and we will meet again in two weeks. &lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of the little guy.  He tries so hard. &lt;br /&gt;As we passed Daddy's office he said, "go daddy." We just had to stop in and say hi.  Daddy was almost ready for lunch so we chilled in the car and off to Arbys.  I don't like Arbys so it was a great place for me, NO temptation. &lt;br /&gt;Took daddy back to work after a quick lunch and came home. &lt;br /&gt;Ann and I need to leave in about 45 minutes to go wrap up the details for the graduation party.  Still having a hard time with that one. &lt;br /&gt;Then later this evening we are making a trip to Columbus to buy the remaining things we need for the party.  Sometimes I wish we lived in a bigger city.  Most of the time I am glad we don't. &lt;br /&gt;She also wants to take me to her favorite restaurant, Mongolian Barbecue (?).  I have not been there and she goes a lot with friends so I am excited about trying something new.  I am also glad lunch wasn't a threat for the old diet. &lt;br /&gt;So today I will have about 4 hours at home total as opposed to 16.  Not much getting done today at home but a successful day thanks to Jake's motivation and Ann wanting to spend time with mom.  I LOVE IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-27349087277859211?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/27349087277859211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=27349087277859211&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/27349087277859211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/27349087277859211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/05/killer-of-day.html' title='Killer of a Day'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-7912601380086096234</id><published>2009-05-05T19:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:19:19.071-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RACISM REARS ITS UGLY HEAD</title><content type='html'>RACIAL VENTING--- CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN RISK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know adoption is not for everyone.  I know international adoption is probably for even less families. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know people are racist.  I know the most challenged amongst us have problems keeping their mouths shut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But come on. To say something mean about a child?? Give me a break.  Or should I say, "I almost gave someone else a break today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you feel the need to make a racial slur say it about me and not my child or better yet keep your mouth shut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Jake had an appointment with the orthopedic for a fitting for ankle braces.  Now we arrive everywhere we can at least 10 minutes early to give him a chance to walk at his own speed.  It is our goal to let him do as much as he can on his own.  If that means leaving early so be it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can walk but he still has a Frankenstein walk along with ataxia.  He is so much improved but there is room for more improvement in time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at the clinic I pulled in to a parking spot near the front.  The space next to us was empty.  A woman pulls up and parks her van next to us and looks less than happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat in the car while Jake finished his kid's meal then it was time to go.  As I was getting him out of the car this woman comes up and start accusing me of pushing the car door into her van.  Since I have a huge SUV I am very careful to watch this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explained to her in a nice way that there was at least a half inch between the cars and I apologized that she thought I had hit her car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then pushed my SUV door into me while I was trying to get Jake out of the car!  Hello? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had him unstrapped but not out so I said, "If you give me just a second  we will be out of your way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pushed the door into me again and got in her car still raising her voice that I had dented her car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she just sat there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Jake out and I held him to get away from her before I put him down.  I sat him down and took his hand then and we started to walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was still carrying on and said something along the lines of "That lady threw her door into my car.  The woman with that "Mex---- Reta--".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blood boiled.  I wanted to rip her out of that car through the window and beat her up.  No kidding.  That turn the other cheek stuff in the Bible probably didn't mean when someone insults your child or at least that was my reasoning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know it does but it is nice to wish it didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if he had been old enough to know what she meant?  What if the other kids would have been with me?  Are you nuts?  He is a little boy that doesn't know the meaning of the word racism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone will play with him he is happy.  Skin color doesn't matter to him.  Disability or lack of doesn't matter to him.  He is happy to play with anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up not saying a word to the lady.  I really didn't want to be arrested today for beating up someone in the clinic parking lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also determined not to let it ruin our day.  So we just went along and walked slowly into the clinic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest thing was after the altercation in the parking lot I have two people tell me how improved Jake was and that I am a good mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't ask for either compliment!!  God just sent them along to brighten a day that could have been horrible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God always seems to know the best time to send the best people.  :)  I wish he could just sew some people's mouths shut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see I still have some work to do on forgiveness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-7912601380086096234?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7912601380086096234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=7912601380086096234&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/7912601380086096234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/7912601380086096234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/05/racism-rears-its-ugly-head.html' title='RACISM REARS ITS UGLY HEAD'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-5448887995230476956</id><published>2009-05-05T10:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T11:09:40.832-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BANISHING THE BUTS</title><content type='html'>The Buts are back.  It is time to banish them.  Great except the two year old now really likes the word--- BUT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big pet peeve of mine is the word but.... followed by a child's reasoning.  "Don't give me a but," is directed quite a bit to Marvin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had banished the buts a few months ago and today they came back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please turn down the TV.  Your sister isn't up yet." &lt;br /&gt;"But I already did."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come and eat breakfast now."&lt;br /&gt;"But I am not ready to eat right now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It is time to get dressed today.  Let's check the weather."&lt;br /&gt;"But I am not in the mood to get dressed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once again I have banished the buts.  My lecture was great. My deliverance was great.  Both M and A listened intently.  After feeling I had stressed the point enough I stopped and they walked away.  I had a smug look on my face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake started to get out his blocks.  I said, "Let's get dressed before we get those out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at me with those big eyes and said, "but no."   Ignore it.  He doesn't understand.  Don't make a big deal of it.  It will get old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidently it is the word of the week.  UGH.  Every answer has but in front of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvin came into the kitchen so confused a few minutes ago and I asked him what was wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jake butted me again mom.  Tell him that is not a nice word." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So  today we have PT/OT, orthopedics, doctor's visit and a quick trip to the grocery store while we are out.  I am 100% positive "but" will be there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jake let's go find your shoes."&lt;br /&gt;"But no.  Gone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish but was gone too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-5448887995230476956?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5448887995230476956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=5448887995230476956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/5448887995230476956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/5448887995230476956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/05/banishing-buts.html' title='BANISHING THE BUTS'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-7038765913148179632</id><published>2009-05-01T18:23:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T18:45:10.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BABY BOY TO YOUNG MAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am sitting in the office listening quietly to the noise in the basement rec room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesse has three friends over for a sleep over tonight. The noise is insane. Video games are blaring. They are screaming to be heard over the games. And the smell..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;***Now before I go on I have got to say Blake says my nose is out of touch with reality. I smell phantom smells all the time and he has spent lots of time trying to help me find offending odors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The smell in the basement now is a mixture of Axe body wash, several kinds I think, just plain boy and potato chips. (See I told you I have weird nose.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight will be filled with video games, horror movies, pranks and just relaxing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pancakes will be required for breakfast before everyone leaves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems like yesterday Jesse was a colicky baby who made a different kind of noise. He cried nonstop, day and night, 24/7, 365 days... get the picture???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But with the passage of time that screaming maniac has turned into a young man, three inches taller than mom and arms of steel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His dimples are still the same. His eyes are still steel blue like his dads. Jesse is Blake made over in personality. They are so much alike. I laugh sometimes when I go into a room and they are watching TV together. They have their heads tilted alike and same facial expressions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His voice is deep now but still melts my heart when he says, "Love ya mom." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesse is also a young man of principles. He will not be swayed. While others his age are smoking, drinking or out causing problems, Jesse is living a life to be proud of. It is my prayer he continues too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 2 AM tomorrow morning when I have had enough of the noise and feel as if my ears are overloaded, I hope I can remember just how special he is! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love you Jesse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330989722147785490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/Sft66FHgixI/AAAAAAAAAo0/udbOK8ZKGHU/s320/jess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-7038765913148179632?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7038765913148179632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=7038765913148179632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/7038765913148179632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/7038765913148179632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-boy-to-young-man.html' title='BABY BOY TO YOUNG MAN'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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/_NaYUiIHC29w/Sft66FHgixI/AAAAAAAAAo0/udbOK8ZKGHU/s72-c/jess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008203324056860859.post-7910242769274606341</id><published>2009-04-25T19:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T20:01:44.965-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's HARD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes it is hard to be a mom and watch your child struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight is the prom at Annie's old high school. "EVERYONE" is going. She isn't. Her junior/senior prom, depending on how you look at it, and she isn't able to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We try and tell her it isn't fair and she will get over the hurt. She will too. She is a very strong young woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But when you are 17, beautiful and unable to go to the prom for fear of being beaten to a bloody pulp, I am not sure anything else matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girls can be so cruel to each other. She has been forced to learn about life at an age when girls should be enjoying themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sad thing is there are "Annies" all over the world going through the same thing. Most don't have someone to turn to and help deal with the problems and pain. My heart aches for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I could say anything to them it would be, "Please hold out just one more day. Don't let them win by giving up on life. You are stronger than that."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you Annie, girl. Hang in there. You are so much better than this current situation. Cry if you want but don't let it consume you. Be strong. You are very courageous. Remember we are always here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328783210285711634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/SfOkGL4lQRI/AAAAAAAAAos/9Nu9T5J2ENg/s320/ann.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Smile.  It makes everyone wonder what you are up to. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-7910242769274606341?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7910242769274606341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=7910242769274606341&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/7910242769274606341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/7910242769274606341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-hard.html' title='It&apos;s HARD'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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/_NaYUiIHC29w/SfOkGL4lQRI/AAAAAAAAAos/9Nu9T5J2ENg/s72-c/ann.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008203324056860859.post-3350458769576296684</id><published>2009-04-16T09:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:13:45.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OFF AND RUNNING</title><content type='html'>Just to let you know why I haven't blogged. &lt;br /&gt;We are off this morning to Jake's fifth doctor's appointment in two weeks.  Each one requires at least five hours when you include driving.  Add to that Ann's court date (which I really need to share.  It was so funny.), preschool, the MRI story, and just regular life and I am so full of things to do. &lt;br /&gt;Today I go back to the eye doctor to have my eye looked at again.  I still have some mild pain but nothing like before so I am really not concerned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world did stop last night for an hour of LOST.  I am sooo lost this season of LOST.  Hahaha (lame joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another day.... another (two) appointment.  Sigh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-3350458769576296684?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3350458769576296684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=3350458769576296684&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/3350458769576296684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/3350458769576296684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/04/off-and-running.html' title='OFF AND RUNNING'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-5092174150976004728</id><published>2009-04-15T19:04:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T19:05:41.785-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL IS RIGHT WITH THE UNIVERSE</title><content type='html'>Right after I posted I decided too quit looking and put away the laundry basket of towels in my room.  It has sat there for two days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way in the bottom of the basket what did I find? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A purple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;spikey&lt;/span&gt; ball Jake "lost" and a pink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DS&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This smells of Jake......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-5092174150976004728?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5092174150976004728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=5092174150976004728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/5092174150976004728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/5092174150976004728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-is-right-with-universe.html' title='ALL IS RIGHT WITH THE UNIVERSE'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-8528281623889320401</id><published>2009-04-15T18:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T18:49:26.981-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM LOSING IT</title><content type='html'>I have spent two days in a total blur...&lt;br /&gt;The Easter Bunny brought a Nintendo DS and one game to  each M and A.  The Easter Bunny is hoping for quiet trips out and a quiet plane ride to Disney in June. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... Sunday was great.  Monday was fine.  Tuesday A couldn't find her DS.  "I put it right here." and she points to the edge of the sofa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have looked all around the house.  This house has been torn apart.  I have found things I lost a long time ago.  NOWHERE do I find a pink DS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cleaning lady helped me look yesterday and all of my day yesterday and half of today has been spent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freak when I can't find something so this is very disheartening to me.  I want to sit and cry.  Once again Blake thinks I am nuts.  He keeps saying, "It will show up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am praying desperately God will help me find it or help her remember what she did with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I have now managed to clean under sofas, in closets, under beds, behind the TVs.  The list goes on and on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved it while she had it and Marvin loves his.  But they are limited in the amount of time they can play.  It is a great motivator for all of us I guess. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This child is going to worry me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-8528281623889320401?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8528281623889320401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=8528281623889320401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/8528281623889320401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/8528281623889320401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-losing-it.html' title='I AM LOSING IT'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-3694001724096912688</id><published>2009-04-08T09:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T09:55:09.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSY WEEK</title><content type='html'>I am trying to get back to here but it is almost impossible. &lt;br /&gt;Hopefully on Thursday night....&lt;br /&gt;My eye has had its ups and downs and that is slowing me down.  Today is a down.  It still hurts a lot when I least expect it. &lt;br /&gt;The usual appointments including an MRI Jake had on Monday.  Don't know the results yet but it does make for quite a story. &lt;br /&gt;Ann to court yesterday.  Know the results of that and it makes for a story.&lt;br /&gt;Tons of daily junk and Easter coming soon. &lt;br /&gt;I will get back very soon.  I promise.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-3694001724096912688?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3694001724096912688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=3694001724096912688&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/3694001724096912688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/3694001724096912688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/04/busy-week.html' title='BUSY WEEK'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-8469739079862014752</id><published>2009-03-19T11:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T11:21:18.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BETTER!</title><content type='html'>Well I drove myself to the eye doctor this morning to get released to drive again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake finds that irritating but oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am much better.  I still have some visual issues he felt would eventually go away but I am well enough to drive again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God for taking care of this for me.  You have no idea how painful the four days were.  I cannot even begin to express how miserable I was.  But it is all in the past now.  God is good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are leaving tomorrow for Florida!!!  We are all rushing around trying our best to get everything done.  Excitement is building. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our house has Wi Fi so stay turned to pictures from the last two weeks and vacation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Kya Blu and Jagger too;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can't wait to meet you in person!!!  It bummed me out to think we might not be able to spend time with you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love the Disney pictures mom has been posting.  You guys are just too cool.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-8469739079862014752?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8469739079862014752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=8469739079862014752&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/8469739079862014752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/8469739079862014752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/03/better.html' title='BETTER!'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-5019673122833344309</id><published>2009-03-16T16:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T16:13:51.144-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OFF FOR A WHILE</title><content type='html'>I will be off line for a while.  I am not really sure how long. &lt;br /&gt;Got up on Saturday morning with a lot of pain in my eye.  Thought something was in it.  Went to ER to fine out it was infected. &lt;br /&gt;The pain was horrible all weekend long.  Went to the eye doctor this morning and I now have a blister on the cornea.  Thank goodness for Vicodin and Loratab.&lt;br /&gt;What does this mean?  Who knows.  The good news is that it will eventually go away. &lt;br /&gt;The possibility of shingles in the eye is there but as long as I don't get anymore sores they think it is just a one time thing. &lt;br /&gt;The next 36 hours should tell the tale. &lt;br /&gt;We are supposed to leave for Florida at 2:30 PM Friday. &lt;br /&gt;As of right now I am still in pain and to see fine out of me left eye and doubly, shadowy and blurry out of the right. &lt;br /&gt;We shall see.  If we go we go.  If we don't, we don't.  Sure they will be disappointed but in the end it will all work out the way it should.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-5019673122833344309?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5019673122833344309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=5019673122833344309&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/5019673122833344309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/5019673122833344309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/03/off-for-while.html' title='OFF FOR A WHILE'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-2542323237180320617</id><published>2009-03-13T11:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T12:23:18.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ANGRY AT GOD?</title><content type='html'>I have had several people ask me if I am angry with God for what Jake has been through.&lt;br /&gt;My answer is a flat NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true that Jake has had his fair share, and then some, of troubles. But when I look at him, the situation that surrounded his homecoming and God's divine work I can only praise Him for what He has done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I angry with the people involved? YOU BET. Am I working to correct it? YOU BETCHA. I don't want anyone to go through what we have been through unless they are fully aware of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now would we have changed our minds if we knew about Jake's problems? No. God gave us him and he was our son long before we went to pick him up. We would have liked to have had more time to plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned a "game plan" is not always needed when we let the Master hold the map our of lives. ---- HUGE, HUGE lesson for me to learn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's strength and His assurance that Jake was our son is what got us through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake and I were talking last night about this. Jake was wound and wouldn't sleep at all until about midnight and we watched him romp around our bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God gave us Jake. People got in the way for His will for us and Jake. But in the end God's perfect will always wins out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have the last eight months been hard? Incredibly and I am not naive. I know there are many rough spots still to come. But I stand firm that God will see us through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not trade a minute of our time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would much rather our son did not have to suffer all that has come his way. I would much rather we would have met under better circumstances and his homecoming not be filled with uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if it meant in any way we would have missed out on the blessings, strength and love the Lord provided our family and those around us, I wouldn't change a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people have asked about Jake's story and I have been able to share not only his story but God's sustaining power through a difficult situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have met and worked with some outstanding people throughout the last few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing I have now is sympathy. I know what it is like to have a child that needs special care. I know the exhausting days. I know the long scary nights. I have walked that road. I have lived the uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both know what it is like to sit in the chair and be the parent rather than the doctor. It has made Blake a better doctor. He has always been kind and compassionate but I see something more. I see a look of "been there done that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how it feels when people look at you in shock and pity. And yes I know and 100% fully understand what the "dignity" of life is all about. I know the joys of parenting a child with needs and watching as small changes are made. I know the surprise that comes from waking up one day and seeing your child make a huge step in maturity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what it is like to hold a child and love that child unconditionally regardless of the issues at hand or the issues you will face. I know what it is like to see a big smile and be so proud of your kid! I know what it is like to have a few stolen moments in the middle of a dark night. Nothing is sweeter than having him up against me and feel his chest rise and fall with his breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I angry with God? No way. I am thankful for this experience. I wish my guy hadn't had all this happen to him but I am so thankful God was able to keep him safe and bring him to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see Marvin and Jake wrestling on the floor and hear the laughter I can only smile. Each one of our children have been touched by his little life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a fighter. God has give him the strength to go on and survive. He has a special story that brings hope to those who hear it. He has a special plan. At this time only God knows what it is. I can't wait to see how it grows over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeremiah 29:11 "For I know the plans I have for you declares the Lord. Plans to prosper you and not to harm you. Plans to bring you hope and a future."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We have plans for our six children. We have hopes and dreams. But most of all we know God has plans for them. His plans are so much better than our plans could ever hope to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-2542323237180320617?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2542323237180320617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=2542323237180320617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/2542323237180320617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/2542323237180320617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/03/angry-at-god.html' title='ANGRY AT GOD?'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-6816467047225067322</id><published>2009-03-13T10:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T11:05:55.152-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WE ARE SO BUSY!</title><content type='html'>Things around here are soooo busy. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Jake saw the surgeon who was very pleased with his eyes.  She couldn't get over how aligned his eyes were. &lt;br /&gt;He is walking much better and we are seeing very positive changes in him. &lt;br /&gt;He absolutely loves Dr. McGregor and so do we! &lt;br /&gt;We are also trying to get this graduation thing under way.  I am still fighting it for my own selfish reasons but Ann will be graduating June 7.  Where has the time gone?  My first littlest one will be 18 in October.  It sure doesn't seem possible. &lt;br /&gt;Ann and Anabeli went to Columbus this morning to look around for a girl's day.  Anabeli was beside herself with excitement.  She could hardly stand still for me to brush her hair.  They will be eating at their favorite place, Chipolte for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday there was a "bag" coupon for a free burrito in the paper.  They have waited all week to use it. &lt;br /&gt;Blake decided we need a spring break, even though two weeks ago we didn't.  YEAH  We are going near Destin FL and renting a house there for the week. &lt;br /&gt;We leave one week from today so I am rushing around.  The only major things I need to do is get the two younger boys hair cuts and get sandals for the three little ones.  We are off to Wal Mart in just a few. &lt;br /&gt;I have lots of pictures to post and I will try and get to that this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-6816467047225067322?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6816467047225067322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=6816467047225067322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/6816467047225067322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/6816467047225067322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-are-so-busy.html' title='WE ARE SO BUSY!'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-8571250908069857954</id><published>2009-03-11T16:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:17:57.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CHECK THIS OUT</title><content type='html'>If you don't usually read the comments, you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEED &lt;/span&gt;to read the one by Phyllis under Grouchy. &lt;br /&gt;I cracked up.  So very funny. &lt;br /&gt;It did give me an idea on where to put the stuff.  Nothing like getting to school and opening you book bag to find trash and a pair of dirty socks or undies???????&lt;br /&gt;You never know what will happen when mommy gets grouchy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-8571250908069857954?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8571250908069857954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=8571250908069857954&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/8571250908069857954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/8571250908069857954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/03/check-this-out.html' title='CHECK THIS OUT'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-5181212910374769239</id><published>2009-03-08T23:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T23:37:40.724-04:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU ARE GROUCHY TODAY</title><content type='html'>Time for a keeping it real post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two older boys are on my last nerve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I am grouchy today!  Could it possibly be that I am sick and tired of spending time cleaning up messes that they have "already" cleaned up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Jesse didn't think I heard him complaining as he walked away but he was wrong! You think I was grouchy then?  Hang on to your hat boy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;required&lt;/span&gt; lots of "lessons" while he helped me clean up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put the knife and plate in the sink, throw away the package, put the bread away and put the mayo in the fridge when you make a tuna sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are done with the Sunday comics you put the paper in the recycling bin.  You don't throw it on the table. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one amazes me----  When you change Jake's wet diaper you do secure it BUT you don't toss it at the trash can and HOPE it makes it in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bringing your laundry down stairs you do not just toss it in the closet.  See the six (I know I am weird) baskets?  Sort it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bookbag&lt;/span&gt; by the back door when you finish your homework. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put your calculator back in your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bookbag&lt;/span&gt;.  You might need it tomorrow at school.  You might want to put your homework in there too.  DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you sweep the garage (one of his weekly chores) you put the broom back where it belongs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweeping the kitchen floor does require moving the chairs out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was all just something if you are 15.5 or 12.5 you should know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately once &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; the phrase, "Give me the cell phone" was heard again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-5181212910374769239?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5181212910374769239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=5181212910374769239&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/5181212910374769239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/5181212910374769239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-are-grouchy-today.html' title='YOU ARE GROUCHY TODAY'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-1067943825724535117</id><published>2009-03-06T19:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:48:14.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DISOBEDIENCE</title><content type='html'>Well where do I begin? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our children are disobedient we punish them.  Lately though with the older ones we have been letting the disobedience punish on its own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I am talking about.  You didn't listen, you did this and now that this has happened you will pay the consequences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately today it was MY time to pay up.  I guess in my heart I didn't consider what I was doing as disobedience until I was praying while driving to the grocery store.  We can rationalize anything if we try hard enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Jake has had his eyes fixedc we have seen miraculous changes.  More on this in tomorrow's post.  On the down side, with the extra confidence comes extra impulse.  Sam was also this way.  He is so much like Sam except they were 10 years apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was "rescue me" day.  He jumped off some steps today and didn't have a smooth landing.  He tried to climb out of the bathtub and hurt his leg.  He has a bruise on his chin from running too fast.    He had to have a bath because he was covered in my iced tea due to a break down and going limp. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of this would have happened a week ago people.  I am so happy.  You have no idea.  I didn't know I could be this happy over these type of problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that has come to roost was I am 10 years older than I was with a two year old Sam.  This is hard work.  Impulsiveness with Sam was hard to deal with.  You need to watch impulsive children closer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I was praying while we were running errands.  I was thanking God for the huge improvement in Jake.  In 7 months we have gone from a lump of child to a sweet walking boy.  I was also expressing to God my concerns.  I am 10 years older.  I have more kids.  I am tired easier.  on and on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I stopped talking God just poured it on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have put yourself in this situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me????? We asked YOU about adopting.  We prayed for guidance.  Why is this my fault? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No you are not and now you will pay for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um I think I don't understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember back over a year ago when  I laid it upon your heart to lose weight?  Remember the struggle you gave?  Remember when you always had an excuse? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK  My first response was no I didn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then many times I made an excuse came to mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- I will lose weight after I get through the home study visit and the dossier.  You know I eat when I am nervous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-  I am going to Hawaii.  Can't this wait until I get back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-  As soon as we go into PGN I will start.  PGN is stressful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4  How can you expect I will be able to lose weight and keep it off through the holidays? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-  PGN kicked us out.  I promise I will do something when we get this all done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- I am trying  YOU aren't helping.  (So I lied too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- I can't possibly lose weight on a cruise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8- Lord.  Jake is a mess.  This is gonna be really hard.  Help me and please give me a break on the eating, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9- One month ago-  Yeah Yeah.  Can we wait until it is warm enough for me to walk outside for exercise? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY-  Lord why am I so tired?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so blunt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you are too fat.  We could have corrected this but you weren't willing.  Now you must face the consequences. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Lord I understand and starting right now I plan on doing something about this. &lt;br /&gt;Right now I am giving it all back to you.  Right now this minute I am going to trust you for the help I need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So disobedience is not good.  At the time, disobedience was not what I had in mind.  I was just trying to delay things until they were convenient. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I see my convenience caused me to disobey.  The same thing I tell me kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISOBEDIENCE IS NOTHING MORE THAN NOT FULLY TRUSTING GOD TO HANDLE OUR LIVES.  IT CAN ONLY OCCUR WHEN WE PUT OUR OWN THOUGHTS, OPINIONS AND ATTITUDES BEFORE OUR GOD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugg.  It is a good thing God loves us enough to help us get up when we fall and start again.  I am willing to follow and do what I should have done a year ago.  But the sad thing is I wasted a year of healthy living and peace that comes from complete obedience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-1067943825724535117?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1067943825724535117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=1067943825724535117&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/1067943825724535117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/1067943825724535117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/03/disobedience.html' title='DISOBEDIENCE'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-6967421653427465192</id><published>2009-03-03T21:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:14:24.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ABBY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blake just received a call and had to go to the hospital for an emergency. I took the call and it doesn't sound good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It made me think of Abby. She has been in my prayers all day long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please take the time to pray for her, Brent and Michelle and the sibilings too. They need our prayers more than ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-6967421653427465192?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6967421653427465192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=6967421653427465192&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/6967421653427465192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/6967421653427465192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/03/abby.html' title='ABBY'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-4872468051139206014</id><published>2009-03-03T11:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:31:02.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WORD OF THE DAY</title><content type='html'>YUCK. &lt;br /&gt;I am not sure when this word even came into play.  " Who taught Jacob how to say yuck?"  Marvin says Bell did it.  Bell says "Marvin you mean.  Mommy I didn't.  Yuck is a bad word."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuck has been the answer for EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to share an apple with mommy?  Babble (his version of apple)  yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you let Annie hold you? Nanny yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's wash your hands.  Bath yuck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't say bath.  I said let's wash your hands.  NO  Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy needs to start the washer.  Yuck.  (I agree with this one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't touch the dog.  Your hands will get dirty.  You can't get your hands near your eyes if they are dirty.    Dog yuck.  Dirty yuck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't hit your sister.  Bell Bell yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me wash your eyes.  Ear yuck (Little confused in body parts still.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open that door and don't close it again.  Mommy yuck. Mommy yuck.  Mommy yuck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.  It might be a yucky day for some of us. &lt;br /&gt;Man I love this kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-4872468051139206014?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4872468051139206014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=4872468051139206014&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/4872468051139206014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/4872468051139206014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/03/word-of-day.html' title='WORD OF THE DAY'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-6202027082134772067</id><published>2009-03-02T23:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:39:00.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Eyes</title><content type='html'>Marvin right before bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mooooommmmmm.  Somebody colored around Jake's eyes with your red marker.  It wasn't me.  Must have been Bell Bell.  Is she in trouble?"&lt;br /&gt; This came from upstairs while I was straightening up at bedtime. &lt;br /&gt;This kid is so clueless it is funny. &lt;br /&gt;You have got to love the way his brain thinks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-6202027082134772067?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6202027082134772067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=6202027082134772067&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/6202027082134772067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/6202027082134772067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/03/red-eyes.html' title='Red Eyes'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-6334225274860203265</id><published>2009-03-02T18:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:37:57.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WE ARE HOME!</title><content type='html'>Thanks for the prayers Phyllis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am not sure where to begin.  Things are dramatically different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been home about an hour now and Jake is going non stop.  It is hard to believe this kid just came out of surgery! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake and I believe we see a major difference already in his walking.  He is running around and can now turn on one foot with the other up in the air!  The Frankenstein walk is disappearing somewhat.  He is bending at the knees and he is more erect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe the difference.  My opinion, for what it is worth, was that he would be slightly tipsy and maybe falling more as he adjusts to his new vision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER did I expect him to be running around and laughing five hours after surgery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is so amazing is how quickly we have seen results.  Laurie and I set up goals a few weeks ago and my goal was to have him falling less, about five times an hour as opposed to 20 or so.  He is already there and probably exceeding it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God for all His wonderful miracles in my littlest angel.  He has truly performed so many miracles in this guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;presurgery&lt;/span&gt; pictures tomorrow.  Right now I am worn out.  We had high winds last night and the little ones didn't sleep well.  Jake ended up spending most of night in our bed kicking and wiggling.   :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-6334225274860203265?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6334225274860203265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=6334225274860203265&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/6334225274860203265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/6334225274860203265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-are-home.html' title='WE ARE HOME!'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-4000238749024797047</id><published>2009-02-28T00:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T00:25:15.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where oh where?</title><content type='html'>Where oh where does that high pitched, ear shattering scream come from? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't had a screamer until now.  I don't like it at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon Sam and I and the three young ones went to Columbus.  We had a ton of errands.  Shoes for the three, pants for Sam, a stroller for Jake, a new spikey ball for Jake's surgery on Monday and a kitchen trash can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That last item has been a huge project for over a week now.  I get caught up on the dumbest things and can't seem to find something and get on with life.  I guarantee I have managed to see every "stainless steel" trash  ever made now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that child screamed 50 times.  Our day was really long and Blake was having a long day also.  He picked up Jesse and they met us at Smokey Bones for supper.  Sure beats the sandwiches and chicken soup I had planned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so bad for the people around us.  It is one thing to listen to that wonderful noise when it is you precious angel.  It is another thing to hear that noise from the little brat next to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so out of ideas on this one.  I have tried saying no, covering his mouth lightly and saying no, ignoring it, pulling my hair out, ear plugs and the list goes on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am just hoping a good night's sleep will solve the problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake is learning his colors but is fascinated by the word "yellyo".  Everything is yellyo.  He knows he is wrong, because if I say try again he always comes up with the right color. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anabeli was able to find a yellyo ball tonight.  He screamed and smiled so big.  The rest of the evening he would look at it, smile and say "mine yellyo ball".   He is now sound asleep with his head on the yellyo spikey ball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish everything wrong in life could be fixed by a yellyo ball. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-4000238749024797047?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4000238749024797047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=4000238749024797047&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/4000238749024797047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/4000238749024797047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-oh-where.html' title='Where oh where?'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-4997035626614604257</id><published>2009-02-25T15:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T16:12:55.362-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JAKE IS HAVING SURGERY</title><content type='html'>Jake is going to have eye surgery for his strabismus (crossed eyes) on Monday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so thankful to God for such a quick date.  At his appointment a week ago we were told it would be at least the end of March maybe even the end of April before they could get him in! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I received a call about 1:00 saying someone had cancelled for this Monday and the doctor requested they call for Jake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know it could have been a coincidence to get him in so soon but there are a few other things at play here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-  Ann is home now so babysitting on such a short time frame is not an issue for her. &lt;br /&gt;2-  Blake works at a hospital based clinic on Mondays.  It is almost always really busy and then he comes back to finish hospital patients in Marion.  The day can drag on into the evening sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;        When he called the office to check his schedule, it turns out it wasn't very full at all and he can reschedule his day without a big hassle!  This is great.  I was a little worried about him going under anesthesia since his history is so confusing for everyone. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;So there is no doubt in my mind that God has worked it out for us long before the call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me that is the coolest part of this.  God had all this planned out for us a long time ago.  Long before we even saw the doctor last week, long before Jake came home God looked ahead and planned all this out.   How neat is that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I am amazed at His ability to work in our lives.  The nurse told us the doctor specifically requested us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday his therapist, Miss Laurie, told me how she had become so attached to the little guy. &lt;br /&gt;"You just can't help but fall so in love with him." she said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We so know the feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-4997035626614604257?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4997035626614604257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=4997035626614604257&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/4997035626614604257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/4997035626614604257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/02/jake-is-having-surgery.html' title='JAKE IS HAVING SURGERY'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-357014506493534886</id><published>2009-02-21T20:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T20:25:59.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I REMEMBER....</title><content type='html'>February 15--- 20 years ago Blake asked me to marry him. &lt;br /&gt;We were so busy at the time every weekend. &lt;br /&gt;We went out with friends, worked on the house he owned, went out to eat, went to the movies, shopped and the list goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to today:&lt;br /&gt;1- We enjoyed a quiet morning and were able to sleep a few minutes later because all the kids were sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;2- After everyone was up we spent a fun filled morning of hanging out with all the kids at one time or another.&lt;br /&gt;3- Went to Sam's basketball. &lt;br /&gt;4- Reasoned that since we were half way to the nearest Chipolte why not go on and eat an early supper at 4:30??? That is extremely early for us. &lt;br /&gt;5- Took Sam to the sporting goods store and made it home before 6:30.&lt;br /&gt;6- Played with the kids, bathed the little ones, etc.&lt;br /&gt;7- He is going to read and I am going to rest and work on a grocery list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORING???? Compared to our weekends 20 years ago?  You bet. &lt;br /&gt;We were happy then enjoying that life.  We are happy now enjoying this life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I can't think of any other way I would rather enjoy a Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-357014506493534886?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/357014506493534886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=357014506493534886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/357014506493534886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/357014506493534886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-remember.html' title='I REMEMBER....'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-3859574658282819870</id><published>2009-02-21T12:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T12:19:13.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IS IT EVER GOING TO WARM UP?</title><content type='html'>OK I know I will regret this post in a few months but I am beginning to wonder if it will EVER warm up. &lt;br /&gt;We are supposed to get 2-4 more inches of snow today.  I am really tired of the cold weather. &lt;br /&gt;It takes so much longer for bath time with each child.  All three need to be covered in baby oil to keep skin soft. &lt;br /&gt;Going anywhere is a hassle with coats, mittens, hats and all the usual things. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I just had the two boys when I took Marvin to the doctor and it was still a long haul. &lt;br /&gt;Thankfully Jake likes the stroller and I don't need to carry him .  Marvin is such a slow walker I thought we would both freeze in place. &lt;br /&gt;Today the snow is already starting to fall and it should continue all day. &lt;br /&gt;Looks like a good day for a pot of chili after Sam's basketball game. &lt;br /&gt;I really don't like 90 degree weather but at this time I am so tired to be cold, dry and sick I am willing to suffer the heat. &lt;br /&gt;Spring will come.  I keep repeating that phrase several times a day. &lt;br /&gt;I hope I start believing it soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-3859574658282819870?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3859574658282819870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=3859574658282819870&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/3859574658282819870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/3859574658282819870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-it-ever-going-to-warm-up.html' title='IS IT EVER GOING TO WARM UP?'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-8798865350659878993</id><published>2009-02-20T16:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T16:57:30.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UP, UP UP AND SINKING FAST</title><content type='html'>I was up this morning at 1:45, 2:30, 3:36, 4:58, 5:22, and 7:45.  The times are stuck in my mind. &lt;br /&gt;Marvin cried off and on all night with a sore ear.  I had some "sore ear drops" but they expired in 2006 so I am not sure how good they really were but it did buy us a few minutes sleep. &lt;br /&gt;He had an appointment at 9:45 this morning to confirm the obvious.  He has an ear infection.  The PA said it was "really red" and he acts like it hurts. &lt;br /&gt;The good side is he has been started on antibiotics.  We were able to get a new prescription for ear drops.  He only occasionally complains now.  And I am hoping for a good night's sleep and so is he. &lt;br /&gt;This is only his second ear infection EVER!  The first one was when he came home from Guatemala at 7.5 months old.  This is a huge accomplishment as far as I am concerned. &lt;br /&gt;I was the kid that always had cotton in her ear because she almost always had an ear infection and this was wayyyyyy before tubes.  :(&lt;br /&gt;We are going to have an early supper of mashed potatoes and gravy and turkey  (Marvin's favorite) and then an early bedtime.  Mama is sinking fast. &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be better.  I keep telling  him that. &lt;br /&gt;After the appointment he said, "Mama I tried to be brave. Was I brave?"&lt;br /&gt;Yes sweet boy.  You were very brave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-8798865350659878993?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8798865350659878993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=8798865350659878993&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/8798865350659878993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/8798865350659878993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/02/up-up-up-and-sinking-fast.html' title='UP, UP UP AND SINKING FAST'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-278563640595743613</id><published>2009-02-17T21:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:48:04.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GREAT NEWS FOR LIL B</title><content type='html'>I received information today that Lil B will get to stay at Eagle's Nest a little while longer!!!&lt;br /&gt;Praise God. &lt;br /&gt;His next hearing is at the end of April but as of right now he gets to stay in his home.&lt;br /&gt;Please continue to pray for all these kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-278563640595743613?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/278563640595743613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=278563640595743613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/278563640595743613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/278563640595743613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/02/great-news-for-lil-b.html' title='GREAT NEWS FOR LIL B'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-267026502008190817</id><published>2009-02-17T11:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:52:47.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FETCH</title><content type='html'>We have a little white dog named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Caesar&lt;/span&gt;. He is cute but can be somewhat annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves Ann and with Ann home all day he sits with her while she studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes he wanders down to play a little with the kids. He really likes Jake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago Jake and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Caesar&lt;/span&gt; spotted a lone Cheerio on the floor at about the same time. They looked at each other and took off for the Cheerio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Caesar&lt;/span&gt; made it there by a hair and scarfed the Cheerio. Jake, not to be outdone, grabbed the dog, opened his mouth, removed the Cheerio and popped it into his mouth before I even knew what happened!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so gross. But I also knew at that time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Caesar&lt;/span&gt; really would look after Jake and they really seemed to bond over that shared Cheerio.  If I were Caesar I might have decided to practice my biting on that little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family room is huge. We have two sofas facing each other in the front and behind the sofa is a gigantic play area. The boys were back there playing while I was at the "beauty shop".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was allowing me new 4 year old stylist rip my hair out, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt; I mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;style&lt;/span&gt; my hair, I heard Marvin say, "Fetch dog." Jake just laughed like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been trying to teach &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Caesar&lt;/span&gt; to fetch for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He clapped and said good boy. This went on for a few times and then he said, "Speak like a dog. Go ruff, ruff." Silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I said speak like a dog. Go ruff ruff." Silence except for laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh well fetch the ball." The ball came rolling by me and the dog right after it but I was shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog was a little boy named Jake just laughing away. He fetched the ball and took it back to Marvin just giggling like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Marvin, "What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Playing with my dog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh. That's not your dog. That's your brother. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know but I want a dog right now, not a brother."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-267026502008190817?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/267026502008190817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=267026502008190817&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/267026502008190817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/267026502008190817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/02/fetch.html' title='FETCH'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-6717483249392090387</id><published>2009-02-16T22:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:27:53.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil B</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/SZouRKlnFLI/AAAAAAAAAok/0ySb2PbO-aU/s1600-h/New+Picture.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303602383616939186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/SZouRKlnFLI/AAAAAAAAAok/0ySb2PbO-aU/s320/New+Picture.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;Lil B, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We are trusting God for you.  I believe He knows what is best for you and is working in your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am praying so hard for you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today has been such a sad day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still waiting to hear from Eagle's Nest on the status of Lil B. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had an interview with the powers that be in Guatemala to discuss his staying at the Eagle's Nest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I received the information from Claire I immediately started to pray for all the children at the Eagle's Nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sounds as if the government is trying to take away all the children and shut down the orphanage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a mess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These little guys and dolls are receiving great care from Larry, Claire and the staff. They are well fed and healthy. This is terribly hard for me to understand. Why would they want Lil B to be removed from the only home he has known the last 15 months? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ask you join me in remembering to pray for all the children left in Guatemala. It is terrible to think of what they must be going through without parents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-6717483249392090387?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6717483249392090387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=6717483249392090387&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/6717483249392090387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/6717483249392090387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/02/lil-b.html' title='Lil B'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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/_NaYUiIHC29w/SZouRKlnFLI/AAAAAAAAAok/0ySb2PbO-aU/s72-c/New+Picture.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008203324056860859.post-8740058984178269295</id><published>2009-02-12T19:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T19:50:50.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ELECTRIC IS SO GOOD</title><content type='html'>Electric is good, very, very good.  It is amazing how much we take for granted our conveniences that people around the world do not have!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohio has had the worst wind storm.  Last night our winds had gusts of 74 miles per hour.  It was horrible.  You felt as if you were going to be blown away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully we did not have snow but rain during this time.  I can't imagine how snowed in we would be if the temperature had not been 45!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night at 9:52 our cable went out.  We are HUGE Lost fans and this was devastating.  We missed the last few minutes of the show.  Blake and I only watch one show on TV other than the news! That is it.  Nothing else.  We can't wait for Wednesday nights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK no cable, no internet, no land line phones.  We can live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 10:00 I ran the bathtub full of cold water to make sure we would have water to flush the toilets if the electric went off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:17 the lights start to flicker.  I say to Blake "I need to get up and get some candles out in case we lose the lights." 10:19 Marvin comes down scared from the wind.  10:21 I am still sitting on the bed and the lights go out.  No candles.  Not good.  Our house is pitch black. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake immediately starts screaming.  The wind was so strong at that moment it sounded like a freight train.  So I take off to the upstairs with my cell phone lighting the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two older boys were asleep in the basement.  Ann and I grabbed Bell and Jake and took them down to our room.  Ann decided to sleep upstairs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So because I was lazy I had to gather the candles from the closet in the dark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All night long the wind was howling.  The temperature in the house at 8:00 AM was 56. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the big problem in the country is no electric, no well water.  No water, no shower, no flushing the toilet add to that the loss of electric and no microwave, teapot or toaster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an adventure.  Thankfully my parents and sisters, who live three miles away, had electric.  Blake and Jesse went and took showers at my parents and then it was off to work and school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam got his braces on today, pictures later, so he and I went to my sisters around 10:30 for showers before the orthodontist.  Of course the three little ones planted themselves immediately in front of her TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lights came back on at 2:19 PM.  Praise God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing to me how we forget to be thankful for the things we grow to expect such as lights, a warm shower, clean water to brush teeth, warmth.    These are things we take for granted that other countries do not have even have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night as the wind roared around us I fell asleep praying, thanking God for a well built home that could stand strong in the winds and shelter us from the brutality of the cold air.  Yes it was cool inside but it was even colder outside as the wind was blowing.  We were able to protect our children from the cold, harsh winds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shiver to think how hard it would be as a parent without a way to protect my children from the cold winds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God blesses us so much in this country.  We want to stand and complain and not work for what we get.  Many people expect a hand out and not a helping hand.  Many would rather survive on government programs than have gainful employment to pay for what they need.  Many gripe about what is wrong with this country rather than look at what is good and volunteer to help fix the bad &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud God saw fit to allow me the luxury of being born in America where warm beds and a roof over our heads is typical.  Sometimes I forget how much He has given me and forget to thank and praise Him for all He gives me.  It takes a night without electric to put things into perspective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-8740058984178269295?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8740058984178269295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=8740058984178269295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/8740058984178269295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/8740058984178269295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/02/electric-is-so-good.html' title='ELECTRIC IS SO GOOD'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-6368989878562824452</id><published>2009-02-10T17:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T18:13:19.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DREARY DAY OUTSIDE, BEAUTIFUL INSIDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well today was a dreary day. No sun shine but it was warm. Rain but it was warm. Foggy but it was warm. Dark but it was warm. Catch a pattern here? It made it up to mid 50s today! I am so happy to have a warm day I hardly noticed the other things.&lt;br /&gt;We had to be in Columbus for an 8:30 AM doctor's appointment for Ann. It is an hour drive in traffic AND all three little guys had to go.&lt;br /&gt;What was that girl thinking when she made the appointment????&lt;br /&gt;We decided to make a day of it and I was so thankful for the warm weather.&lt;br /&gt;Ann is such a sweet young lady and I couldn't be happier about spending the day with her but I do have to admit lack of sleep from the backseat had its moments.&lt;br /&gt;Jake of course was almost perfect. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Anabeli&lt;/span&gt; was tolerable and Marvin is at least still alive at this point in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;He is becoming a very impatient child lately and when you are four of six that is not a virtue. We spent a great deal of time talking about being a peacemaker today and waiting our turn.&lt;br /&gt;After the appointment we hit three great resale shops. It was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Anabeli&lt;/span&gt; was able to get three matching outfits for $5.00 each that look brand new, three pairs of denim shorts for 2.00 each and a few shirts. I was thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;Shop three is a Plato's Closet. If you have teens this is a great shop. I think they are a nationwide chain. The one we go to is in a wealthy part of Columbus which helps with Ann's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fashionista&lt;/span&gt; ways.&lt;br /&gt;Sam managed to get four pairs of designer (or at least Ann says they are) shorts and two pairs of jeans. This is a big deal since he is a 28X30 and that is so hard to find. I felt like I had hit the jackpot.&lt;br /&gt;Jesse and Ann go their fair share of clothes there too. Nope we aren't too proud for second hand or garage sale things. The cheaper the better for us.&lt;br /&gt;I find that very sad. Everything we bought looked brand new or maybe four washings. These were clothes with an "original" price tag of at least 75.00 if bought new. The store was filled to capacity.&lt;br /&gt;Where are these kids getting the money for 200.00 jeans and 100.00 shirts??? What does it say to them to see their things hanging on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rack&lt;/span&gt; for 10.00-15.00?? Do they see the waste in the price or do they notice the items are still like new?&lt;br /&gt;What will these same kids do when they go off on their own? I can't think of too many jobs with a starting salary that can support the life they are accustomed to living.&lt;br /&gt;Lately we have decided to cut drastically all aspects of our lives. Are the kids feeling the pinch?? Yes. But that is a good thing in my mind. Life isn't always the best of every possible material thing. Sometimes it can be downright cruel in that area.&lt;br /&gt;But when you look at family values, family memories and God's will I think our lives are right on track.&lt;br /&gt;Yes we got some good deals but more importantly we had a good time today just being together.&lt;br /&gt;When I think of Ann starting to leave the nest I am overwhelmed. I am glad we have days like today where we can laugh, bargain hunt and just have everyday fun for memories.&lt;br /&gt;She picked lunch at her favorite place, Olive Garden. As we sat there waiting on our food I told the little guys the stories of Annie's life.&lt;br /&gt;Annie loved the Olive Garden when she was young. She called it "Garden Ollie" and at that time we lived 10 minutes from "Garden Ollie".&lt;br /&gt;Several nights daddy came home and she would beg to go out to eat. It didn't matter if supper was ready or not. When she would say, "Daddy go to Garden Ollie, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;puhleese&lt;/span&gt;. Daddy I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wuv&lt;/span&gt; you lots," we were out the door. She still knows how to play her daddy.&lt;br /&gt;For some reason when she was about two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; a half she even removed all the silverware and stuffed it in the diaper bag. I don't know why. She doesn't know why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;although&lt;/span&gt; she did try to blame it on "baby Jesse". He was blamed a lot around that time.&lt;br /&gt;I opened it a few days later when we were getting ready for another outing and found it. The next time we went SHE had to return it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;M and A laughed at the thought of big sis being so silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even though it was dreary outside my memories were able to make it a beautiful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what I wish for my children. Beautiful days of recalling childhood memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301308498237032114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/SZIH_dothrI/AAAAAAAAAoM/COgGqnGNwLY/s320/new.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;WE LOVE YOU LOTS ANNIE GIRL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301308953213565554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/SZIIZ8jkenI/AAAAAAAAAoc/ZXPSrn33wFg/s320/new2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-6368989878562824452?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6368989878562824452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=6368989878562824452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/6368989878562824452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/6368989878562824452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/02/dreary-day-outside-beautiful-inside.html' title='DREARY DAY OUTSIDE, BEAUTIFUL INSIDE'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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/_NaYUiIHC29w/SZIH_dothrI/AAAAAAAAAoM/COgGqnGNwLY/s72-c/new.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008203324056860859.post-1437674803591917597</id><published>2009-02-09T18:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T19:07:29.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Post</title><content type='html'>We have been super busy the last week or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jake&lt;/span&gt; has been evaluated and will start preschool in a week or two. :(  I am trying to be upbeat about this but it is killing me inside.  He is too little to leave his mama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Marvin&lt;/span&gt; had major dental work done today and came out like a champ.  I am so proud of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Anabeli&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is busy being the princess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sam &lt;/span&gt;had a basketball game Saturday and practice tonight.  Lots of running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jesse&lt;/span&gt; is pondering what to get girlfriend for Valentines Day.  I suggested a rose.  Nothing to expensive or committal.  He is only 15.5.  He is starting to get ready to take the test for his temps on March 13.  He will be driving by the end of September. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ann&lt;/span&gt; is now officially a senior.  Once again, I am breaking down.  She went to online schooling about two weeks ago and is chugging right along.  We need to start planning a graduation party for June. &lt;br /&gt;Between all that, Jake's two therapies a week, Jake's nasty cold, various doctor's appointments, etc we have been extremely busy.   Man, life is never boring here!&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, it has been very warm (in high 40 and 50 range) for several days.  After church yesterday we all jumped in the car and drove about 20 miles to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chipolte&lt;/span&gt; to enjoy the weather and each other.  Well at least some of us enjoyed each other.  Others just did a lot of eye rolling and goofing around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-1437674803591917597?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1437674803591917597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=1437674803591917597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/1437674803591917597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/1437674803591917597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/02/quick-post.html' title='Quick Post'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-872346769038440737</id><published>2009-01-27T23:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:57:37.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PRECIOUS</title><content type='html'>The last two days have been very challenging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake now understands the word "no" and how to use it.  Also there is nothing like getting upset and then becoming as straight as a board.  This keeps you from being put down.  Throw in a nice shrill scream (thanks cousin Brandon) and you have a great 10 minute fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got tired today of listening to him scream.  I sat down on the kitchen floor and we rolled the ball back and forth.  When he decided I wasn't all bad, Jake came over and sat on my lap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have felt Jake and I bonded the very second I held him.  He has good eye contact and I have always said God protected him somehow from the harsh realities of his previous life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing he would not do was let me cradle him like a baby.  He will sit on my lap and is a wonderful cuddly boy but don't try to put him in a cradling position. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today as he was sitting on my lap I turned him and for the first time he did not fight me.  I started to rock him back and forth.  He smiled up at me and said, "more mommy." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rocked in silence staring into each others eyes for quite a while.  He was leaning closer and closer into my chest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Whas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dat&lt;/span&gt;?"  and started to pat my chest in a rhythm!!! He was listening to my heart beat.   I explained that was my heart and it loved him very much.  Then without thinking I said it is saying "Mama loves Jake" in a rhythmic form two times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pushed closer into me and then started repeating over and over with the beating of my heart, "Mama &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wuv&lt;/span&gt; Jake." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the one moment I can say we understood our love for each other at the same time.  As I rocked he continued to repeat until he fell asleep.  Never have I had a moment so calming before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little guy in all his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wondrous&lt;/span&gt; clumsiness and delays knows more about love than I could ever imagine.  He really gets it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even on the terrible 2 days I wouldn't trade one second of any day with him.  He is so great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening he bugged Marvin so much Marvin left him to play alone and went to watch TV on the other side of the family room.  Jake took a while to throw a fit and then walked over, fell down and threw his arms around Marvin.  He bumped his little head to Marvin's and looked straight in his eyes and said, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wuv&lt;/span&gt; you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really loves his big brother and I think he was sorry for his actions.  Marvin was so sweet and leaned into Jake and said, "I love you too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jakey&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;You's&lt;/span&gt; my little brother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My WORD!!!! That's love.  Yeah you are mean to me and yeah I left to keep from beating you up but hey I love you and more importantly you are my little brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks God for bringing this wonderful little angel into all our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-872346769038440737?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/872346769038440737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=872346769038440737&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/872346769038440737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/872346769038440737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/01/precious.html' title='PRECIOUS'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-4992982734920280942</id><published>2009-01-17T14:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T15:01:39.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EVERY DAY LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292352674363701986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/SXI2t52JeuI/AAAAAAAAAmw/T7zAKQ3G7sQ/s320/IMG_0449%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been absent.  I will try and do better.  I will try hard!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To all of you who continue to bug me--- KEEP IT UP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are some of the shots from our everyday NORMAL life over the last few months.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Normal life--- Who could ask for anything more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292351532734428578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/SXI1rc8hNaI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/ze0qUgRq4f4/s320/IMG_0522%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/SXI2ts9t5_I/AAAAAAAAAmo/IsVJ3fvZ2iM/s1600-h/IMG_0511%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292352670905788402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/SXI2ts9t5_I/AAAAAAAAAmo/IsVJ3fvZ2iM/s320/IMG_0511%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/SXI2tBiGb_I/AAAAAAAAAmg/4WIu0uXDtmU/s1600-h/IMG_0510%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292352659247230962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/SXI2tBiGb_I/AAAAAAAAAmg/4WIu0uXDtmU/s320/IMG_0510%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292353857028596882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/SXI3yvnbpJI/AAAAAAAAAnI/DP6DuosnT-Q/s320/IMG_0348%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292353847398493154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/SXI3yLvb6-I/AAAAAAAAAm4/Y53RCL8L1Ls/s320/IMG_0344%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292353851318869090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/SXI3yaWIHGI/AAAAAAAAAnA/QlKaTZZYKc0/s320/IMG_0345%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292351542054025394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/SXI1r_qe-LI/AAAAAAAAAmY/OnGdlwUfLVg/s320/IMG_0515%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like Sam is hiding from the camera lately but trust me he is still here and as crazy as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-4992982734920280942?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4992982734920280942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=4992982734920280942&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/4992982734920280942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/4992982734920280942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2009/01/every-day-life.html' title='EVERY DAY LIFE'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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/_NaYUiIHC29w/SXI2t52JeuI/AAAAAAAAAmw/T7zAKQ3G7sQ/s72-c/IMG_0449%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008203324056860859.post-2396898324103310338</id><published>2008-11-18T23:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:32:12.805-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WE ARE HERE!</title><content type='html'>OK folks,&lt;br /&gt;We are back.  Things have been so crazy here.  I have been about the lose my mind with things needing to be done but not only have I found the tunnel but I also see the light!&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully Jake will be updating Saturday night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of our week is busy.  We are cleaning and going through toys before everything holiday approaches.  The kids are so excited because we have even had a little dusting of snow lately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse has a football banquet tomorrow.  Jake and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Anabeli&lt;/span&gt; have eye doctor visits on Thursday in Columbus.  Ann is going to Bowling Green for a college visit on Friday/Saturday.  Friday we are having dinner with some new friends.   Sunday is church and Sunday night is program practice at church.  Throw in keeping things neat, cooking and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;laundry&lt;/span&gt; and it is a busier than normal week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake has a terrible cold and his physical therapy had to be cancelled for today.  I was almost happy to spend the time at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Jake has his first home visit.  We are excited.  Our social worker has been a wonderful support throughout our time home.  I can't wait for her to see for herself the improvement my handsome guy has made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has got to be the most lovable guy I have ever met.  Yes he still sleeps with us a night or two a week.  And yes I am told it is not the best thing to promote good sleep habits  or at least daddy says that but.... this kid is so darn lovable!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he cuddles up next to you nothing matters to you but him.  He is talking but Marvin and I seem to be the only two people who can understand him and a good majority of the time we are guessing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But for the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIG &lt;/span&gt;news.   &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;He is WALKING.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MY LITTLE GUY IS WALKING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has seen him through all of his past woes and he is remarkable.  I know I still need to write about his doctor's visit and I will but I can't wait to share our good news. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been so good to us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby boy is going to be just fine. &lt;br /&gt;He has lots of information to post this weekend and I am trying to get some pictures but when he sees the camera come out he just sits and stares. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all of you who have checked in on us.  We are here but busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-2396898324103310338?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2396898324103310338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=2396898324103310338&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/2396898324103310338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/2396898324103310338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-are-here.html' title='WE ARE HERE!'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-2540888478104968188</id><published>2008-10-08T23:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:20:38.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FEELING BETTER</title><content type='html'>It has been a long time but I am starting to feel like a person again. &lt;br /&gt;Last night I slept a full seven hours.  That is in itself is a miracle.  It has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; long since I have not had trouble sleeping due to congestion and coughing. &lt;br /&gt;My energy level is almost normal.  My head is not stuffy. &lt;br /&gt;I thank God so much for giving me the strength lately. &lt;br /&gt;By the way, Sunday was fantastic.  It was my first service for the "first service" and I had six new children.  We had a blast and I enjoyed the small group where I could sit on the floor and get to know each child personally. &lt;br /&gt;Then the second service was bigger than it has ever been so far. &lt;br /&gt;My passion was renewed. &lt;br /&gt;We have a very slow week at home and I am just enjoying it.  Hopefully by tomorrow things will be back to normal and I can post a ton of pictures. &lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for my two older ones who have helped me hold it together.  They have managed to pick up the slack and also keep my head on straight as I suffered through way to many steroids lately. &lt;br /&gt;Jake is wanting to post tomorrow night too.  He has so much to tell you.  One thing I need to tell you is this boy has a temper!  It is coming out and he is so cute about it. &lt;br /&gt;We do have a football game too.  This will be Jesse's first since he torn his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ACL&lt;/span&gt; and fractured his kneecap three days before the first game of the season.  Everyone is excited. &lt;br /&gt;As you can see around here every day has new challenges but also has so much fun.  &lt;br /&gt;We spent 10 minutes just stretching this afternoon.  Poor Marvin is so stiff.  He was funny.  When he would raise his hands above his head his feet would just naturally pull up.  We laughed and laughed.  Giggling is the best medication I know. &lt;br /&gt;More soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-2540888478104968188?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2540888478104968188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=2540888478104968188&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/2540888478104968188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/2540888478104968188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2008/10/feeling-better.html' title='FEELING BETTER'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-8007864796187886014</id><published>2008-10-04T02:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T02:53:45.788-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BATTLES</title><content type='html'>I have been through such a battle this week but I have got to tell you I feel so content right now.  Thank God for that. &lt;br /&gt;Not only did I have all kinds of weirdness with breathing this week but I had a few problems with the new Children's Worship format I am trying to implement. &lt;br /&gt;A visit to the ER, two doctor's visits and a boat load of medicine and my lungs are starting to feel better.  But greater than that God has shown me how to soar like an eagle when the turkeys try to pull me down. &lt;br /&gt;Several times this week I have wanted to scream at the top of my lungs.  "People please get out of the way and let's just see what God wants to do!"&lt;br /&gt;We can't in any point of our lives live in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mediocrity&lt;/span&gt; if we want to be happy.  Of course we want to be striving our hardest but I believe living in failure would have to be easier than living in the middle of the road.&lt;br /&gt;How can you sit in the middle of the road and expect change to get around you?  Get over to one side or the other. &lt;br /&gt;God has such big plans for us, bigger than we could ever guess or imagine but it seems there are times in all of our lives we are just happier to sit in the middle of the road and block everything. &lt;br /&gt;Have you ever come upon an animal sitting in the middle of the road? It is next to impossible to go around it without sqaushing it.  Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;When we fight God's plan for ourselves or worse yet for others we better be willing to pay the piper. &lt;br /&gt;There is nowhere in our lives we should just be sitting still.  It doesn't matter what we are doing, who we are doing it for or what the plan is if you are sitting in the way---MOVE. &lt;br /&gt;We can't be happy in a stalemate. Life is just not meant to be spent living in the past.  The future is upon us and if we are not willing to fight for our children who is? &lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days where whole families are in church together.  Gone are the days where we can hide our heads in the sand and avoid such issues has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;homelessness&lt;/span&gt;, broken families and abuse.  Children are wiser now and expect more from church than a bible story and a snack. &lt;br /&gt;We need to tell them the story and then explain how it can be used in our life.  The Bible might be our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;road map&lt;/span&gt; but to an 8 year old, a road map can be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;confusing&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;As adults it is our job to help them understand that road map.  We must get them where they live every day.  We must help them realize how to stand on the promises of God while teaching them what the promises are all about. &lt;br /&gt;We can't teach children about the unconditional love of Christ if we hold grudges against others and deliberately try to hurt others or stop the plans God has set into motion.  &lt;br /&gt;Children can see through even the best adult faking something.  They know.  They might not have the vocabulary to express it but they know more about our hearts than we do most of the time. &lt;br /&gt;Tonight as I was thinking about all that has happened this week I find myself encouraged.  Without conflict it is hard to imagine peace.  Without an idea and starting point a job cannot be finished.  Without pain the joy of Christ's healing would not feel as perfect.  Without God's direction in our lives, we will be destined to sit in the middle of the road waiting.....&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I am afraid what people will find waiting for them will not be God's peace and redemption but rather unhappiness and a lack of growth in their lives. &lt;br /&gt;Get out of the middle of the road and accept what God has given to you.  Accept his promises and allow Him to work through you.&lt;br /&gt;Go out on a limb for Him.  It was so scary out here at the beginning of the week but now I can tell you I have never felt so liberated.  I am no longer sitting alone.  I am sitting with God in the center of his will.  Like it or not, that is the only place I want to be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-8007864796187886014?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8007864796187886014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=8007864796187886014&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/8007864796187886014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/8007864796187886014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2008/10/battles.html' title='BATTLES'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-2686201425817831215</id><published>2008-09-30T15:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T15:15:21.429-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MAMA'S SICK</title><content type='html'>Amy and anyone else on pins and needles,&lt;br /&gt;Mama is sick.  Real sick. &lt;br /&gt;I had a cold and sinus infection two weeks ago that knocked it out of me even with antibiotics and a short round of Prednisone. &lt;br /&gt;I have been exceptionally tired and feeling rather overwhelmed I just fall into bed and try and stay awake during the day. &lt;br /&gt;All in all we are doing great at surviving and Jake is still improving but I am crazy from feeling so miserable. &lt;br /&gt;By the end of the week the "cold" was coming back on but I thought I could beat it.  Fast forward to yesterday when I had a major asthma attack.  It started at around 4:00 pm and we were in the ER until about 10:30 trying to get everything under control. &lt;br /&gt;The cold is really the sinus infection that did not clear up like I had thought and it has triggered really nasty breathing issues. &lt;br /&gt;After being blasted with breathing treatments and injection of steroids I left.  Now I am trying to keep things under control while tapering off the Prednisone.  I have one massive headache from my body coming off all the injections last night. &lt;br /&gt;So I am armed with several medications to control this mess and resting now that Jake is napping. &lt;br /&gt;I will be back soon. &lt;br /&gt;I have tons of pictures.   Today was the first day of preschool for M and A and it was so much fun for them. &lt;br /&gt;I will get back soon.  I promise.  With lots of pictures too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-2686201425817831215?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2686201425817831215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=2686201425817831215&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/2686201425817831215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/2686201425817831215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2008/09/mamas-sick.html' title='MAMA&apos;S SICK'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-1254384779772222325</id><published>2008-09-23T22:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T22:40:12.457-04:00</updated><title type='text'>POSTING</title><content type='html'>I am trying to post pictures tonight but blogspot will not let me. So stayed tuned....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-1254384779772222325?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1254384779772222325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=1254384779772222325&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/1254384779772222325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/1254384779772222325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2008/09/posting.html' title='POSTING'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-7366494576915172692</id><published>2008-09-23T13:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T13:09:31.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RACIAL DIVERSITY</title><content type='html'>Marvin just told me about his "new best friend" at church. &lt;br /&gt;"He is cool mom.  He doesn't look like you.  He doesn't look like me.  Well he sorta looks like me. "&lt;br /&gt;I had to laugh.  His best friend is a Korean adoptee. &lt;br /&gt;It made me think about our church.  We have Caucasians, African Americans, Hispanic and biracial families attending. &lt;br /&gt;We have adoptees from Guatemala (mine), Japan,  Korea and a few children in the US foster care system. &lt;br /&gt;It is so cool to have such racial diversity worshipping together.  One thing that concerned me about my Guatlings was if they would feel out of place with their "brown biscuit skin".  &lt;br /&gt;When you go to church and see so many different nationalities represented how could you even begin to feel out of place? &lt;br /&gt;I thank God for the opportunity to attend such a diverse church that understands the meaning of adoption and helping others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-7366494576915172692?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7366494576915172692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=7366494576915172692&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/7366494576915172692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/7366494576915172692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2008/09/racial-diversity.html' title='RACIAL DIVERSITY'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-8920748538074030741</id><published>2008-09-20T23:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T00:10:40.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TRYIN TO GET THROUGH</title><content type='html'>OK This is definitely a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;keepin&lt;/span&gt; it real post. &lt;br /&gt;For many reasons I am at my wits end. &lt;br /&gt;I have had an exceptionally  busy week this week so in turn I am really tired.  We had agreed to stay home tonight but at about 5:00 Blake got antsy and wanted to go to Columbus.  He left his hat at Longhorn Restaurant on Thursday night after we had gone down to buy a used &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;VW&lt;/span&gt; for Ann.  By the way it is a nice car. &lt;br /&gt;This stupid hat came from Jamaica and it is a baseball hat that says Jamaica. We paid maybe 15.00 for this hat about five years ago and we have been all over Central Ohio because he keeps leaving it places. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway Sam wanted to babysit and make a little money.  Fine but I don't think he is ready for all three little guys even if Jesse and a friend were here if he needed help so we took Jake. &lt;br /&gt;Man that kid was wound.  He had a ball and so did we.  We went to P.F. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Changs&lt;/span&gt; for supper and I missed the little spicy mark by my Pepper Steak so my stomach was on fire. &lt;br /&gt;On the way home I received a call for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kierstan&lt;/span&gt; and Ann (dumb and dumber) saying Jesse and Aaron were "jerks".  Deal with that over the phone.  Boys get downstairs and don't be so loud.  Marvin and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Anabeli&lt;/span&gt; are trying to sleep.  Leave your sister and her friends alone.  Ann go into the family room and behave,  By the time we get home 20 minutes later Matt is the only one in the family room. &lt;br /&gt;Get home and Matt (who doesn't live here although he thinks he does) says on his way out, "Ann you better come talk to your mom."&lt;br /&gt;I think it is over the phone call and dismiss it BUT a few seconds later here comes dumb and dumber with most of their hair pulled up in the back, EXCEPT for a neon pink streak through both heads of hair. &lt;br /&gt;This is so dumb.  Ann says "It is just semi permanent it will wash out in a few weeks."  I cannot believe this. &lt;br /&gt;This kid doesn't usually do something like this.  I don't know what ever caused them to do this.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kierstan&lt;/span&gt; has not even highlighted her hair before.  It is a beautiful light &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt; hair with natural highlights. &lt;br /&gt;I know it is not that big of a deal but come on.  This is the straw that broke the camel's back.  What was she thinking?????&lt;br /&gt;So I am going to bed.  Hopefully by Sunday morning I will not want to break her little neck.  This would be easier to cope with if I had not been so busy this week and we still went and bought the car on Thursday which threw me way further behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I didn't pray for patience this week.  Why do I feel like I did?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-8920748538074030741?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8920748538074030741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=8920748538074030741&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/8920748538074030741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/8920748538074030741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2008/09/tryin-to-get-through.html' title='TRYIN TO GET THROUGH'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-6210530091787466150</id><published>2008-09-17T19:33:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T19:59:28.108-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MY GUY IS SICK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jake is miserable. He has a terrible cold brewing and I am afraid an ear infection too. He is also drooling nonstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unfortunately he is a very hyper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sicky&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wants&lt;/span&gt; to lay on the bed and roll into me. We can't stand, we can't go into another room. Each time I move I get protests. The only way he is happy is if I am beside him rubbing his tummy softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't wait for daddy to get home and check his ears and throat. At least then I will &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;know. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247141632897782306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/SNGXg7sJEiI/AAAAAAAAAaI/KEVTNCRfAJs/s320/IMG_0312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, please don't take my picture. Put down the camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247142226234822162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/SNGYDeCtzhI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/PaZPuEzZiyc/s320/IMG_0313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom stop it. You are going to make me look silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Notice the scab on the nose? He managed to fall at church and give his little nose a rug burn. Only my little scruffy boy could take on that challenge and win. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247142226796633138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/SNGYDgIqXDI/AAAAAAAAAaY/axp6qdxeOrQ/s320/IMG_0315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OK If I hold still will you put up the dumb camera for a while? I am sick. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My eye is swollen and I feel bad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Can't you leave me alone? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247143315540742482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/SNGZC4BfEVI/AAAAAAAAAag/5i8kBKSTXDY/s320/IMG_0276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Guatlings&lt;/span&gt; on a happier day.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-6210530091787466150?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6210530091787466150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=6210530091787466150&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/6210530091787466150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/6210530091787466150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-guy-is-sick.html' title='MY GUY IS SICK'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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/_NaYUiIHC29w/SNGXg7sJEiI/AAAAAAAAAaI/KEVTNCRfAJs/s72-c/IMG_0312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008203324056860859.post-1325261507631428734</id><published>2008-09-17T19:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T19:37:58.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DIAPERS ON, DIAPERS OFF</title><content type='html'>OK someone tell me how in the world I am supposed to keep a diaper on this kid?????&lt;br /&gt;None of the others were as bad as he is.  He can slither out of his PJs and most other pants as quick as you can say, "Jake No, No." and have his diaper ripped off too. &lt;br /&gt;It is driving me crazy.  He thinks it is funny but I am sick of finding little "puddles" from the moments between diaper off, diaper on. &lt;br /&gt;Today while his developmental social worker was here he managed to slither out of his shorts and diaper before we even noticed!!!! Interestingly enough there is nothing on all the developmental charts for this other than "tries to assist in dressing self."  Nothing about enjoying undressing self to be butt naked!&lt;br /&gt;This kid.  I love him more and more each day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-1325261507631428734?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1325261507631428734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=1325261507631428734&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/1325261507631428734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/1325261507631428734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2008/09/diapers-on-diapers-off.html' title='DIAPERS ON, DIAPERS OFF'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-6114601840805185528</id><published>2008-09-16T11:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T11:52:30.882-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HERE I SIT</title><content type='html'>Here I sit in my ofice looking at at a huge mess made by a two year old.  Crayons were dumped.  Papers scattered.  Trash can turned over. &lt;br /&gt;I follow the trail into our bathroom.  A load of dirty laundry on its way into the laundry room is turned over.  Bath toys are thrown everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Into the bedroom where I trip over more toys.  Find an empty candy box (Uh NO).  And then find a two year old ripping up the telephone book with a big smile on his face.   &lt;br /&gt;I should be upset but rather I rush over and pick him up giving him a big hug. &lt;br /&gt;Now I have snot on my clothes and in my hair along with the huge mess to clean up. &lt;br /&gt;But.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I DONT CARE!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because on top of the sticky, icky mess everywhere I have a normal two year old boy behind it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for this precious child who has turned my world upset down.  I LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Thanks for the mess too it reminds me of just how far he has come in eight weeks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-6114601840805185528?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6114601840805185528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=6114601840805185528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/6114601840805185528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/6114601840805185528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2008/09/here-i-sit.html' title='HERE I SIT'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-8844013920023205161</id><published>2008-09-15T14:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T14:09:01.397-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MARVIN</title><content type='html'>Marvin has been full of information today.  This boy is changing so much.  He is starting to act more like a little boy with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mischievous&lt;/span&gt; grin and wry sense of humor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At lunch he asked what we were having for supper.  I said, "I don't know I need to go check the freezer.  Is there something that sounds good to you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah.  I want cheese rats-knees-o-lee and that stinky bread you make in the oven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know the stinky bread is garlic bread his new favorite but the other thing had me stumped.  I asked him to repeat it several times and it sounded the same way each time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I figured out what we are having for supper salad, garlic bread and CHEESE RAVIOLI!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my second day of teaching worship and I am loving it.  We talked about Adam and Eve and how God makes us all different but we are also special in our own way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To prove this every child received a black rock they needed to look at and tell what made their rock so special.  It was a great object &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lesson&lt;/span&gt; and the kids were able to keep the rock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvin's was on the floor today and he saw and and picked up his "special rock".  He told me how much he liked it etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked him why he got the rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well what did I tell you about the rock?  What was our story about?  How is that rock like you?  blah blah blah." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the questions received the same answer.  "I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally he got bored and said to me.  "Mom I don't know.  You should know.  You were the teacher. You gave it to me. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week we will work on listening better to the meaning of the story.  :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-8844013920023205161?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8844013920023205161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=8844013920023205161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/8844013920023205161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/8844013920023205161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2008/09/marvin.html' title='MARVIN'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-6342268995344088667</id><published>2008-09-12T13:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T13:08:59.605-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane Ike</title><content type='html'>To all of my friends in the wake of Hurricane Ike,&lt;br /&gt;Please know I am praying for you and your families over the next few days.  I am sure most of you are busy getting out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there and update as soon as you can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-6342268995344088667?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6342268995344088667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=6342268995344088667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/6342268995344088667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/6342268995344088667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2008/09/hurricane-ike.html' title='Hurricane Ike'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-2930020824648697929</id><published>2008-09-10T01:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T01:41:46.892-04:00</updated><title type='text'>REMEMBER LESTER?</title><content type='html'>Oh man.  I can't believe this.  It has been so very dry in Ohio. &lt;br /&gt;Last night I was sitting on the bed after posting and saw Lester Jr. run through the bedroom. &lt;br /&gt;I have got to admit this was better than the spring time when I stood on the side of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bathtub&lt;/span&gt; FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;I just screamed at Blake.  His response was immediate and very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;clear&lt;/span&gt;.  "Oh no.  We ARE NOT going to do this again.  I refuse to stay up all night while you wait for the mouse trap to click.  Go to sleep."&lt;br /&gt;I promised not to stand on the tub or scream if he gathered all the traps hidden under the bed and reset them. &lt;br /&gt;This man has got to be the most patient man in the world. &lt;br /&gt;So Lester Jr. will hopefully meet his doom soon.  Every morning now I have to get up and set off about 10 traps before Jake gets up then Blake needs to reset them before bedtime. &lt;br /&gt;The only thing I dislike about my wonderful home is the woods behind me (ours) and the fields all around us. &lt;br /&gt;He promised on Wednesday he would reset all the basement traps, etc.  If this man would just let me use &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DECON&lt;/span&gt; he wouldn't be up all night. :)&lt;br /&gt;I have been watching tonight but haven't seen him yet......&lt;br /&gt;LESTER JR YOUR DAYS ARE NUMBERED!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-2930020824648697929?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2930020824648697929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=2930020824648697929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/2930020824648697929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/2930020824648697929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2008/09/remember-lester.html' title='REMEMBER LESTER?'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-5602391470318594159</id><published>2008-09-08T23:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T00:08:19.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MONDAY-  EMBASSY APPOINTMENT</title><content type='html'>Sorry guys.  I am really trying to fit this in but we are going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; many doctor's appointments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Monday morning-  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it to the Embassy and stood in the line to go through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;security&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;As I packed the diaper bag earlier, I threw in four toys without thinking. &lt;br /&gt;Jake enjoyed being passed between the two of us and really did not like the blanket around him at all as we waited outside the barred doors.  He did have a thin jacket on but he also had a wet cough and I felt he needed the blanket up close to his head.  He didn't agree and spent most of his time trying to pull it off. &lt;br /&gt;What was sad was that even if he didn't want it on, he didn't have the motor skills to grab the blanket and pull it off.  Worse yet, if he would shake his head to try and cause it to fall off his eyes would start rolling around and he would get dizzy. &lt;br /&gt;Finally I gave in.  The country's traditions were not as important as keeping this little guy happy and stable. &lt;br /&gt;Our time came from security.  Jake's blanket and diaper bag went through BUT for the first time I realized of the four toys, three were electronic and could not go in with us.  UGH.  Why didn't I check this?  To be truthful though I wasn't all that upset.  He just didn't seem to have it together enough to care about the toys anyway. &lt;br /&gt;We quickly went into the room and found seats and Henry jumped right into line for us.  Now our appointment was 7:15 and we were #5 so I thought at least this would go quickly and I could go back to the hotel and cry some more. &lt;br /&gt;Number 1 was not called until 8:30!!!! I guess there were some computer issues.  So right off the bat we had sat for one hour.&lt;br /&gt;Jake did very well for this first hour playing with my hair.  Then it got ugly and I was never so happy to see a child get the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wigglys&lt;/span&gt;.  He wanted to sit in a chair of his own and I gave him the only toy we could bring in, a plastic toy car.  He took great pride in running it off the side of the chair.  We would pick it up and hand it back with a smile. &lt;br /&gt;He needed a diaper change so we went and took care of that and refilled his bottle with the water cooler water. &lt;br /&gt;Henry had finally returned with our paperwork and asked for our money.  We gave him the cash and he and Blake went up to pay our fees.  That took about 10 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;While they were gone I looked around at the other children.  We were Number 5 of six children, two babies, Jake and three other toddlers. &lt;br /&gt;Baby 1 somehow managed to sleep through this whole thing.  Baby 2 played on her mommy's lap.  She was 9 months  old.  As I watched her play I realized most of her skills were so much better than Jake and she was a year younger. &lt;br /&gt;If you know this part of the procedure you know as many as 50- kids can be seen in one morning.  Where are the other 44?  Who is loving and caring for them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God I know you are going to perform a miracle in Jake's life.  I just don't know when and how.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also met a "Help Me Grow" case manager who was adopting her second son.  Her son was Jake's age and she thought he was delayed "a lot".  At least he was sitting upright on his own and could almost walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked how old Jake was and I said almost two.  Her mouth dropped but she did a great recovery.  She said she thought he was about 10 months old.  Nope.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time Blake came back and we sat in silence.  Jake sat on my lap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went on to ask the usual questions.  How long was our wait? Was he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;orphanage&lt;/span&gt; or foster home?  Was he given any sort of therapies while in foster care? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was polite but inside I was screaming.  "Look lady it is obvious something isn't quite right here.  If I could have stopped it, I would have.  Let me out of here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt the eyes of all the other parents in the room staring and shaking their heads in shock and pity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't pity us.  We are a family and that is all that matters.  Don't look at us.  We are going to be all right.  Don't pity us.  God has a special miracle for this little boy.  God has a special plan for this little life.  I want to cry again.  I want to leave all these stares behind me and just lay on the bed with my little guy and hold his sweet little hands.   God where are you?  I feel you but my insides are churning.  I feel dizzy from confusion.  I feel you telling me it will be all right but it feels so small and this is so big.  Please let me feel again the strength of last night.  Please help me.  Please don't leave me here by myself. Please." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was sitting there with all this going through my mind, I realized Jake was fussing.  Now that was a good sign.  S and M told me he never fussed one time.  My thought was he knew it wouldn't do him any good. &lt;br /&gt;We got up and walked to the back of the area.  As I rocked him in my arms he smiled.  A smile I longed to see.  I could see God's love and contentment in those eyes.  I could once again feel His presence.  It was so strong I thought I would buckle under the feeling.  He was there standing not beside me but in me.  Holding me just as I held Jake.  God was making me feel content just as I had Jake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God was telling me with a rush of His spirit that things will be all right and I need to quit worrying.  Easier said than done even with such a presence.  I tried.  I really, really did.  Although I felt better I was still concerned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concern is still a feeling I have even now.  Concern not fright or unbelief.  Concern for what our son was facing in his future.  Concern that as his mother, I might not be up to what would be further on down the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake brought a chair over to the corner for me to sit on but it didn't matter.  My baby boy was in my arms and to me he wasn't heavy.  He was perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued to pray and bask in this feeling of love God provided for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, Blake said, "They called our name."  It was time to find out what to do.  The major problem was I didn't know what answers we were looking for and how that would change anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidently the credit card machine had gone down so we had moved to #3 in line while the others waited on approvals.  I was so happy we brought cash. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple 1 went into the "room" and came back out in about three minutes.  So did couple 2. &lt;br /&gt;The use of the word "room" is pushing it.  This room consisted of two chairs that backed up into the door that luckily opened out, a plate glass window in front of the chairs and then one chair for the Embassy appointment and another door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked immediately for our tax returns.  He looked over them and then handed them back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time had come.  I swallowed hard and started to explain our problem.  How do we correct this to make sure other people don't have this problem.  What do we do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the man's facial expression change while I explained what had happened.  He looked so caring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told us that he couldn't help us.  It was his job to look at our taxes only and make sure we could financially care for the child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said, "Off the record, you need to get this child to a doctor immediately here in Guatemala.  Please tell the lady at your next stop what you told me.  Good luck and congratulations."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All together our time with him was about 10 minutes.  We still weren't sure exactly what to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry came up to us and said, "Ms. Facilitator doesn't want you to tell the Embassy about the offer to find him a new home. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you just talk to her? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No but I am repeating what S said she told her last night and she also said we are to go straight to the doctor after this appointment." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just stood there.  The next person called our name.  This Embassy worker was fantastic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to prevent confusion in our ongoing work with the Department of State to keep this from happening to someone else, details will be limited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pleaded our case again and this time I told them about the "disruption" in adoption comment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then explained that was "human &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;trafficking&lt;/span&gt;" and would be a federal offense.  Also she asked for our agencies name.  I also told her the last name of our facilitator was known to the DOS because her sister just got out of prison for the same thing.  (If you are familiar with Guatemala adoptions you know who this is.  If you don't go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;guatadopt&lt;/span&gt;.com and look through the news section.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She suggested if that was even a thought we needed to not say a word until Tuesday evening when we picked up our paperwork and in the meantime get him to a doctor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did we swear the information in the file was true to the best of our ability? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;UMMMMM&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ummmm&lt;/span&gt;.  Stare at her with a blank stare on both our faces.  Finally not knowing what to say I said, "Our information and paperwork is 100% true so I will swear to that."  She asked Blake if that was his answer to and he said "yes". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She confirmed Jake was Jake by looking at his passport and his beautiful sleeping face and then gave a very sincere apology for what our son had been through and wished us the best of luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were done.  Legally in the sight of the Guatemalan and US governments Jake was ours and we were his.  No one could change that.  His life was now in our hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we stepped away Henry quickly whisked us away to the doctor's office.  They were waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-5602391470318594159?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5602391470318594159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=5602391470318594159&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/5602391470318594159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/5602391470318594159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2008/09/monday-embassy-appointment.html' title='MONDAY-  EMBASSY APPOINTMENT'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008203324056860859.post-4884361013880304040</id><published>2008-09-08T15:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T15:51:29.812-04:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE TONIGHT!</title><content type='html'>This is for all of you who keep bugging me---- keep on or it will never get done!  :)&lt;br /&gt;I have been swamped but I am finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.  I just hope I am heading down the right tunnel. &lt;br /&gt;Tonight I will post more of the story of Jake. &lt;br /&gt;Also he wants to post either tonight or tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;My baby is so cool!  He has learned so much in the last seven weeks.  I am so proud.  He is just the cutest and cuddliest guy I have ever met. &lt;br /&gt;So he will share his progress. Sometime between 10 and midnight we will both try and blog. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks so being so patient.  Never in a million years would I have dreamed this would be my life.  Never in a million years would I trade even one day of it either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-4884361013880304040?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4884361013880304040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=4884361013880304040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/4884361013880304040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/4884361013880304040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2008/09/update-tonight.html' title='UPDATE TONIGHT!'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-4283924189904895093</id><published>2008-08-19T23:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:29:59.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PICTURES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;I can't wait any longer.  I have got to show you pictures of our little angel.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/SKuObV31YXI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ym0_F5HSNbY/s1600-h/IMG_0203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236435592127275378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/SKuObV31YXI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ym0_F5HSNbY/s320/IMG_0203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our very first picture of Jake.  He and daddy were "walking". Daddy put him behind the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stroller&lt;/span&gt; and he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;able&lt;/span&gt; to use it as a walker.  He loved it.  His eyes ares sparkling here.  Such a huge improvement than the night before.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/SKuObuEOz6I/AAAAAAAAAZo/7EAPKXGRZnA/s1600-h/IMG_0206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236435598621724578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/SKuObuEOz6I/AAAAAAAAAZo/7EAPKXGRZnA/s320/IMG_0206.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sleeping in peace.  He was totally comfortable falling asleep that night.  He didn't wiggle or move like the night before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/SKuOb1PRW6I/AAAAAAAAAZw/k5uEUsCWaac/s1600-h/IMG_0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236435600547077026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/SKuOb1PRW6I/AAAAAAAAAZw/k5uEUsCWaac/s320/IMG_0208.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a gorgeous face.  He sleeps so peacefully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/SKuOcMh_axI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/6BxwY3J6Yog/s1600-h/IMG_0268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236435606799608594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/SKuOcMh_axI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/6BxwY3J6Yog/s320/IMG_0268.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was a few days after he came home.  Marvin carefully put his arm around Jake to help steady him.  He has such a sweet big brother look on his face.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Anabeli&lt;/span&gt; was saying, "I really love him mommy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/SKuOcSPdiFI/AAAAAAAAAaA/-6X7JNGtj1I/s1600-h/IMG_0270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236435608332503122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/SKuOcSPdiFI/AAAAAAAAAaA/-6X7JNGtj1I/s320/IMG_0270.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Give me the camera daddy.  It is my turn to take a picture.  You can see what it is like with all those lights going off constantly in your eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-4283924189904895093?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4283924189904895093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=4283924189904895093&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/4283924189904895093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/4283924189904895093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2008/08/pictures.html' title='PICTURES'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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/_NaYUiIHC29w/SKuObV31YXI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ym0_F5HSNbY/s72-c/IMG_0203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008203324056860859.post-2294004198696813288</id><published>2008-08-19T22:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:14:11.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MONDAY MORNING</title><content type='html'>Monday morning was not a good time. When Blake and I got up at 6:00 we were so tired and our minds were so heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I took my shower it dawned on me Jake didn't get a bath the night before. I was really sad about that. In all of our concerns we forgot to give him a bath. I felt so terrible about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to be down in the lobby at 6:45 for our appointment at 7:15. We were Number 5. In the Embassy world your time is important but your number is even more important. A low number means you will be in and out fairly quickly. A high number means you will be there for a long time. I was so happy we had what I thought was a low number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting myself ready I stood in front of the mirror and took a good, hard, long look. I had huge dark circles under my red-from-crying swollen almost shut eyes. Blake didn't look any better. For the first time in my life I felt so old. Already my make up had smeared from tears running down my cheek. I found myself thinking over and over, "Lord I believe he will be able to walk this morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I silently made his bottle and put it into his diaper bag along with three toys and two diapers and all the Embassy paperwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake and I went in together and I got out his little clothes for the Embassy. I had brought a pair of red, white and blue checked shorts and a navy shirt with a big flag on it. It was size 18-24 months. The shoes I had brought him were so huge on him so I opted for the pair he was brought to us in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I looked over to the bed Blake was sitting beside him coaxing him awake. He was smiling down at him with misty eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, how in this world could you let a child suffer like this? What did he do to cause so much pain? Please, please help us get through this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Jake was waking I had a hint of hope today would be his day. I remember even thinking, "Today will be the day Jake learns all about how good the world can be." It was such a funny thought at the time but now as I look back I believe it was so true. If only we knew just how much at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel bad about no bath on his day but I did give him a quick rub down with a wash cloth and dressed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time for truth had come. As I started to stand him up on the floor, his little legs started to "dance" again. My heart started to sink and then I felt such comfort again. God had great plans and I was trying to rush him to fulfil my own needs. Even with my best intentions I was trying to hurry God and God will not be hurried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to stand up and immediately he broke out into a smile and his little legs wrapped around me. It was so clear to me God was working and I was being told to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait again. Why was God saying wait? This child was so behind why did we need to wait? What were we waiting on? What if we missed the sign we were waiting on? What if we needed to move to allow him free reign of the house? What if?? What if??? What if???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instantly God stopped me. It was as if He was standing beside me and said aloud, "Wait. I love him too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sorry God. For a second I forgot that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were down in the lobby of a gorgeous hotel by 6:35. Even to this day I have such a small memory of it. What I do remember seems to be in gray tones. I am not sure why unless it was because of the sorrow of this pick up trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we sat on the sofa and waited for our interpreter, Jake took the opportunity to be passed from one of us to the other. He smiled so much. He was drinking his morning bottle and looked so cute with his little blanket wrapped around him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His clothes were way too big on him. He looked as if he was about a size 9 months and there he was sitting in an 18-24 month old size. He looked so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is when it hit me. I believed God was helping me but I think what I needed more than anything was to cry again. I was surprised when I felt the tears on my cheeks. I should have been dehydrated from crying so much the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears were warm and they continued to roll faster than the one before. I couldn't stop. I once again wanted to run. Where? Why? What is going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake put his arm around me and Jake immediately scooted off his lap onto mine. It was as if someone had stabbed me in the heart. I looked down on this angelic face sitting on my lap with his little bobbly head.  I loved him so much already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I could think was "I love you. I love you. We love you. God loves you and has big plans for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked up to see Henry standing within 20 feet of us. He was smiling. Blake forced a smile and through my tears I tried hard to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came over he sat down and talked to us. He knew about last night's surprise. He knew we had tried to get in touch with our facilitator. He knew a lot. How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he told us S and M had called and let him know there was quite a problem.  Interestingly, although we had not heard from our facilitator, she had called S and told her to tell Henry to tell us, "If you don't want him that is okay.  Go to the Embassy.  Sign all the documents and when you get back in the US you can disrupt his adoption and I will find him a new home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please tell me I just heard him wrong?  I looked up to see him frowning as if the words were sticking in his throat.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He also said S told him to tell us that is not a good idea.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wait a minute here.  You want us to go to the Embassy and take an oath to be his parents and LIE about it?  (If we don't want him.)  You are so crazy.  I immediately became so mad I couldn't see straight.  As I stood up I got so dizzy I thought I would pass out and handed Jake to Blake without saying a word.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't remember getting to Henry's car but I do remember getting in and being handed Jake.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was furious.  No child is like a puppy.  You don't take them home and the decide you don't want them.  You cannot say that.  You cannot do that.  You cannot be that cold and uncaring Ms. facilitator.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My mamma bear instincts really kicked in.  At that moment I believe I could have moved an ocean to get my child what he needed.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blake and Henry made small talk. I don't remember.  I do remember he was very sweet and kind. He told us all about life in Guatemala.  I don't know what he said.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My whole world at that moment consisted of the cute little boy on my lap.  He was my son.  No way could I "give him up".  The only thing I remember about that ride was Blake's arm protectively around my shoulder and his other hand on Jake's leg.  I could tell he too was blown away.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-2294004198696813288?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2294004198696813288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=2294004198696813288&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/2294004198696813288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/2294004198696813288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2008/08/monday-morning.html' title='MONDAY MORNING'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-2306899881758197402</id><published>2008-08-12T18:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T01:38:00.788-04:00</updated><title type='text'>COOL--- AN AWARD FOR ME???</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233766458826354898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/SKIS3Vey8NI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KcLgIpdPIsM/s320/award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;DUDES- This is so cool. I won an award. Thanks Mary Ann and Candy.  Almost as good as winning "Mother of the Year" award which I tend to blow by January 2 of every year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A. Attached or single? Attached to my husband, kids and a dumb dog named Cheyanne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B. Best Friend? Of course my husband but my best girlfriend is Gail M.  I think she is the only person that really understands and knows me and still loves me just the same.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C. Cake or Pie? CAKE, especially if it is from the local bakery here.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D. Day of Choice? Not sure right now.  They all seem to run together. :) Sunday is nice because you go to church and I get to take a nap. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E. Essential Item? My computer and my cell phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F. Favorite color? RED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;G. Gummy Bears or Worms? NEITHER YUCK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H. Home town? Marion, OH.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I. Indulgence? a pedicure and facial and something new, a seaweed wrap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J. January or July?J anuary if it is a pretty white snow and I don't need to leave the house! July if it is hot and I don't have to leave the house.  (See a pattern forming? Life is different with a 4 year old, 3 and 2.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K. Kids? 6  4 boys, 2 girls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L. Life isn't complete without? My kids, husband and church (oh and a good coke)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M. Marriage date? December 8, 1990&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N. Number of Brothers and Sisters? 2 sisters one six years younger and one 15.5 years younger.&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O. Oranges or Apples? Apples.  but orange juice over appla juice &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.Phobias? MICE.  I can't stand MICE.  I know they are much littler than me but it doesn't stop me from screaming and standing on things.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q. Quotes? Jeremiah 29:11 For I know the plans I have for you declares the Lord.  Plans to prosper you and not to harm you.  Plans for hope and a good future.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R. Reason to smile? Life, the good and the bad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;S. Season of Choice? Fall  Our woods is so gorgeous in fall and the air is so crisp.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T. Tag 7 people ( see below)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;U. Unknown fact about me? I would like to learn to fly a plane but Blake says NO.  He thinks I am too absent minded and tend to forget about finishing things.  Hmmmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V. Vegetable? Not just one but several this time of the year.  Fresh corn on the cob, tomatoes, cucumbers, green beans and red potatoes fresh from the garden.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;W. Worst Habit? Checking the computer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X. X-ray or Ultrasound? x-ray.  My lungs have been x-rayed so much I think I glow in the dark. Who needs a costume for Halloween when you can glow like a skeleton???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y. Your Fav. food? A good summer vegetarian meal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Z. Zodiac sign? Libra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My choice of seven to tag: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holly, Amy B., Angel, Erin and Kim  I am too tired to come up with anyone else! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-2306899881758197402?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2306899881758197402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=2306899881758197402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/2306899881758197402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/2306899881758197402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2008/08/cool-award-for-me.html' title='COOL--- AN AWARD FOR ME???'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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/_NaYUiIHC29w/SKIS3Vey8NI/AAAAAAAAAZY/KcLgIpdPIsM/s72-c/award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008203324056860859.post-6737051473684298525</id><published>2008-08-12T00:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T00:07:31.337-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DOWN BOY! STAY!</title><content type='html'>Jake was down for his afternoon nap today.  It was really quiet so I peeked around the corner to see if he was asleep.  NO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;He was scaling the corner of the PACK AND PLAY!  Oh and the P&amp;amp;P is not even mine so I hope he doesn't break it. &lt;br /&gt;Now this kid can't walk or really stand up for long and he not only climbed up but was trying to climb down the other side.  He was holding on and dangling. &lt;br /&gt;It didn't take long for him to get his balance and scale down the other side. &lt;br /&gt;When I walked in he had the biggest smile.  I am not sure he heard the "Jake no no no.  This is not good."&lt;br /&gt;But I sure heard about it when I put him back in the crib and told him to "stay".  He screamed "no mamma, no." but did not try to climb out again. &lt;br /&gt;This child is going to be a major climber when  he is more stable! &lt;br /&gt;(To be honest, I am thrilled at this point)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-6737051473684298525?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6737051473684298525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=6737051473684298525&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/6737051473684298525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/6737051473684298525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2008/08/down-boy-stay.html' title='DOWN BOY! STAY!'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-7135432020384981825</id><published>2008-08-10T21:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T22:07:46.721-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FROM JAKE</title><content type='html'>My mommy has been so busy she asked me to blog for her. &lt;br /&gt;She plays with me all day and then she goes to work for daddy to buy me more toys.  That woman likes to shop for toys.&lt;br /&gt;She will be back soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still not sure what to think about this family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy has me doing all kinds of things and she is always clapping and saying, "Good Job Jake."  It makes me smile.  I can also say it now when she is too busy to say it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daddy walks with me every night for lots of time.  He walks me all around the house and holds my hands to keep me from falling.  I want to be a good walker like daddy soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest sister Annie is a push over.  She holds me and kisses me all the time.  Mommy says I will never learn to walk because Annie holds me all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest brother Jesse feeds me things mommy says no to like Doritos and potato chips.  He smiles when he holds me.  He is big and strong and I feel safe when I am with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam gives me pop when mommy isn't looking and he carries me a lot too.  He also takes me to the TV room and crawls with me.  I can almost beat him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anabeli is a good big sister and spends time looking at books with me.  She pats my back and takes her nap with me when she is tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Marvin is the coolest.  When I am 4 I want to be just like him.  He makes me laugh and likes to play "boo" with me.  I cover my face but he always finds me and knows I am there!  He is so neat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy wanted to me tell you what I have learned since I came home.  There has been so much.  Life sure is different here than in my other home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- I can crawl really fast.  I couldn't crawl but one or two steps before but now I know how to crawl and I can outrun mommy sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;2- When mommy says "no" it means hurry up and finish and then crawl away as fast as you can.  If she catches you she makes you stop whatever it was you were doing. &lt;br /&gt;3- Food isn't going to go away here.  At first I ate so much because I was afraid food wouldn't be there but now I know daddy will always make sure there is food.  I don't have to eat quite as much because I know in a few hours there will be more. &lt;br /&gt;4- If I cry someone will come right then and see what I need.  That is neat and it works all day and all night but mommy and daddy don't seem to be in the best mood at night. &lt;br /&gt;5- I can sit up now and not worry about falling right over.  My head doesn't bobble any more.&lt;br /&gt;6- I can pick up a whole handful of Cheerios now instead of one at a time.  That is neat cause they fill my mouth easier. &lt;br /&gt;7-I can say a few words but the ones that work the best and "mommy and daddy."  They smile and hug me. &lt;br /&gt;8- Hugs and kisses will always be here for me. &lt;br /&gt;9-You are supposed to be quiet in church. oops... Sunday School class with mommy and daddy is cool because all these old people want to hold me and hug me.  They touch my head and say "he is the sweetest thing, or He is so cute."&lt;br /&gt;10- I can take about 7 steps by myself now.  It is fun.  I am also learning to hold onto furniture to get around the room. &lt;br /&gt;11-  My "lazy" eye is getting better because there is so much to see here.  I always have something busy to look at. &lt;br /&gt;12-Mommy has been teaching me to crawl up and down stairs.  This is neat because when mommy isn't looking I practice by myself and can get into things. &lt;br /&gt;13- I can hold my bottle and my cup with one hand now. &lt;br /&gt;14-I am left handed and never miss my mouth now.  I know exactly where it is. &lt;br /&gt;15- I know now I can sit in my crib by myself in the room I share with mommy and daddy.   They did not leave me for good and someone will be back soon.  I am glad they let me share my room with them. &lt;br /&gt;16-  Mommy and daddy are always there, even in the dark.  If I cry hard enough mommy will take me out of my crib and put me in bed with them.  (I do this a lot because I like to sleep with my head up against daddy and my feet on mommy's arm.)&lt;br /&gt;17-  "I love you" means I will keep up safe, warm and cozy. &lt;br /&gt;18-  My whole life has changed.  Mommy says this is what it means to live.  I like it a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully mommy will get off tomorrow night to post pictures of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-7135432020384981825?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/7135432020384981825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=7135432020384981825&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/7135432020384981825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/7135432020384981825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2008/08/from-jake.html' title='FROM JAKE'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-1036387345093358358</id><published>2008-08-01T01:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T01:24:03.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ABBY NEEDS OUR PRAYER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please hop on over to the Riggs blog.  Little Abby has been diagnosed with Leukemia.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her mommy and daddy are staying very positive but I am sure would like to read comments of support from those praying and thinking of their goregous Guatling, Abby.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;http://www.riggsfamilyblog.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-1036387345093358358?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1036387345093358358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=1036387345093358358&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/1036387345093358358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/1036387345093358358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2008/08/abby-needs-our-prayer.html' title='ABBY NEEDS OUR PRAYER'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-2322631904035618849</id><published>2008-07-31T22:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T23:40:10.255-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SUNDAY NIGHT CONTINUED</title><content type='html'>Oh.,.. I forgot something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;important&lt;/span&gt; to this story. &lt;br /&gt;We had asked S and M to make us an appointment with the neurologist who had been seeing Jake.  We had asked for that in November 2007 and asked he continue to see Jake until pick up.  We found out then he had only seen him once.  We had asked and were going to pay for these visits and the facilitator did not follow through.  He had one visit in November that we were told was normal! The report S and M gave us was the original report and it did not say anything about being normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also I do not have pictures for Sunday at all.  We do have a video but in the confusion and shock of the evening it did not dawn on us until Monday that we had not taken a picture of him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walked into our hotel room and shut the door.  It is easy to be happy when you are out in public but when you walk into the comfort of your room, it is hard to smile when you are so concerned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had decided not to give him any indication that anything was wrong.  As I got his things for bed, Blake sat on the step up to on bed and played with him.  They walked together and played peek a boo.  It was so bittersweet for me to watch them play.  I loved this little boy with all my heart already and it was breaking that he could be handicapped for the rest of his life and unable to care for himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We called home and talked to the kids.  It wasn't a long call.  I just didn't have the strength to answer lots of questions.  We did share with them how gorgeous their brother was and what a sweetheart he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dressed him and gave him his bottle and laid him on our bed with us.  He slurped up the bottle and was giggling at us as we took turns cuddling him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake got up and took him near his crib.  He immediately started to cry and it was horrible.  The little guy acted as if he was scared of the crib. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake immediately brought him back to our bed and we slowly got dressed for the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is not a night in memory that was as long as that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cuddled him until he was sound asleep.  Then we chose to let him sleep with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cuddled up next to his dad and every time Blake moved, Jake moved closer to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire night we talked.  So many question and so few answers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-  What is really wrong with Jake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God I believe in your healing and your strength for Jake's life.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-  If he is going to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair, we will need to find another house--Soon.  Our real estate market is dead and our house is gorgeous and very unique.  There is no way to get into any part of the "family house" without going up stairs.  All  the kids' bedrooms are up yet another flight of stairs.  We couldn't see a way to sell our home in this market. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was God telling us?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-  What will be the extent of his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CP&lt;/span&gt;?  Will he ever get to experience life without a wheelchair or even be able to care for his daily needs? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God are you listening to our questions?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-  Before we left I received a call from our pastor asking me to teach Children's Church for our church.  It is job that requires lots of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;preparation&lt;/span&gt;.  It was a job I love so much.  How can I do all this and take care of our family and get Jake to therapy, etc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God what is your plan?  Is this a test to see if I will put my children first?  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- At some point we need to tell the kids about this before we get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God here we are asking again for a miracle.  I know you are listening but I am so scared.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-  Who do we call when we get home to start this whole process? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God I am really scared for him.  Can you help me calm down?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While all of this is going on, Jake is moving around all over the bed.  I do mean all over.  He was kicking and moving his legs in his sleep like he was "Dancing".  He was rolling all over the bed.  His body had to be touching Blake's at all times.  I had to be holding his hand.  If not he would wake up enough to find it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked and prayed all night long.  I did finally fall asleep for about an hour.  I prayed even in my sleep.  At some point in the night I asked God for a complete miracle by morning.  I wanted to see our son walking in the morning.  I truly, 100% believe that God could do this but was this his plan? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake mumbled in his sleep.  Every time I heard his gorgeous voice I would cry.  My cries would lead to sobs and I would leave the room because I didn't want to add extra stress to Blake.  He said later he didn't notice or guess that I was crying.  I am so happy for this.  My crying was for our son not for us.  It was because of the sadness that was there from the lies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We knew what had to be done in the morning.  We had to talk to someone at the Embassy and ask for help.  Interestingly though we had no idea what kind of help we needed from them. I just knew I didn't want other parents to experience what we had.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted so much to call my sisters or my mother but I just couldn't because I didn't want to add my sorrow to their daily stress at home without answers.  I wanted to run away with him in my arms but where would I go?  How would that help the situation? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God please hear my cries and understand I am not blaming you for this mistake in information. I still believe with all my heart he was meant to be our son.  A little time to prepare for this would have been nice but I know you love him more than we could ever.  Please, please, heal him by sunrise.  Please let me know what to do.  I am not even sure why I am asking this question.  Please help me I am way too tired and upset to pray.  I am emotionally exhausted.  I am physically exhausted.  I need You to lift me up and help me to hold it together for him and for us.  Please help however You think is best.  Can you give me a clue what is going to happen?  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have prayed these same words over and over as I was waiting to see the sun coming up.  It started to lighten a bit outside the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My miracle God.  Please don't forget.  Please don't forget.  I believe 100% you can do this.  P.S. God, please remove any unbelief in my heart.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God did perform my miracle but it was not in any way I would have expected!!! Once again his perfect plan is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; than any plan I could hope for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Monday's pictures and a recap of that wonderful day.  The day Jake started to live life and realize there was a big exciting world out there for him.  For this first time in his little life I believe he became alive.  He had been of this world but I don't think he knew anything about it until Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-2322631904035618849?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2322631904035618849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=2322631904035618849&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/2322631904035618849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/2322631904035618849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2008/07/sunday-night-continued.html' title='SUNDAY NIGHT CONTINUED'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-5441115096964181450</id><published>2008-07-30T22:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T23:14:20.762-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SUNDAY JUNE 13-  WE MEET OUR GUY</title><content type='html'>We left Columbus at 6:05 AM on our way to Guatemala. &lt;br /&gt;I can't begin to tell you how excited we were to be on our way. &lt;br /&gt;We had big plans for the day.  Jake was supposed to come to us between 2-4 pm.  Blake was excited about meeting him and then the possibility of getting Pollo Comprero for supper.  Embassy appointment was Monday at 7:15 AM so we were hoping Jake would allow us a good night's sleep. &lt;br /&gt;Our flights were next to perfect.  As we came into Guatemala, it felt almost like home.  The airport has been redone since we were there in 2006.  The smells were the same and seeing all the little children outside was making my arms ache for my little guy. &lt;br /&gt;We made it to the Grand Tikal in good time and had almost 2 hours before Jake would be there. &lt;br /&gt;I took a warm shower to calm my nerves and then a small nap. &lt;br /&gt;At 3:45 you could cut the tension in the room with a knife.  At 4:30 I decided to walk the halls.  At 5:30 I began to wonder what was wrong and went back to the room to cry.  Blake started to look for the agency packet for us to call someone.  At 6:00 I was walking the halls again and then I saw him. &lt;br /&gt;He was in a stroller.  Two ladies and a little boy pushed the stroller.  Even without my glasses and from several floors up there was no doubt that was Jake. &lt;br /&gt;I ran into the room and told Blake.  He got out the video camera and took the call.  They were coming up to the room!&lt;br /&gt;They came in and Jake was sitting in the stroller.  We ushered them into our room and shortly thereafter I got down on my knees to talk face to face with MY son. &lt;br /&gt;Of course I didn't want to scare or overwhelm him so I had decided to take it slow.  I said "Hola Darvin" (his given name) and he smiled the biggest smile.  He started to kick and get out of the stroller but the belt held him in. &lt;br /&gt;S.undid his stroller while I scooted back to give him room to walk to me. &lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's when my world fell apart.&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;S and M looked at me in a strange way and said, "He doesn't walk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?????  He is 22 months old.  I was told he was "just a little developmentally behind like all Guatemalan kids."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I stabilized his body, his legs started to move in a strange way, almost as if he was running in place.  He locked eyes with me and was smiling at me.  He tried to reach for me but did not have the motor skills to touch my face.  His upper body was extremely wobbly and I was honestly afraid he would not be able to hold his head up.  I wanted to cry for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to smile, pay attention to him but I was also pleading with Blake with my eyes to tell me what was going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S and M then went on with the bad news.  They asked if we knew about his condition.  No.  We don't know what you are talking about.  We were told he was "developmentally delayed" due to health conditions at birth by S and M. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this point on everything we thought we knew about Jake turned out to be false.  S and M had a doctor's report stating he was delayed due to asphyxia at birth or from the "bad blood" that required a blood transfusion at 21 days.  Cerebral palsy was a possibility. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we sat in the hotel room and tried to listen to what history they knew, Blake and I were devastated.  We did not have any idea that ANYTHING that was wrong with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally S and M left after going over his schedule.  They seemed to so sad as they left.  I later found out they doubted if Jake would go home with us.  But I also found out these two wonderful ladies went to the church and asked the Priest to pray for the three of us and lit candles for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn't know us.  They really didn't have to care but they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake was such a sweetheart.  He laughed, never one time cried, went right to his dad and was in general a happy baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake immediately did a neurologic exam on him which was normal although he was quick to remind me he was not a children's neurologist and it had been a long time since he examined a child, about 26 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were stunned.  We were shocked but yet we were in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't remember a lot from then on for a few hours.  I do know we realized he was probably hungry and went down to the restaurant in the hotel to eat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake wasn't sure if he could swallow very well so we started with very little bites.  It didn't take long for him to want bigger bites.  It was clear he did not know how to use a spoon or fork.  I broke some small pieces of bread and he tried very hard to pick them up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His grasp was great but it was very hard for him to find the piece of bread due to horrible motor skills.  My heart was breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't know how to use a sippy cup or straw.  I used the straw to trap tea and he sucked it out.  That didn't last long and before the meals arrived he had learned to drink from a straw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in such a state of shock and so was Blake.  We didn't talk much.  We watched him and tried to eat.  I maybe took three bites.  Jake on the other hand didn't seem to know anything was up and ate a huge supper.   Would he ever walk?  What were we facing as far as "life issues"? Would he ever be able to live a normal life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was getting restless while we were waiting for our bill and he and I went out to the hall.  Once again as I placed him down and grabbed his little hands, I was scared when he went into his "dancing walk".  That is what we later called it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was clear to me we had a huge problem and at that point I didn't know what to do or where to turn.  We were in a foreign country, didn't speak the language and had a little boy to care for we didn't know a thing about.  I felt so all alone.  I knew we were in need of real help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I picked him up he grabbed my neck and held on tight.  He placed his little head on my shoulder and I all but melted.  It was quite clear what to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time to pray.  We were the only ones in the hall and we walked off away from all the excitement of the restaurant.  He still had such a grip on my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I do remember was his grip felt so good.  It felt natural.  It felt like love.  It was pure and trusting.  He was making my his mommy forever.  He was bonding heart to heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to whisper a prayer in his ear.  As I started to pray two things happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He listed to my prayer.  I know he didn't understand my English but I know in my heart he understood what I was doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the word's rolled off through my head and quietly off my tongue I prayed a prayer I will never forget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prayed for a miracle.  I prayed for a miracle of my son.  I prayed God would perform His perfect miracle in our lives, all of our lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thanked Him for our good flights.  I thanked him for our son.  I thanked Him for His stripes for our healing and in specific, Jake's healing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I prayed I felt such a warmth fill me.  I felt God working in both of us.  I wanted so much to shout it from the rooftop but at that point I wasn't sure what there was to shout about.  What did God have planned?  I didn't know what He was going to do but I knew for sure He was going to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stood there and prayed,  I rocked my guy in my arms.  A peace poured over me.  It was that peace that would hold the three of us together over the next 72 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blake came out and together we walked to the elevator and back to the room in silence.  I wanted to tell him what I was feeling but sadly enough I didn't.  I was afraid he would think I was nuts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(To be continued tomorrow)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-5441115096964181450?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/5441115096964181450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=5441115096964181450&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/5441115096964181450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/5441115096964181450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2008/07/sunday-june-13-we-meet-our-guy.html' title='SUNDAY JUNE 13-  WE MEET OUR GUY'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-724774710550513494</id><published>2008-07-29T15:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T15:32:44.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MIRACLE OF JACOB</title><content type='html'>I am so sorry I have been MIA lately on this blog but things since we came home have not always been good.  We are super busy.&lt;br /&gt;I have debated if we should tell our story of Jacob since we received him 16 days ago.  We have come to the conclusion our story serves as two things-  1-   As a reminder to potential parents to be careful with your expectations and even your updates when you go to Guatemala for pick up and 2-  to glorify God in the miracle of our son Jacob. &lt;br /&gt;His story has changed my heart and changed my life. &lt;br /&gt;Never again will I allow myself to become fearful and worry when I have turned something over to God.  When I turn something over, I have learned to leave it in His hands.  I promise to never forget God's working and his love in this adoption.  I never want to take His miracles by casual thanks again.  He is a great God who took a poor little boy and through him worked a miracle beyond my wildest dreams. &lt;br /&gt;We came home with a sense of hope and trust in God that was not there before.  We learned as a couple to pour our hearts out before God and to trust Him to work his perfect will even in a terrible situation with no light in sight. &lt;br /&gt;Jake is God's gift to us. &lt;br /&gt;Even with all the hurt, pain, suffering and confusion I would not give up the lesson I learned or my son for anything thing in this world. &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will start with our first meeting Sunday night.  If you are adopting and an anxious parent, please think twice before reading about our pick up trip and the new life of our son. &lt;br /&gt;Oh and stay tuned for the pictures of my little sweetie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-724774710550513494?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/724774710550513494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=724774710550513494&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/724774710550513494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/724774710550513494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2008/07/miracle-of-jacob.html' title='THE MIRACLE OF JACOB'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-3233215941436189685</id><published>2008-07-10T20:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T20:09:40.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TO ALL MY WEB FRIENDS</title><content type='html'>I wanted to update you on our journey. We will be leaving for Guatemala on Sunday and be there in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;I am swamped and really tired trying to take care of everyone, do office work and get ready to go. Annie and Jesse have been a big help but there are things that only mommy can do.&lt;br /&gt;Because of this I have not been on too many blogs lately and I sure haven't answered any emails.&lt;br /&gt;BUT.... I promise when we get back I will be more vigilant about doing these things.&lt;br /&gt;I am still hoping to post pictures before we leave and of course while I am there if possible.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your understanding.&lt;br /&gt;You are great blogger buddies and friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, a BIG THANK YOU FOR ALL THE SUPPORT AS WE HAVE SAILED THROUGH THIS CRAZY RIDE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-3233215941436189685?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3233215941436189685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=3233215941436189685&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/3233215941436189685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/3233215941436189685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-all-my-web-friends.html' title='TO ALL MY WEB FRIENDS'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-1950687853728774099</id><published>2008-07-10T01:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T01:12:53.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LIL B</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/SHWaAIm8VgI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/13Drbkw7mNc/s1600-h/Byron+Arturo+July.pdf+-+Adobe+Reader.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221248670107457026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/SHWaAIm8VgI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/13Drbkw7mNc/s320/Byron+Arturo+July.pdf+-+Adobe+Reader.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "I wanna be an American. I wanna mommy and daddy.  I wanna quit itching!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just received new pictures of Lil B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has the chicken pox. I guess they are going through the orphanage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine having 30 kids with the chicken pox? How horrible for the children and the workers.   I can't imagine trying to soothe all those miserable, itchy little bodies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is growing and is as beautiful as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please continue to be in prayer for all the Guatling cuties.&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/5008203324056860859-1950687853728774099?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1950687853728774099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=1950687853728774099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/1950687853728774099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/1950687853728774099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2008/07/lil-b.html' title='LIL B'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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/_NaYUiIHC29w/SHWaAIm8VgI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/13Drbkw7mNc/s72-c/Byron+Arturo+July.pdf+-+Adobe+Reader.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008203324056860859.post-9026571402900709405</id><published>2008-07-09T19:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T19:55:47.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M LEAVING ON A JET PLANE!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Finally WE HAVE PINK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soooo very happy.  It came in tonight about 5:00 PM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our appointment is MONDAY!!! By SUNDAY at this time we will be in the Grand Tikal holding our sweet baby boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep in real I have got to tell you I have just been too overwhelmed to update.  I have been working a few days a week (three days a week) and then running to practice, running to here and there, etc has left me in a tailspin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our driveway is half done and then it rained buckets last night so they weren't able  to work on it today.  It sure does look pretty and Anabeli is just dying to get her little bike out on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can get July 4th pictures posted tomorrow night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anabeli got her glasses on July 3rd.  I did all that worrying about how I was going to keep them on  her.  That was a huge waste of worry time.  She loves them and I don't have to fight her about them.  She gets up, puts them on and doesn't even touch them.  I take them off at lunch time and clean them and then clean them at bedtime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is gorgeous in them.  I will post a picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-9026571402900709405?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/9026571402900709405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=9026571402900709405&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/9026571402900709405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/9026571402900709405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='I&apos;M LEAVING ON A JET PLANE!!!!!'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-2515077376911560471</id><published>2008-07-02T18:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T18:59:16.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MY HEART BELONGS TO BELL BELL</title><content type='html'>I worked today and when I came home I sat down in the over stuffed office chair for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;Anabeli  came in and said, "Mommy did God make Bell Bell?"&lt;br /&gt;"Of course he did and he loves you very much."&lt;br /&gt;"Did God say you were my mommy?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes God sent Bell Bell to be our little angel."&lt;br /&gt;"Did God  say daddy was my daddy?"&lt;br /&gt;"Of course he did."&lt;br /&gt;"God sent me a nice mommy and daddy.  Love you." and she was off again running around in her neon green princess shoes. &lt;br /&gt;I am sitting here thanking God for giving us Bell Bell.  We belong together.  We truly are a family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-2515077376911560471?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2515077376911560471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=2515077376911560471&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/2515077376911560471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/2515077376911560471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-heart-belongs-to-bell-bell.html' title='MY HEART BELONGS TO BELL BELL'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-3816325155041808231</id><published>2008-07-01T21:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T22:00:34.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>KEEPIN IT REAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;OK So Angel, &lt;a href="http://thevoiceofadventure.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://thevoiceofadventure.blogspot.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has asked us to give a "real" post of our lives. Girl you don't have any idea what you are asking for right now.&lt;br /&gt;1- I haven't had any time at all to work on this blog. Since I came home from vacation, if it could go wrong, I think it has. So here goes a list.&lt;br /&gt;First of all- things that have broken just THIS week.&lt;br /&gt;Blake's camera with all the vacation pictures. We mailed it out over the weekend to get it fixed and I forgot to take the chip out. So all the vacation pictures are in the shop. I can't post them.&lt;br /&gt;2- A week ago I took Anabeli to the eye doctor. For those of you who don't know Anabeli's story, she was cross eyed when we accepted her referral. She had surgery at 1 for her crossed eyes and it was beautiful. If you didn't know her story you wouldn't know she had problems. Our yearly check shows she needs glasses. I am really bummed. How in the world am I going to keep glasses on my little firecracker???&lt;br /&gt;3- Right before vacation I lost my ATM card and driver's license. Huge relief that it hasn't been used but I need my license and I haven't had the time to get a replacement.&lt;br /&gt;Huge problem yesterday when I needed to get a Jake paper notarized. It was so hard to find someone who could notarized and knew me. UGH.&lt;br /&gt;4- My computer died and I just got it back. BUT I didn't get everything off the hard drive so I will need to get the other reinstalled to get my year's pictures off.&lt;br /&gt;5- I have worked at the office Monday and Tuesday and need to go back tomorrow. It has been really tiring because I have had to do things I haven't done in 8 years!!! I am not dumb but rather clueless to the world around me sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This doesn't even begin to explain all the stupid little things that have come up.&lt;br /&gt;6- My house is clean by messy.&lt;br /&gt;7- I am petrified of how I am going to handle three little kids so close in age in a matter of three weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;8- It has rained almost nonstop since we got home. I am sick of rain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;9- I spent an ENTIRE day looking for a piece of paper I have yet to find. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;And many many more things I can't even remember since I got home. It nevers stops!&lt;br /&gt;I am trusting God but I am scared.&lt;br /&gt;By the way Sunday was a great day. The pastor's sermon was on the parable of the vineyard. it hit hard. OUCH.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Sunday School and talked about patience. Like that isn't another sore subject. Double OUCH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;We will probably be leaving for Guatemala in abut 2 weeks. YEAH but oh NO.  Laundry is piling up again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Angel "real" truth is this. We all have to remember not to always paint just the good things and make ourselves out to be better than we are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-3816325155041808231?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/3816325155041808231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=3816325155041808231&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/3816325155041808231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/3816325155041808231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2008/07/keepin-it-real.html' title='KEEPIN IT REAL'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-1405984560897003883</id><published>2008-06-26T01:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T01:11:57.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BAD NEWS</title><content type='html'>I won't be able to post vacation pictures for a few days.  My laptop of 8 months lost its hard drive today.  I am lost without it. &lt;br /&gt;At present I am using the clunker computer, "family computer" and it is on its last leg, literally.  It makes this really nasty noise now and is very slow. &lt;br /&gt;The odd thing is I told Blake earlier this morning I didn't think Clunker would be around much longer.  But it outlasted the high tech laptop.  Never underestimate the power of an older model (in anything such as computers, cars, wives, husbands or whiny children). &lt;br /&gt;Clunker can't print or post pictures because it doesn't believe in working that hard. &lt;br /&gt;I should be up and running again no later than Tuesday they said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, I received an email tonight that Jake is ready for his Embassy doctor's appointment.  Man this is going so fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited I can't sleep.  So yes the time stamp on this post is correct.  I am still wide awake and ready to take on the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-1405984560897003883?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1405984560897003883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=1405984560897003883&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/1405984560897003883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/1405984560897003883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2008/06/bad-news.html' title='BAD NEWS'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-2679545924351274803</id><published>2008-06-25T11:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T12:00:15.928-04:00</updated><title type='text'>EXCITMENT IS BUILDING</title><content type='html'>I didn't go to sleep last night until after 3 AM.  I am getting so excited.&lt;br /&gt;DNA was to be done this morning and we were told we should have a pink slip in about two weeks. &lt;br /&gt;When I couldn't sleep last night I was laying in bed thinking about my little guy.  What does he look like now? How does he act?  How is he going to react to us? What is his little personality like?  What is he going to think when he comes home to 5 siblings and the noise level that occurs with all of us home?&lt;br /&gt;How am I ever going to make it to the grocery store again once the older kids go back to school?  Am I really going to be able to keep up with three little guys?  Am I too old for this? (Answer is yes but who cares?)&lt;br /&gt;Today we are going to pack his suitcase. Marvin and Anabeli are excited to help.  They have each picked out a toy for us to take to him.  I still need to make a picture book together with every one's picture in it and need pictures of cousins, grandparents and aunts and uncles. &lt;br /&gt;I am still swimming in dirty laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But honestly at this point I DONT CARE!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;God has given this wonderful little boy and it is almost time to pick him up!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Blake got out the calendar last night to figure roughly when we will go.  He is excited too.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Other news---- Most of the pictures of vacation were taken on Blake's camera.  I don't know how to download pictures yet so he will need to help me tonight.  So stay tuned...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-2679545924351274803?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2679545924351274803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=2679545924351274803&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/2679545924351274803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/2679545924351274803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2008/06/excitment-is-building.html' title='EXCITMENT IS BUILDING'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-2440595763590948762</id><published>2008-06-25T02:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T02:55:37.812-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd DNA</title><content type='html'>Received word tonight that the second DNA will be done on Wednesday.  I am getting excited.  &lt;br /&gt;We should be traveling in about three weeks. &lt;br /&gt;I can't believe we have made it this far!&lt;br /&gt;Please keep us in your prayers that things will continue to speed along. As a lot of you know, things tend to get lost at the good Ol' Embassy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-2440595763590948762?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/2440595763590948762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=2440595763590948762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/2440595763590948762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/2440595763590948762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2008/06/2nd-dna.html' title='2nd DNA'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-8962660017821234765</id><published>2008-06-23T23:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T23:46:46.155-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME</title><content type='html'>We are all so happy to be home!  I can't even begin to tell you how wonderful it feels to know in a few minutes I will be getting in my own bed and going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT  even better news: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WE HAVE A BIRTH CERTIFICATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have been doing the happy dance since Wednesday.    Passport was done on Friday!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I have come home to do lots and lots of laundry, get someone to watch the kids and then in a very short time we are leaving for GUATEMALA.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Even with all that needs to be done I am so happy.  There is an end in sight.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More tomorrow.  I am going to enjoy my night in my own bed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vacation is great but like Dorothy said, "There's no place like home."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-8962660017821234765?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/8962660017821234765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=8962660017821234765&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/8962660017821234765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/8962660017821234765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2008/06/theres-no-place-like-home.html' title='THERE&apos;S NO PLACE LIKE HOME'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-1893737326564052223</id><published>2008-06-10T22:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:24:48.175-04:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATE 2- ANNIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/SE81vLiaH5I/AAAAAAAAAZI/1tm8HMWrhXc/s1600-h/DSC00719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210442378558185362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/SE81vLiaH5I/AAAAAAAAAZI/1tm8HMWrhXc/s320/DSC00719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Annie has been busy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is out of school and enjoying summer. Also she is working part time for daddy in the evenings helping out with office paperwork. It is sure giving me a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since school has been out she has spent the night with her best friends and they have been here a lot too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These sweet, skinny girls can sure put away the food!!! They will tell me they are not hungry and not to worry but as soon as I go to bed I can here them raiding the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the boys will eat microwave frozen pizzas and chips but the girls are a different study. My freezer is no void of all ice cream and I have gone through five pounds of flour in two weeks! Around midnight I hear the mixer working and if I am awake long enough I will smell the sweet smell of cookies. When I get up in the morning the plate will be empty. Salad and fruit go faster than I can buy it too. I just don't understand how they stay so thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is nice to hear the giggling of the girls at night but the running up and down the stairs can keep us awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann cannot drive until the September due to a fender bender in January.  She slid on ice and hit a telephone pole.  In Ohio it doesn't matter what the reason is if you have a wreck in the first year you lose your license.  She can drive with us in the car but not being able to take out her little Mustang is putting a huge cramp in her style.  Getting into the Mustang is a big cramp for Blake's back and my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately Kierstan also had a wreck so it is up to Courtney to do the driving.  She doesn't seem to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is our fate most of the summer to hear giggles and smell cookies.  :) They are a happy bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210442364643013858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/SE81uXsxdOI/AAAAAAAAAZA/ktk_4rxcQu8/s320/DSC00714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Courtney, Annie and Kierstan getting ready for a dance.  They are gorgeous girls. &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/5008203324056860859-1893737326564052223?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/1893737326564052223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=1893737326564052223&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/1893737326564052223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/1893737326564052223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2008/06/update-2-annie.html' title='UPDATE 2- ANNIE'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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/_NaYUiIHC29w/SE81vLiaH5I/AAAAAAAAAZI/1tm8HMWrhXc/s72-c/DSC00719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008203324056860859.post-705974953498204821</id><published>2008-06-09T22:20:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T22:39:25.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SUNDAY SWIN DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is so hot here. Friday, Saturday, Sunday and today all had temperatures of 92 or above. In Ohio this is very unusal for this time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friday I packed up all the young ones and we were off to the pool. I forgot my camera so no pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunday we went swimming after the sun was not quite so hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210073353004953938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/SE3mHEOWsVI/AAAAAAAAAYY/2FoL3AEYHzY/s320/kids+group.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Four out five kids hanging in the water. I am sure we will spend a lot of time here this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210073984313010514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/SE3mr0B7KVI/AAAAAAAAAYg/meQARWidYZE/s320/marvin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hey Mom these floatie things are kind of fun. I can swim. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210074426213704482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/SE3nFiPQoyI/AAAAAAAAAYo/1SgFtAQijoM/s320/bell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is Anabeli's version of "swimming under water".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210075165879551410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/SE3nwltVxbI/AAAAAAAAAYw/yZALubQUZ8s/s320/sam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sam jumping off the diving board. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210075857324034274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/SE3oY1ijSOI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Da9CWD9IW6g/s320/jesse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jesse spent a great deal of time helping Marvin and Anabeli learn how to swim alone with floaties.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-705974953498204821?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/705974953498204821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=705974953498204821&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/705974953498204821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/705974953498204821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2008/06/sunday-swin-day.html' title='SUNDAY SWIN DAY'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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/_NaYUiIHC29w/SE3mHEOWsVI/AAAAAAAAAYY/2FoL3AEYHzY/s72-c/kids+group.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5008203324056860859.post-4135745410127131766</id><published>2008-06-09T18:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T18:10:13.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RUMOR HAS IT...</title><content type='html'>I am so excited.  Rumor has it Jake's birth certificate will be released tomorrow!!! I am trying hard not to get too excited in case it doesn't happen but I can't help it. &lt;br /&gt;Tuesday might be an exciting day here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-4135745410127131766?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/4135745410127131766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=4135745410127131766&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/4135745410127131766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/4135745410127131766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2008/06/rumor-has-it.html' title='RUMOR HAS IT...'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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-5008203324056860859.post-6418036151093087131</id><published>2008-06-07T01:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T01:56:16.835-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil B goes to Hawaii</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/SEoifQ3N_PI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/MuDePbLfNps/s1600-h/Byron+Arturo+June.pdf+-+Adobe+Reader.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209013839505259762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NaYUiIHC29w/SEoifQ3N_PI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/MuDePbLfNps/s320/Byron+Arturo+June.pdf+-+Adobe+Reader.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just received a new picture of Lil B. Talk about cute. He is so adorable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Eagle's Nest says he cries to be held. The say he is spoiled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How could you pass up on holding such a cute little guy???? I just want to cuddle up next to him. &lt;br /&gt;Please continue to pray for Lil B and all the other little babies left in Guatemala with no immediate hope of a family. All children deserve parents and love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5008203324056860859-6418036151093087131?l=livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/feeds/6418036151093087131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5008203324056860859&amp;postID=6418036151093087131&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/6418036151093087131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5008203324056860859/posts/default/6418036151093087131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livetoloveandlaugh.blogspot.com/2008/06/lil-b-goes-to-hawaii.html' title='Lil B goes to Hawaii'/><author><name>Live to love and laugh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13537836247826612808</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/_NaYUiIHC29w/SEoifQ3N_PI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/MuDePbLfNps/s72-c/Byron+Arturo+June.pdf+-+Adobe+Reader.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
