tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3872879458426598882024-03-12T19:41:53.581-04:00Lucas LogicDawn :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899370343938642266noreply@blogger.comBlogger128125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387287945842659888.post-41886827449160785622011-06-12T15:33:00.002-04:002011-06-12T15:39:00.063-04:00Hey Everyone!<span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Hey y'all... Momma's a little busy to blog these days so if you would like to keep up with our crazy family follow my blog....<br /><br /></span><a href="http://www.austynloveslife.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">http://www.austynloveslife.blogspot.com/</span></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><br /><br /><br />Thanks!<br /><br />Austyn :)</span>Dawn :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899370343938642266noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387287945842659888.post-76010099497222875582009-12-14T19:39:00.003-05:002009-12-14T19:57:38.261-05:00Merry Christmas 2009<strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivAoNuqEJqUW6NxE_suoC6Kwdy-mGV7xocAzckaAotl08tSq9FY_Dbrk7EwxgQGfXbl5DddJXvpzyK7L4t0gqJKULpsi13FkTC8_ILyZu1kZHG0T26RDwJpEsOkMG25j9h7my435hmoiQD/s1600-h/card6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415256873684681330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivAoNuqEJqUW6NxE_suoC6Kwdy-mGV7xocAzckaAotl08tSq9FY_Dbrk7EwxgQGfXbl5DddJXvpzyK7L4t0gqJKULpsi13FkTC8_ILyZu1kZHG0T26RDwJpEsOkMG25j9h7my435hmoiQD/s320/card6.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Merry Christmas from the Lucas home to yours...may your season be filled with love, laughter and the gift of peace. </span></div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN9vJFKxcHc37RU-codxt28AOssuUOp31l_BkGpgHj7UCm9ffZ2EFVWhWPPgoHfoRHl26dafgpMl5apqsJXii12HkU1UGkZd4abkRkFR2SE4NEu6mry6xv38uGr503D_mRBor8Ma8b1vEw/s1600-h/card3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415256866702865074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN9vJFKxcHc37RU-codxt28AOssuUOp31l_BkGpgHj7UCm9ffZ2EFVWhWPPgoHfoRHl26dafgpMl5apqsJXii12HkU1UGkZd4abkRkFR2SE4NEu6mry6xv38uGr503D_mRBor8Ma8b1vEw/s320/card3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em><span style="font-size:180%;">Emmanuel (God with us)<br /></span></em> </span><br />Conceived by the union of divine grace with our disgrace….<br />The Author enters His own story<br /><br /><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#009900;">What child is this, who, laid to rest<br />On Mary’s lap is sleeping?..<br />This, this is Christ the King,<br />Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:<br />Haste, haste to bring Him laud, The Babe, the Son of Mary!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The splendor of the King…clothed in majesty</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#009900;"><br /> </span></em><br />I will bless the Lord at all times: His praise shall continually be in my mouth! <em>Psalm 34:1<br /></em><br /><br />Merry Christmas!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Dawn :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899370343938642266noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387287945842659888.post-54374827436757711262009-08-05T00:07:00.006-04:002009-08-05T00:16:35.602-04:00Anyoung ha seyo!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366327445752692770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuASR26JY3FZ9O40hBPhyphenhyphenwGneALFFAnRP62mTwXjPg4rUkPa_OjtORhcBJjfGNbYFEwR_mc4nqs12pDRjhpxTGzariHfoH67nvMZHw9qxHFXOCwR0fYPuOiRlskfgOJZPOdRPvYWrOA3Ps/s320/visit1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgADL6N4nUj1I8bD1y2otiQkq3HchgJJha5MzM6y7Jfm3CktxnxdW8a9hONg5qo1v2PddtpcmkVsqzuiMsbVz8SOwbysC8VtppNCLGX2O8qWOLh4poWK7Ycam5PCGZ-iAYgAYe7gRAJjMLE/s1600-h/visit4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366328096574527362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgADL6N4nUj1I8bD1y2otiQkq3HchgJJha5MzM6y7Jfm3CktxnxdW8a9hONg5qo1v2PddtpcmkVsqzuiMsbVz8SOwbysC8VtppNCLGX2O8qWOLh4poWK7Ycam5PCGZ-iAYgAYe7gRAJjMLE/s320/visit4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2N_dV7wvc2Ano27d7PgoH3vrz8oZuSjJkEb2G2-RkF21nobX5_OpL3tYobp80jBaPeQ8mEtSFV-3tDJi3JHIRjfLr6UZQeRgC9oUpUljOkNl2HZA6rW7wxgtl-e6HouFJ2KDBa3tIldd3/s1600-h/visit2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366327460155041250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2N_dV7wvc2Ano27d7PgoH3vrz8oZuSjJkEb2G2-RkF21nobX5_OpL3tYobp80jBaPeQ8mEtSFV-3tDJi3JHIRjfLr6UZQeRgC9oUpUljOkNl2HZA6rW7wxgtl-e6HouFJ2KDBa3tIldd3/s320/visit2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVbjHeRHL6ElTMvRlAXQ_nN8dA-c5aBVFdIeaHSQZ4jcgzMQ8Tevs5ZNk0h31CGlee52pgo-yHkAoEmBljp2CP42MgWRLkVtakMGEFfUeoAwopW3De3-bq4g0EsF_0LEXNyYUomnAw0flw/s1600-h/visit3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366327454069760946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVbjHeRHL6ElTMvRlAXQ_nN8dA-c5aBVFdIeaHSQZ4jcgzMQ8Tevs5ZNk0h31CGlee52pgo-yHkAoEmBljp2CP42MgWRLkVtakMGEFfUeoAwopW3De3-bq4g0EsF_0LEXNyYUomnAw0flw/s320/visit3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366328098708155730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh887HK44OiJM2YISmn1z1W31hHreq33xQMQqYSbt59QUuOkwCK5x2Ms2euerpWpJzUqAYh5Snk2pb-h5uGQ7saMGvSYuD-C5tM_E2-gJUR4qxWZtDOgD6O4w2zS0VZ7X8prRrK3I4LRbJ0/s320/visit7.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br />Dinner with wonderful friends. Yummy, Kalbi tang! :-)<br /><div align="center"></div></div></div></div>Dawn :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899370343938642266noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387287945842659888.post-22884187780415293822009-05-07T09:26:00.002-04:002009-05-08T14:26:10.849-04:00This just about sums it up...<img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*MTcwMjY*Mjk1NyZwdD*xMjQxNzAyNzU*ODAyJnA9MTE5MzEmZD1za2V*Y2hwYWRtb3NhaWMmbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MSZ*PSZvPTI*NWZkNWU*NTYyZTQzM2NiYjQyMDVlZjUwNWNjOGU4.gif" width="0" border="0" /><a href="http://www.imagechef.com/ic/word_mosaic/" target="_blank"> <img alt="ImageChef Word Mosaic - ImageChef.com" src="http://cdn-img1.imagechef.com/w/090507/a3200d3001c7db16.gif" /> </a>Dawn :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899370343938642266noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387287945842659888.post-33502284797035316432009-04-23T14:03:00.006-04:002009-05-08T15:02:26.188-04:00Easter Celebrations!<div align="center"><strong>Hallelujah!</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid_2LA35QBdXyibezH4XtKYbvx12L5ORIcU_FBY9-4v0_vrBD0CLZKyEswRxxwleZGUa_X4N0T3m1Njf0Atvj_gO-VvD8_YN72OTPMpQ0ldf3VjBrRFoVeC5Z2CQ-5msCjBmlGLG-fw6sO/s1600-h/IMG_1738.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333526014153407266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid_2LA35QBdXyibezH4XtKYbvx12L5ORIcU_FBY9-4v0_vrBD0CLZKyEswRxxwleZGUa_X4N0T3m1Njf0Atvj_gO-VvD8_YN72OTPMpQ0ldf3VjBrRFoVeC5Z2CQ-5msCjBmlGLG-fw6sO/s320/IMG_1738.JPG" border="0" /></a> Landon and Wilson were both baptized on Easter evening. Its too bad you can't hear me in this photo..all I could say was "Hallelujah, hallelujah" through some mushy, tear soaked expressions. </div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0HnVPbJfh38YsdNJlsFDqna0FQ8gwchOInIuSb8mdxDtc95MoM4DqzmI6nmNnYuDOg9MCerfSvXBKAWOE9p_NWLG8TE3Eb7ULblVHPgb1rNnNsBmj1PTp_vzPAPh4VRpzt-eMWLCRTyeB/s1600-h/IMG_1743.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333526009369753154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0HnVPbJfh38YsdNJlsFDqna0FQ8gwchOInIuSb8mdxDtc95MoM4DqzmI6nmNnYuDOg9MCerfSvXBKAWOE9p_NWLG8TE3Eb7ULblVHPgb1rNnNsBmj1PTp_vzPAPh4VRpzt-eMWLCRTyeB/s320/IMG_1743.JPG" border="0" /></a> Its also too bad you could not see Wilson just prior to Landon being baptized as he was treading water just in front of her. He amused himself by grinning and splashing a bit while waiting for his turn. That's my boy. I would have been horrified if I had not watched Jerry Falwell's grandson splash around in the baptistry just a few years earlier...I suppose boys will be boys..even when we get to heaven. Thank you Pastor Mike for being such a patient man :-)<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik9Ec_M84tDSy9Lz1LauaY_Sh1ZAdHO0JsyUgNcP8547DiI6V3erCt92Hit6O3ZEvzNVQqmZR8a-tafY2c4kZS_Mca2LyEWvdkxUdYENYmKVYSQfg-AZ21OmpOmzjoqF_DhlK1Lv3HdrTz/s1600-h/easter.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333523685381316898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik9Ec_M84tDSy9Lz1LauaY_Sh1ZAdHO0JsyUgNcP8547DiI6V3erCt92Hit6O3ZEvzNVQqmZR8a-tafY2c4kZS_Mca2LyEWvdkxUdYENYmKVYSQfg-AZ21OmpOmzjoqF_DhlK1Lv3HdrTz/s320/easter.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong>Easter Sunday </strong><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333525998049946482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoW1gSQGfYFAxYal21oJWabCBj7D-8nvvOAXxq99XpKSLicwIuhiZWtBMwAe8keGaDfvA3RycrcWyitgFFPRbdLHTBc3Iuq1X86iWNs2A45s4LkIj21T_DjJK3pfwpPWazeha3dsxLvaj7/s320/IMG_1709.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Ethan and Too Too clowning around just before they left town. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333523679510710290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7ZaYBDmuQxrlJURtC-uuQojYwpwKUICyrorI1t8TQ_eSIb6PnJsy6QfUs_JD3QqhVKiUWgpK7nAhyphenhyphenqAdBv7UB0z7JEnwD2cNMyDZlJYQneLP99xbHrsFTav19ZJwP3l52O_2uDCWn7g1Q/s320/IMG_1668.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong>Question</strong>: What does your face look like after you realize that a bird has flown over your head and left you something on your Easter dress? Well, it should look something like Austyn's does in this photo (look closely at her neckline) :-) She was crying "fowl".<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqwPizuBwEZSNlsAkIMiBAnCHbFeiFXGbzq8rXwG51HVN6JeATK11VzZDZXEqxnm1QxLxo-hWagwGKNcDVLaUh2h5ubBHN5YefiWJw053wYH3QLaWZhv_8HsAGg85XYzK_0u5aRqEuLw2V/s1600-h/stevenme.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333523675375785058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqwPizuBwEZSNlsAkIMiBAnCHbFeiFXGbzq8rXwG51HVN6JeATK11VzZDZXEqxnm1QxLxo-hWagwGKNcDVLaUh2h5ubBHN5YefiWJw053wYH3QLaWZhv_8HsAGg85XYzK_0u5aRqEuLw2V/s320/stevenme.jpg" border="0" /></a> Nope. I had no idea he was man-handling a mandarin orange just as Landon was snapping a photo :-)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRlFctfXWIVv8_VVqcx7sc7IQvo99rqQpUQrf3VENS5Yo9Wmc_bbWLSx8GJwsK_n0j99TfV0czid3MGBfIpyVonf8SteQSM5PTNALFsKtYjClPugjgaHArGwejvtUXtj1-C0eAlhLwg9Zj/s1600-h/boys.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333523663542332770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRlFctfXWIVv8_VVqcx7sc7IQvo99rqQpUQrf3VENS5Yo9Wmc_bbWLSx8GJwsK_n0j99TfV0czid3MGBfIpyVonf8SteQSM5PTNALFsKtYjClPugjgaHArGwejvtUXtj1-C0eAlhLwg9Zj/s320/boys.jpg" border="0" /></a> Boys... being boys, I guess *sigh* </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong>Happy Easter!</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>He has risen, He has risen indeed!<br /></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div></div></div><br /></div>Dawn :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899370343938642266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387287945842659888.post-46869650120674820072009-04-12T22:12:00.008-04:002009-05-08T14:23:32.511-04:00You're the ONE, 1-1!<div align="center">(Why is it always this time of year when I find myself so far behind documenting our childrens' lives in cyberspace? )</div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTobAJxAnnX-K1oYKWR0g7bR0ltTBkFk8MKFy6Zt8pDuO1Q6tTV_h-xsnGI01u75lGKYIAYGWwmBqZUvQI7i7PJPZZdRqSknPKBp3Yn_tuVCkIbBTNgK5SDWxykum7Te1yc7WbXqUgyY_5/s1600-h/IMG_1484.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333513480014647650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTobAJxAnnX-K1oYKWR0g7bR0ltTBkFk8MKFy6Zt8pDuO1Q6tTV_h-xsnGI01u75lGKYIAYGWwmBqZUvQI7i7PJPZZdRqSknPKBp3Yn_tuVCkIbBTNgK5SDWxykum7Te1yc7WbXqUgyY_5/s320/IMG_1484.JPG" border="0" /></a> Anyway, Landon celebrated her 11th birthday in March with a few friends. We had originally planned to travel to a local park and play games and have a cook out per her request. So, we allowed her to invite quite a few of her friends thinking it would be easier to have crowd control of a bunch of pre-teen girls outdoors with entertainment. Well....we did not even consider that it might poor down rain just moments before the party started. Ok. Jon and I decided we could do this...how hard could it be to have 20+ girls over for a birthday party <em>indoors</em>?</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizsSUjloPptYqx8oIHlvpLONVQTI-zS5ZJ71DCQLH6BUJFjVScgK-IE1XsZHMHeggreT0F6Ai1TAr8vJ2my5X7lC-NAVOLu1TfjvT1wbUDs4sPHifxaO3uEXWr24hEpt6WBmCWvRp0bnpl/s1600-h/IMG_1541.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333513477578211650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizsSUjloPptYqx8oIHlvpLONVQTI-zS5ZJ71DCQLH6BUJFjVScgK-IE1XsZHMHeggreT0F6Ai1TAr8vJ2my5X7lC-NAVOLu1TfjvT1wbUDs4sPHifxaO3uEXWr24hEpt6WBmCWvRp0bnpl/s320/IMG_1541.JPG" border="0" /></a> In retrospect, we will arrange the garage so that it can double as a dance floor, but other than that..we had a fabulous time and just plain wore out the Wii and Disney Sing-It. The hardest part was keeping the little brothers out of the mix *smile*</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333519596287852466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOhq2P_iOJu9iAtT5tpx-_LIca7bZRwMZgH0dvB8kWwlaCK_OjbhPh2_hxEEOsAI9hG8FIWTM8-OMP6PvQcFfbDwoE8CoEPe5AG_hEgUBvy0FRogJOip_srVri7I8NKyS0h9qEUNl15AiS/s320/IMG_1457.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>"You don't have to be a star, baby, to be in my show..."<br /><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvJocSCoeCVuFx-OpE4eOh1P_DLybrixP9e0REOobvKVNk9v17-A2d3M7796uD3b4XmwoymwmIVuAVJWy1QvqVT12q7QZfRAd4n5U6GxsydJafTDJOZtcVusNgR5RqCS50pt-svZt6betZ/s1600-h/IMG_1548.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323994125634805778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvJocSCoeCVuFx-OpE4eOh1P_DLybrixP9e0REOobvKVNk9v17-A2d3M7796uD3b4XmwoymwmIVuAVJWy1QvqVT12q7QZfRAd4n5U6GxsydJafTDJOZtcVusNgR5RqCS50pt-svZt6betZ/s320/IMG_1548.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong> Happy Birthday, Tallula!</strong><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Rn15EPKx_i7_czEtEyy0Aujqkp-wFHCdDIYwyBpSbEhlRBNP6qolmEdQocbelbDgZxAoDP27MjTpLEUcJtQMn9iwo5I9f9jzrv3NBM06540jhINw-RAIob0UtbJu82Z9AG1lFIotTdnb/s1600-h/IMG_1578.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323994117448117090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Rn15EPKx_i7_czEtEyy0Aujqkp-wFHCdDIYwyBpSbEhlRBNP6qolmEdQocbelbDgZxAoDP27MjTpLEUcJtQMn9iwo5I9f9jzrv3NBM06540jhINw-RAIob0UtbJu82Z9AG1lFIotTdnb/s320/IMG_1578.JPG" border="0" /></a> <strong>Landon posing with her peeps at school. </strong><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Dawn :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899370343938642266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387287945842659888.post-75342748467497499962009-04-12T21:38:00.007-04:002009-04-12T22:11:30.107-04:00Just an ordinary day.<div align="center">Not too long ago..Landon was playing in a ball tournament, and our family just happened to have some time to kill between games. A family friend suggested we visit a small local museum. By the time the day had ended, we had spent a wonderful afternoon as a family and learned a thing or two, to boot. What a tiny jewel of a museum....</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsj1XInfs4qQejTQTChYEd70D0sYEfmqf7fwvu4AX-J7EbXBGDstvCVlaYP9XUMv-Xl-OSHFmwyFgbjPT4VWaz75CerydYgUHHC5L27eEQRLtAQxlwycsB7grlPsMFOpE4HqLfXFUa0O_w/s1600-h/IMG_1439.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323987191354498786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsj1XInfs4qQejTQTChYEd70D0sYEfmqf7fwvu4AX-J7EbXBGDstvCVlaYP9XUMv-Xl-OSHFmwyFgbjPT4VWaz75CerydYgUHHC5L27eEQRLtAQxlwycsB7grlPsMFOpE4HqLfXFUa0O_w/s320/IMG_1439.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong> Fire safety</strong>. Never let Aunt Heather suit up if you don't want to burn down! She was having way too much fun....<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVlhvx0UBhcfTOmHmHlTThOVWhH6ohO8Z11f4uLELJctvoe5SwwRbY0hvcJzGb2voEQ9U_lF2Lyh9ib0sOlzD2M2J40cJ__DVoyazSGHV5O47fnQM7IJ9c0ozGK6KO9lb06iMAIywxuBnI/s1600-h/IMG_1438.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323987187512836770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVlhvx0UBhcfTOmHmHlTThOVWhH6ohO8Z11f4uLELJctvoe5SwwRbY0hvcJzGb2voEQ9U_lF2Lyh9ib0sOlzD2M2J40cJ__DVoyazSGHV5O47fnQM7IJ9c0ozGK6KO9lb06iMAIywxuBnI/s320/IMG_1438.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong> Landy Lu tries out the protective gear. </strong><br /><strong><br /><br /></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ELxewhrrSM6yIYcVBJncDIihl0vCWQ4WnPceUr4oPI_B59zZu_rTPd39OuU15ku47tzbCBgdVr0A8nFm9OFMR3vNakTIJGIuI3L4jq1BjdQmRfqjfExlUMsITlccR6kvUFeIXnKTcRnk/s1600-h/IMG_1425.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323986228094590946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ELxewhrrSM6yIYcVBJncDIihl0vCWQ4WnPceUr4oPI_B59zZu_rTPd39OuU15ku47tzbCBgdVr0A8nFm9OFMR3vNakTIJGIuI3L4jq1BjdQmRfqjfExlUMsITlccR6kvUFeIXnKTcRnk/s320/IMG_1425.JPG" border="0" /></a> <strong>Giant-size model of a the human heart</strong>. Mr Anatomy had a blast climbing through these arteries.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh3PiD39NycpW2aMtDpm061lEDhyS9bZpeEJSLqAqbU8pYtvbD31tGtCCMQ82DNAQ73NPYGlRnyIRunySy6JcBpkkYlyhilw6vFlIPVK2qtpBG-QbRMrSYXlo1Vqp0oaRDaykzhm8TRMLQ/s1600-h/IMG_1406.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323986220510227122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh3PiD39NycpW2aMtDpm061lEDhyS9bZpeEJSLqAqbU8pYtvbD31tGtCCMQ82DNAQ73NPYGlRnyIRunySy6JcBpkkYlyhilw6vFlIPVK2qtpBG-QbRMrSYXlo1Vqp0oaRDaykzhm8TRMLQ/s320/IMG_1406.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong>The touch pool</strong> (which, as a matter of fact, included one feisty crab!). Guess who was aggravating it the most?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioQRveK8ACRPc1BSBvG5kVc604Kr4wPeIFob9WgVX177TKsuXTl3REdLCj6NEXYIHE-LEeHX4VrwQ78rgx7U7xTwQxmRqEF8HVSQlW6ynBrpufP-J2eyWipN7csx3gV9Z9656JqXy7ljof/s1600-h/IMG_1416.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323986216862334386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioQRveK8ACRPc1BSBvG5kVc604Kr4wPeIFob9WgVX177TKsuXTl3REdLCj6NEXYIHE-LEeHX4VrwQ78rgx7U7xTwQxmRqEF8HVSQlW6ynBrpufP-J2eyWipN7csx3gV9Z9656JqXy7ljof/s320/IMG_1416.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_RT6gLlpFjZHXss3pHGekv-msYtKwvwb9tiFsrmGQfq0l7h7PpLiScLT5lRvZ2Ptiqscj_Wa3_RW4pLiEHmBRZGxjZVs76PxzLUC30vLN4Zv1VP9cGBYIoErL0zXeXDEe0jaCYtrUEdPK/s1600-h/IMG_1419.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323985019320110226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_RT6gLlpFjZHXss3pHGekv-msYtKwvwb9tiFsrmGQfq0l7h7PpLiScLT5lRvZ2Ptiqscj_Wa3_RW4pLiEHmBRZGxjZVs76PxzLUC30vLN4Zv1VP9cGBYIoErL0zXeXDEe0jaCYtrUEdPK/s320/IMG_1419.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7eNebaFsW-A1ZxebjqMhxkl-asSF-DpUHMnkwUuSj0zWLUhu3qhPM8HbPSdfw82mkNXAVvNfRzndKTXa5XdL3Y9UxFHOWvhi9WNbu14Px6nzhDYZo82GQ4-oFXea1qlGp-iXfRLimz27n/s1600-h/IMG_1412.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323985014753453954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7eNebaFsW-A1ZxebjqMhxkl-asSF-DpUHMnkwUuSj0zWLUhu3qhPM8HbPSdfw82mkNXAVvNfRzndKTXa5XdL3Y9UxFHOWvhi9WNbu14Px6nzhDYZo82GQ4-oFXea1qlGp-iXfRLimz27n/s320/IMG_1412.JPG" border="0" /></a> <strong>Do you just love that he is making the same face as the bear?<br /></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323987196607932434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0-n1yW2r78e0Hl6yoFnkCfSVI4YArHSiYtm3jAr0lZ2pnuIb4nPqpzcQPfPH8mOStNky7u4dlziDJdlTc7WqFoAtVBDqhO3ZwF7nQuH4bBliNHQ816JNQiGPZ78m85fcXoc6USKLAGJV1/s320/IMG_1451.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>Monkey see, monkey do..monkey climb fast as YOU!<br /><br /><br /><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZAjxjGvRSo82RT9UmAm3kgldHr7ndumfsJGU4Zh8ja5UUpoAkljeYsVR5H5tsbZBD3TNduMHgdL4MXtIo0ThvhbOcQ4GTlpZJZn3lzXZ48yxtOkiTognlNACh_yhxor5UTakoBte-2cBl/s1600-h/IMG_1417.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323985007336056530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZAjxjGvRSo82RT9UmAm3kgldHr7ndumfsJGU4Zh8ja5UUpoAkljeYsVR5H5tsbZBD3TNduMHgdL4MXtIo0ThvhbOcQ4GTlpZJZn3lzXZ48yxtOkiTognlNACh_yhxor5UTakoBte-2cBl/s320/IMG_1417.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />The perfect way to spend a Saturday.<br />Who knew?<br /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Dawn :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899370343938642266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387287945842659888.post-82293832433622437222009-04-06T18:34:00.013-04:002009-04-06T21:46:25.751-04:00Our little prince celebrates five years...<div align="center"><strong>In February, Stephen (crown) Isaiah JaeHo Lucas turned</strong> <strong>five years old</strong>. Around this same time last year, he was not quite ready to have a huge celebration. He had only been a member of the Lucas family for a few weeks and we did not want to overwhelm him with too much activity. Well, this year he was completely and totally ready to have a "birfday" and made it clear that he wanted to have a party with his "bess sprens" (friends). And so, we did...and did..and again, we did. By the time the weekend was over, we were all partied out and we had one happy little guy.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321749236675773490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiry0kMp3Z5MW023vey3AOfC0KVqADxz8Ec-vafhu1LqOZSjVG2tHdE6Wrd2Coam5X_6eF6DYkrMP3nhaVMrKARP-vWfSF0cT0X1ziAeUYje39e1XDwVdFKc3BWccqg0KCwwdAAYaMiPF0t/s320/IMG_1115.JPG" border="0" /><strong>Just this once</strong>...nothing like getting to eat whatever you want on your special day. Stephen chose none other than chocolate milk and powdered doughnuts. He was H-A-P-P-Y and kept watching to make sure I wouldn't take them away :-). We did not even make him choose a piece of fruit to go with his treat. I know, we live on the edge around here, huh?<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321750780426116258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigi2gKUAmchSZ0HM7qs7e3jysboOFKC1aPn3CwW46tks4DfuY2RTC5rX9bCZaZiOo5c2CEbMChMDhHLt4Vtr-uTX6Xdg_FGHodZ4V7CNA0F3EYwNK5q-CHMtxkTtTy5eCoydoA63IGsVYF/s320/IMG_1121.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><strong>Precious Hyun Hee (Stephen's care nurse while he was in Korea) is always so faithful to remember the children on special days</strong>. These are Korean coins she sent to him that were made in 2004, the year Stephen was born. Such an amazing keepsake for him..a treasure, for sure.<br /><br /><br /></p><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321750780978910274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvQxxgwn0oA3vESZ-19OQkml7J23CNbFjDK63Xn0nsOuf6Zz2G2UWE268ND0JNOmRfADGsq8ZVB6jo6ST6bcbTyZjRN9ygqSBE94HQx0LKZAGJOvC_Hm1slwx0HpDdsKXqSSKxge1fBVQt/s320/IMG_1120.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><strong>Showing off his coins</strong>.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321750784819650306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3FNxMg8I9PiSYhRmrY8FYq5l8WxYLvBeMYVPbXHmN91lSI-Zac3zaRI4Qqeb_cXu2D_vXrd39jXyZN552lK-dqD8JjvBrpdw25LaZRYbgBC5mleNn5rd-X6VyqyqaqcREGR2FoanbdwYA/s320/IMG_1137.JPG" border="0" /><strong>This is the look of complete exhilaration</strong>. Grammy and Papaw showed up for his special day toting a full-size Lightnin' McQueen bicycle. Doughnuts and a new bike all in the same day....what more could a small boy ask for? </p><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321749234789790754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitrWcshiCkWe32i3l674Q7K7u8diuh1zixbBMTaXwkGkFKF97SirqVmOOFujEfvqjWUQ2dVUpTtL7jVkx-ULjNk7Dn2l4B2dPFy3q2ZKkOofERJU3yWZXJ7bUm0uno5QuoGK-jLR7BDduW/s320/IMG_1109.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><strong>Too Too and Ethan smile for the camera at Monkey Joe's in Wilmington</strong>. They were exhausted from the car ride and a long day, and we were thrilled they came to celebrate with us. It had been a long time since we had seen our peeps. Love you 2-2 and Bros!</p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGmj0Fu5wBsp5G4gEBC2gSA0lOMTxrCt9Bu2fL2e6tF-wF9u2k9D8RhR8NeOKdlWWpgJnjpWkAbS61vl2M0rpsUFuM-pS3xMuk6nKS5y4FkVlDIv2ganhu0aOU9jCMhe1_UhNapFSSreGU/s1600-h/IMG_1079.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321744516110051970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGmj0Fu5wBsp5G4gEBC2gSA0lOMTxrCt9Bu2fL2e6tF-wF9u2k9D8RhR8NeOKdlWWpgJnjpWkAbS61vl2M0rpsUFuM-pS3xMuk6nKS5y4FkVlDIv2ganhu0aOU9jCMhe1_UhNapFSSreGU/s320/IMG_1079.JPG" border="0" /></a> <strong>Wilson striking a pose..</strong></div><div align="center"><strong><br /></strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321749229946192274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3lZn-PyocGICozXOHzaMHII0LIHW_IwqNQsof4mui9CwWh0vwwv1yykZVktG5bg8JucvoPAOK-pbNZFGu7uOacx3wP55FYQfbbIjHMnngTq5nxachEriDVw3lOcYgdF8mzjKV2MNdudk8/s320/IMG_1104.JPG" border="0" /> <strong>Gram entertains the children</strong>, and yes, that is Lily, the DOG..inside the business. She was not happy in the kennel after the ride into town. Rotten. Enough said.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiniipBhk-qZEl5eQd8hvnVlniO6PyDVw7yDfRMgU4miep4h9TOuEIwP-8mVdxJ8w_HG0usjfPoF1JflpOnD4G4o4wzCMzLJNb7IybtqOf2sIi5n_U44wrdcbKfN4glA3fuTQNrM7_ZzjEb/s1600-h/IMG_1078.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321744507612694802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiniipBhk-qZEl5eQd8hvnVlniO6PyDVw7yDfRMgU4miep4h9TOuEIwP-8mVdxJ8w_HG0usjfPoF1JflpOnD4G4o4wzCMzLJNb7IybtqOf2sIi5n_U44wrdcbKfN4glA3fuTQNrM7_ZzjEb/s320/IMG_1078.JPG" border="0" /></a> <strong>Birthday Boy..pure joy in that million dollar smile. </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321744516162212146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA7gDa0hwrziwMSujWduaX2yy_DzV_FfVeq4AzmFqTEOGpywR0VTh772q3sqLa75JocHylO4HzgycaDgcjDg0NqnBClQF69zUCA_5EcEeeyu3S5m9wYxGvpYS7kZ3WHMrw10UCRFHBlefQ/s320/IMG_1093.JPG" border="0" /><strong>Landy Lu and Bros climbing..and climbing..</strong><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIsro0b_9TYWChg2cQ5F7CMuPDLuFJhAY4zbdfyFEm_Em_6zMypuBfoe1w8S0ZBHfI9f4bvefLBHRfIKwV0Yvl0CyLg8F9YxJFMMhkIcHDRliz4VmlBsshh2auyBA-3WtywQC7HUXHTKXV/s1600-h/IMG_1065.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321740188296237586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIsro0b_9TYWChg2cQ5F7CMuPDLuFJhAY4zbdfyFEm_Em_6zMypuBfoe1w8S0ZBHfI9f4bvefLBHRfIKwV0Yvl0CyLg8F9YxJFMMhkIcHDRliz4VmlBsshh2auyBA-3WtywQC7HUXHTKXV/s320/IMG_1065.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong> Winkin', Blinkin' and Nod</strong>. Presh.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV27LZu0BYtOEVvfvo8EQl3j9gaGefrFiKptN6HDbqN6-6XVVWDYFuTdhCYagjTBqwieOM3wpv1WoKUAhya_z4qGU9YryIu9hNKLa4FfbxvL0vIBsciaceTTK_VpMUms4b5KVd3etsPvvs/s1600-h/IMG_1045.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321740189525923826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV27LZu0BYtOEVvfvo8EQl3j9gaGefrFiKptN6HDbqN6-6XVVWDYFuTdhCYagjTBqwieOM3wpv1WoKUAhya_z4qGU9YryIu9hNKLa4FfbxvL0vIBsciaceTTK_VpMUms4b5KVd3etsPvvs/s320/IMG_1045.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong> Aussie Lou strikes her pose..</strong><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFgkHAVDlbBzBNK-HM8I9QVoGHdVNpJ4H4HPAOhwIPb8-RT5PM_-xzyyFdd9rWT3gtY9yLsgR5NRD7xyvxADrvcZGqTAYs0P6hyConn9hHOqLy0EWZbI6QgBruc-45TYyJsmxfHZbXVy2E/s1600-h/IMG_1035.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321740183542235650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFgkHAVDlbBzBNK-HM8I9QVoGHdVNpJ4H4HPAOhwIPb8-RT5PM_-xzyyFdd9rWT3gtY9yLsgR5NRD7xyvxADrvcZGqTAYs0P6hyConn9hHOqLy0EWZbI6QgBruc-45TYyJsmxfHZbXVy2E/s320/IMG_1035.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong> Stephen's best bud, Christian is showing off the remnants of the last cupcake. </strong></div><div>I think he was saying, "No, I didn't get a cupcake yet". *wink*</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPhjjysaZvd_ZU6RrKNuYTnN-e33yCRg_lINCoRNbJUxkBZpBmYWatzTt3b8V-TwunU10Fc7OD8qjoK6lPbx1B7IRrLy8eBZQYU1cB02Z7LOsHYRRI5VuRxvYDvZs7heolgDTaoY-I0x2y/s1600-h/IMG_1025.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321736113959218866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPhjjysaZvd_ZU6RrKNuYTnN-e33yCRg_lINCoRNbJUxkBZpBmYWatzTt3b8V-TwunU10Fc7OD8qjoK6lPbx1B7IRrLy8eBZQYU1cB02Z7LOsHYRRI5VuRxvYDvZs7heolgDTaoY-I0x2y/s320/IMG_1025.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Celebrating birthday lunch with friends at the "Rat House".<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh91XM5x9SgN5SoxFgmcRhyphenhyphen5mcACjW7EBcWwLHJ-8XwxqcZciXc2sVrJINCi6XKJpvu4LKoVEjcSIQAMLfnEpHHLkkFnFBCb0kRBd-IuH56WlzU4-6ZFAOkNoImLS7aZV4uk-FdLtOL_Viw/s1600-h/IMG_1021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321736113996320002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh91XM5x9SgN5SoxFgmcRhyphenhyphen5mcACjW7EBcWwLHJ-8XwxqcZciXc2sVrJINCi6XKJpvu4LKoVEjcSIQAMLfnEpHHLkkFnFBCb0kRBd-IuH56WlzU4-6ZFAOkNoImLS7aZV4uk-FdLtOL_Viw/s320/IMG_1021.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong> <em>Chuck E</em> CHEESE!</strong><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcqI7GgZUwD_huPQYaOTo3hPKAqA0ynSovQC6svsXvlVeG9aDG9nLYPOjN-lCt_7PsEOukZY-xY4peY5Tr11jjh4jNUv4zYmNEjotFKrfUwCOBrT9bWE20Pr9DKI60JvakCfxda6zElZAv/s1600-h/IMG_1016.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321736107537209586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcqI7GgZUwD_huPQYaOTo3hPKAqA0ynSovQC6svsXvlVeG9aDG9nLYPOjN-lCt_7PsEOukZY-xY4peY5Tr11jjh4jNUv4zYmNEjotFKrfUwCOBrT9bWE20Pr9DKI60JvakCfxda6zElZAv/s320/IMG_1016.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong> More cheese with sweet Helen. </strong></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Dawn :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899370343938642266noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387287945842659888.post-20684690595110223792009-01-15T21:13:00.009-05:002009-01-15T21:45:30.007-05:00Smiles, jumping clowns and upside downs..<div align="center"><strong>Guess who got a new camera for Christmas? </strong></div><div align="center">Stephen just happened to get a new haircut today and I wanted to capture his much older look. BOY, did he ham it up! It was the perfect opportunity to grab a few shots of him and his sister just being silly....</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkT1ZL5JjveslVqRnn9y5f5faVAxFnlMNlv0S7E_9KVviumn74qlGUUOpHwVbJJImLFfWjlM_sCx6K4pONU582tCTOMonJEFOtUpCE7vM0ao9zUdqz5LRAl6A7HwYH0hZ_bnecLrwtD4Xv/s1600-h/stevo02.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291713513350490834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkT1ZL5JjveslVqRnn9y5f5faVAxFnlMNlv0S7E_9KVviumn74qlGUUOpHwVbJJImLFfWjlM_sCx6K4pONU582tCTOMonJEFOtUpCE7vM0ao9zUdqz5LRAl6A7HwYH0hZ_bnecLrwtD4Xv/s320/stevo02.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong>Little boy...didn't your momma teach you not to jump off the furniture</strong>?</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ73wKg2WghIx0dWvDu-4embHZh-uk5w31RhiHbBRNtedn6WpAKCdF_RoZ3APhjeVyi-a2SDaNAAa8GsWYKcYBECqx0_suzB58RnsC3E31HUsJUXpn1nx7-wA3T9-FIOODuCjJmmuT_3Sc/s1600-h/stevo9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291713503832677698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ73wKg2WghIx0dWvDu-4embHZh-uk5w31RhiHbBRNtedn6WpAKCdF_RoZ3APhjeVyi-a2SDaNAAa8GsWYKcYBECqx0_suzB58RnsC3E31HUsJUXpn1nx7-wA3T9-FIOODuCjJmmuT_3Sc/s320/stevo9.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKwYb0CE78KHFZsmrkHhpGi-8N20Hs8fVLT39G4VpXhrRJGspQhiPAGeluS8V6wj52jUzo686H7tdWMj3cQ752aGN4XpeSTN_fDrEC0SKSAkZHsgVlsvwqsnf2jKV5fO7XsF2qsVVCmNg/s1600-h/stevo03.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291713506794874018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKwYb0CE78KHFZsmrkHhpGi-8N20Hs8fVLT39G4VpXhrRJGspQhiPAGeluS8V6wj52jUzo686H7tdWMj3cQ752aGN4XpeSTN_fDrEC0SKSAkZHsgVlsvwqsnf2jKV5fO7XsF2qsVVCmNg/s320/stevo03.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX5M_MkaYWUbeFKc-VUHrYzOikE1vJOnzihf4zWPDkiMeGA2OvrmbWcJYO3X4jkDeRf8nlrnucCvAlHFps1S2AyHD4cT8cTt9TaVd8M3LGvHaR8Tb_PEbuIgIbiwCxJwjbcY4medgrYWs/s1600-h/stevo06.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291712315687858770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX5M_MkaYWUbeFKc-VUHrYzOikE1vJOnzihf4zWPDkiMeGA2OvrmbWcJYO3X4jkDeRf8nlrnucCvAlHFps1S2AyHD4cT8cTt9TaVd8M3LGvHaR8Tb_PEbuIgIbiwCxJwjbcY4medgrYWs/s320/stevo06.jpg" border="0" /></a> How do you spell "<strong>Noogie</strong>?"<br /><br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRnUj4PiJ6gaX8xAXMvz155lTu_cG0VCog-ZBr35OMqhF8QisL-b4YIGTSdNocKXusDEFFqEtrWp9z8pQYr7vyedKBr7iSKiouaJVyMVEfvgA-qd-c0TV_qsmNnUvkgWmVF1vjRcaR2hk/s1600-h/stevo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291712303536065666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRnUj4PiJ6gaX8xAXMvz155lTu_cG0VCog-ZBr35OMqhF8QisL-b4YIGTSdNocKXusDEFFqEtrWp9z8pQYr7vyedKBr7iSKiouaJVyMVEfvgA-qd-c0TV_qsmNnUvkgWmVF1vjRcaR2hk/s320/stevo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn-hpMzSgg_131kLyjksRkmHKoSFFs3k5erRvaENlWbSErn1dqfCsGBYOvHPBpzgKBxrDaddrRZh_YztRqKEAXOlhNYekvH6cjaDFOZ5KJofwSAgrx4uHZlv4DxWja9SC9vjx9Lx7hKGc/s1600-h/lulu4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291712298776962274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn-hpMzSgg_131kLyjksRkmHKoSFFs3k5erRvaENlWbSErn1dqfCsGBYOvHPBpzgKBxrDaddrRZh_YztRqKEAXOlhNYekvH6cjaDFOZ5KJofwSAgrx4uHZlv4DxWja9SC9vjx9Lx7hKGc/s320/lulu4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhESuZssAqVaQAPsYU3Z_EnMd8s24nzLeTzKbE5gEsS_r5sQ_-fMIpOCLzKXVdl6tXYole7wPYsp14dovpkG9o6T3bV9qqTpHABcgMPnQSrt8ZyEUEmuRwrvsmmCabjD8aDM7f_UfCIqF0/s1600-h/stevo3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291711464362050386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhESuZssAqVaQAPsYU3Z_EnMd8s24nzLeTzKbE5gEsS_r5sQ_-fMIpOCLzKXVdl6tXYole7wPYsp14dovpkG9o6T3bV9qqTpHABcgMPnQSrt8ZyEUEmuRwrvsmmCabjD8aDM7f_UfCIqF0/s320/stevo3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZRLYp168FsrsaDHRCpWV6stesQQsz1C4Aev3HK06xEO-Uz8i-qeldpHfPX-Xtjvx786Ic6hup9sMNU1-dTZmtTIR-eCNF_sbOQ4zjrF_25IHgWnYAYrnbLpPgE2IxG_XI3D4MvhZw7mg/s1600-h/stevo04.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291711459718340082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZRLYp168FsrsaDHRCpWV6stesQQsz1C4Aev3HK06xEO-Uz8i-qeldpHfPX-Xtjvx786Ic6hup9sMNU1-dTZmtTIR-eCNF_sbOQ4zjrF_25IHgWnYAYrnbLpPgE2IxG_XI3D4MvhZw7mg/s320/stevo04.jpg" border="0" /></a> Mommie..watch me jump!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLmM2hlkaQ7F9kiDROgpIuR2rY7aWZAzf9TAoM3_koFKHk3Uae5g5cEelqSesKt7XQQEBcLS8rRy63j4z1bAewJAckwVanJjZxR_TfwLeNueQVIgR6SAXAMSxBa1DjNQQvX6FPwPVk85w/s1600-h/stevo7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291711455745415682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLmM2hlkaQ7F9kiDROgpIuR2rY7aWZAzf9TAoM3_koFKHk3Uae5g5cEelqSesKt7XQQEBcLS8rRy63j4z1bAewJAckwVanJjZxR_TfwLeNueQVIgR6SAXAMSxBa1DjNQQvX6FPwPVk85w/s320/stevo7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilDzbUTHq-yD4I-PsgdtYV5eQuD6rr1qUb-2CY-5MavONdpihGIdVFiSwxiVjSadttH6BRijbz0OvENBcNfqvFTVxkCZ-4VvO42CQfuJ1URxP1TyB6BDHxlkHSgWBy-t75rQ9Tg2eTCu8/s1600-h/lulu7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291711451789053650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilDzbUTHq-yD4I-PsgdtYV5eQuD6rr1qUb-2CY-5MavONdpihGIdVFiSwxiVjSadttH6BRijbz0OvENBcNfqvFTVxkCZ-4VvO42CQfuJ1URxP1TyB6BDHxlkHSgWBy-t75rQ9Tg2eTCu8/s320/lulu7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Hint,hint,wink wink!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilIsxAkW4-3xkATI-lfY3hB2HN4x4lILZQAxrEMkDm5GBaZTERdwoOWJeYPfPKzMrEJGjchDUAUd4tQCOedLtymtDrrxBFT96X4yYoK5kbHeIVQKF3uiSqxqd_Zdl0Y5E2-ERi6Th5fwE/s1600-h/lulu1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291710069841957090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilIsxAkW4-3xkATI-lfY3hB2HN4x4lILZQAxrEMkDm5GBaZTERdwoOWJeYPfPKzMrEJGjchDUAUd4tQCOedLtymtDrrxBFT96X4yYoK5kbHeIVQKF3uiSqxqd_Zdl0Y5E2-ERi6Th5fwE/s320/lulu1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Tres Semme, Tres Semme!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg25jwNhEzFg7cSaRwHS9S8i1fQAk6x0erLAxKzbxI085q-RA4Xu47dyJ3wNpys4Vz96Yh_xV1zpAf3dwO11kJ595LB_6xOSujy6WMuMx7lo3uCTn-QKfRY_SgMx47wJOKjWaHz5A1qlg0/s1600-h/lulu2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291710065964277554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg25jwNhEzFg7cSaRwHS9S8i1fQAk6x0erLAxKzbxI085q-RA4Xu47dyJ3wNpys4Vz96Yh_xV1zpAf3dwO11kJ595LB_6xOSujy6WMuMx7lo3uCTn-QKfRY_SgMx47wJOKjWaHz5A1qlg0/s320/lulu2.jpg" border="0" /></a> I wish I could have caught the photo that happened just seconds after this pose was over....</div><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXKW8Lv17lxZfPJy0aSK6K5LX2G22fKy-CzLUAo8pTvUkGw88uCPrHoXoaN_uwcxDtY3nVKZoMgLMcUs0te8yblj9Xl4bZzqjrvF2MVahXyqvyRFy6Hb6vuw6NQD9ssErdNPQNnbFpGIk/s1600-h/lulu.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291710055395750978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXKW8Lv17lxZfPJy0aSK6K5LX2G22fKy-CzLUAo8pTvUkGw88uCPrHoXoaN_uwcxDtY3nVKZoMgLMcUs0te8yblj9Xl4bZzqjrvF2MVahXyqvyRFy6Hb6vuw6NQD9ssErdNPQNnbFpGIk/s320/lulu.jpg" border="0" /></a> Rrrowl!<br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Dawn :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899370343938642266noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387287945842659888.post-16524351447471947412009-01-01T21:03:00.006-05:002009-01-01T21:21:16.736-05:00Its the first day of a new beginning...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjewLmlAjY6GDGKHNpsayoPm-43azBfntHVMTIPH7MMcL-jfYjejqrE32fuy-7vsqpX5OfRE9r3c1ixPOU4yEdzzig5RnWgBe82V2RvImCIMqtxNK0YFdMdL84fXNnJ56S9MDHIDkzEMeA/s1600-h/newyear1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286513803011245282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjewLmlAjY6GDGKHNpsayoPm-43azBfntHVMTIPH7MMcL-jfYjejqrE32fuy-7vsqpX5OfRE9r3c1ixPOU4yEdzzig5RnWgBe82V2RvImCIMqtxNK0YFdMdL84fXNnJ56S9MDHIDkzEMeA/s320/newyear1.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong>The Lucas family is praying that the new year brings about true joy, honor, wisdom and wellness for you and the ones you love. </strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;">2009</span></strong></div>Dawn :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899370343938642266noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387287945842659888.post-71471257696467715052008-12-24T13:36:00.004-05:002008-12-24T13:48:09.190-05:00Wordless (Christmas Eve) Wednesday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOcu436CvFUJp6h957NH2rTOMvjROhNmKwJYoxMFRt7TlaCOWNEmlEp7QaGsVh6ySO-rGu61vFdndkk42PjURWZ4GWl7b5I0x014t8HCP6ykXeM2VpQv2OouLV2wa09qQmDjAcZvHFWVM/s1600-h/signing2008+016.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283428627530704770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOcu436CvFUJp6h957NH2rTOMvjROhNmKwJYoxMFRt7TlaCOWNEmlEp7QaGsVh6ySO-rGu61vFdndkk42PjURWZ4GWl7b5I0x014t8HCP6ykXeM2VpQv2OouLV2wa09qQmDjAcZvHFWVM/s400/signing2008+016.JPG" border="0" /></a>Dawn :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899370343938642266noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387287945842659888.post-6916397692352104372008-12-06T15:05:00.004-05:002008-12-06T15:23:30.565-05:00Family Day 2008<div align="center"> We decided to spend Stephen's very first family day doing fun things together. The day started with a few photos on the beach and then lunch at a local Dave and Buster's type place. As soon as naps are over, we are off to bake a festive cake for our celebration and finish decorating for the Christmas season. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276771656623968978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 327px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR5gd71ThOAJEvP-uVs5fjPMeJwWx92MMv7Y5WovS7qDEpH-nk-fEDyT8AJNLpC09DNTddWK3Z9WDdefHhnMvS_6P6ExpEsJp0qYIkF5O7Pcc34eyD3F55CSPZgd6uR2lq2BobBe4wTJ4/s320/FamilyDay2008+017.JPG" border="0" />The kids really enjoyed this little photos shoot of sorts..probably because it lasted all of ten minutes and they were off frolicking. </div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5IJkF1A36TtVgm49qmuBEsUYbI85dAD2GI2QXucVCDl0hodiyLm0qiD70xGJtPKtE8oLSaOOGtCIGGO55DthDP-RXlRvh0sLO3F7EncnXXvhh9CJKFN7QtrNHrm1QvJ-8q5yQ_yLTbC4/s1600-h/FamilyDay2008+018.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276771617877250130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5IJkF1A36TtVgm49qmuBEsUYbI85dAD2GI2QXucVCDl0hodiyLm0qiD70xGJtPKtE8oLSaOOGtCIGGO55DthDP-RXlRvh0sLO3F7EncnXXvhh9CJKFN7QtrNHrm1QvJ-8q5yQ_yLTbC4/s320/FamilyDay2008+018.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY_gcH9Z3ettv0GJR7-pIMH9xzj99Gu_4MmBRyEcU29SoAibqXgC_Zxy6Q30qkFKrR7Ou6Fjh6DvPDPARrXARnVkUpXqrYubOBpMy1XY7m9SDoteOWTG6_-kp-HyDO90OdGY9pVRGIqP0/s1600-h/FamilyDay2008+007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276771618468914066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY_gcH9Z3ettv0GJR7-pIMH9xzj99Gu_4MmBRyEcU29SoAibqXgC_Zxy6Q30qkFKrR7Ou6Fjh6DvPDPARrXARnVkUpXqrYubOBpMy1XY7m9SDoteOWTG6_-kp-HyDO90OdGY9pVRGIqP0/s320/FamilyDay2008+007.JPG" border="0" /></a> If I could freeze time in a bottle....<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgphyaWER0OtQ0MrovsSuaaulBkN1555v5zMjQjWuRPHl4lXOOc7InpCsMoiql9_zsWwtQrF7-Sp8fRiD3jfo4k-vyqm-CIUO8lrq_jtbWtiB6ZzdqaQ4mwPc7rSTaow-NiI6VUWb_wFA/s1600-h/FamilyDay2008+005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276771608684164866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgphyaWER0OtQ0MrovsSuaaulBkN1555v5zMjQjWuRPHl4lXOOc7InpCsMoiql9_zsWwtQrF7-Sp8fRiD3jfo4k-vyqm-CIUO8lrq_jtbWtiB6ZzdqaQ4mwPc7rSTaow-NiI6VUWb_wFA/s320/FamilyDay2008+005.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong> Four little pieces of my heart...just walking around.<br /></strong><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx9Ebd85ROgpbZPfS8kBYTg8gZLnBVhWoErtm2SFFOXxd22GHvxm07WHYZRzsg56pLBrUVRjVfXNg_aqbgGaoN_1aZSXz8894-MHE83iW3PA7cITyM0VtPEbLJRb7JrJd0Luh0pWJ_yEo/s1600-h/FamilyDay2008+003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276771595569179442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx9Ebd85ROgpbZPfS8kBYTg8gZLnBVhWoErtm2SFFOXxd22GHvxm07WHYZRzsg56pLBrUVRjVfXNg_aqbgGaoN_1aZSXz8894-MHE83iW3PA7cITyM0VtPEbLJRb7JrJd0Luh0pWJ_yEo/s320/FamilyDay2008+003.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><strong>Team Lucas</strong></div><div><strong></strong> </div><div> (Whose the lame-o that forgot to take off the shades in their haste?)</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><strong>Happy Family Day, Stephen!! </strong></div><div> </div><div> </div></div></div><br /></div>Dawn :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899370343938642266noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387287945842659888.post-70254041849588320862008-12-05T22:14:00.004-05:002008-12-05T22:40:18.366-05:00Mustard Seed<div align="center">Tomorrow, we will celebrate Stephen Isaiah JaeHo's very first "Family Day". Earlier this week we celebrated the first day we met and now, tomorrow is the anniversary of the day he joined our family forever in the city that he has since called home.<br /></div><div align="center">We have so many reasons to honor this day. I posted several photos on my facebook account that reflect on his then and now, but only this photo can capture what has really taken place inside his new family and in his tiny little life. You see, when we first were introduced to our little guy on paper, we were given over 40 pages of documentation that painted a fairly bleak future for his education, language skills and his learning. I was told that he has been tested over and over and consistently tested in the below average range. We refused to believe (naive, huh?) this until we could draw our own conclusions. You see, I serve a mighty God, and for those of you who know what this journey was like for our family, you can understand what I knew to be true about my Abba father: He is good and He can be trusted. We stepped out and guess what? </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">One year almost to the day after arriving in our home, our little "slow learning, slow speaking" son said: "Momma, can I talk to you for a minute? Can I write my name? You help me?", and this is what he did for the very first time with no assistance from his momma except to call out each letter as he penned them. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276512823511332690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEild08iq6nXrZLSAb3D-uCewoWDFesgQj-j9qcmWZ5i0iA_lrhm-CiejVI3sLBCtPCZrmK0qnWFVbg3D3aWHu8NDnNDNJxEFXjIWM5ivJACx3WhKtePwn2GTOmk2an0fCtkXHtStd9sDqE/s320/051.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">That my friends, says "S-T-E-P-H-E-N". You might have to look, but they are all there. </div><div align="center">As for this little 4 year old's future, I am just gonna trust in a faithful God. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Happy Family Day, Stevo!</div><div align="center"></div>Dawn :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899370343938642266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387287945842659888.post-42674796029299863422008-12-05T21:13:00.010-05:002008-12-10T20:39:45.508-05:00Parades, Charades and a day of giving thanks.<div align="center"><strong>Thankgiving day</strong> with all of the grandchildren was wonderfully noisy with the sounds of laughter and horse-play. We tried to remember to be thankful for the mayhem that was at times in full swing. Certainly, we were thankful to have each family present and at least one new face this year. We, as Americans are blessed beyond measure to have so much more than we could possibly need. I don't ever want to take basic freedoms for granted..they come at too high of a price.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjauU2TrZV__Uf-7LKUAawmI9tp9POZVIbBKIbuFOXywgwywx32u-5gb9iodem7eyxyHnq8FGsV9xhdEJKAh8KmUL4Xqh6UdZI0YTiDGx_3yUfxaNc9wGGVff1476LL6Cgef4l3aWQ848A/s1600-h/026.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276496415229868658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjauU2TrZV__Uf-7LKUAawmI9tp9POZVIbBKIbuFOXywgwywx32u-5gb9iodem7eyxyHnq8FGsV9xhdEJKAh8KmUL4Xqh6UdZI0YTiDGx_3yUfxaNc9wGGVff1476LL6Cgef4l3aWQ848A/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /></a>Anna Claire, Austyn, Meme, Landon, Jake, Stephen, Katie, Wilson and, of course, Chaya snuck in. </div><div align="center">Meme has more years of wisdom than all of the ages of the great grandchildren added together. That is amazing to me. We love you Meez. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I still cannot figure out how ALL of the men keep avoiding these photo-ops. Hmmmmm...perhaps they are being tipped off. </div><div align="center"><em>(Edited 12/10/08 to add: apparently when this was originally written,</em> <em> I, completely by accident, omitted my very handsome and wonderful nephew Ethan's name. So sorry, bros.)</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276498225327081522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKbK-KGuQLg61ZzqbZnbMfCCzHv5ly0jnSCyCdUcg4odpUufmWbjUhYQ1NOL23dKWDAr4lDLn9npTUPwqAKkRFCqJ1sM4K058mBc_l69_sD3EYgVj8L50D1ByVloN8emClJDiw0bXWK-Y/s320/029.JPG" border="0" />Bertha, and all her peeps (sorry, family joke). This photo makes me think of Fried Green Tomatoes, Steele Magnolias or something along those lines. Anyone else thinkin' "The mean ol' Weezer..." or "Towanda!!" ?</div><div align="center"><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276498223193637218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil_lbexKyvRr1WPfYQCajgwmbBVCtfzQmnvZXQ2zd1AX7PXCdTaBBXyJg5oEzOmUYhdwgMj2XiS4afuV6aKH3fuh3_ZgyQ7uzMxiehj5vCk3YnGCgUWxU7TcvOVMxmvjFxo2msT7pr5pw/s320/023.JPG" border="0" />After dinner dance competition begins...I feel certain dancing with the stars will be contacting one or more of these cousins. Stay tuned...<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidBwRiMdjkMKxIjEhASh4Kl4kf2YkoZ7ofNbUzRA6f74hfdgA49F357UXdxY06mHp6Jjo3pZk1Ag-6Fn0SJaw-4iCjoKzcvAK7pi29FZYNLwAMfVKVbPfInf2XmvpR0bt45SGW7N4oB_E/s1600-h/018.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276496411751929762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidBwRiMdjkMKxIjEhASh4Kl4kf2YkoZ7ofNbUzRA6f74hfdgA49F357UXdxY06mHp6Jjo3pZk1Ag-6Fn0SJaw-4iCjoKzcvAK7pi29FZYNLwAMfVKVbPfInf2XmvpR0bt45SGW7N4oB_E/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /></a> My cousin's son Jake introduced Wilson to Linkin Park (sp?) and the boys were working hard on the back porch to throw some finesse on the dance floor. Adorable, fer shizzle. No phone calls or letters please if that music is in poor taste...<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifj9fltbvN0VoAZ6wHO1lZhwIgZ-a3whzL81Gpp3WRfvsPUYCsR4Zv9HBszEkw0Xe5G1F6jM17dqcYeHlHFc-8Zms4iKQOapBhmgUCKnU8HKwcin0LG1WL14DLKQjo4-nE6zJH3fr-69Y/s1600-h/017.JPG"></a>_____________________________________________________<br /></div><div align="center"><strong>Thanksgiving parade: Eastern NC style<br /></strong><br /><br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNM3Sf-akiYrs73_0aufJc8iqVflEQOBAhMcKZMcjO8YM_Pa43kFE-bEZ9kbt8VromPxfnJrRrqTZQqPcyapg2zsA4QSqonyKi5I4rb1f-WusEpb5-TlnpYtICd3lscyt4VOdSy79n3aE/s1600-h/004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276496393324344290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNM3Sf-akiYrs73_0aufJc8iqVflEQOBAhMcKZMcjO8YM_Pa43kFE-bEZ9kbt8VromPxfnJrRrqTZQqPcyapg2zsA4QSqonyKi5I4rb1f-WusEpb5-TlnpYtICd3lscyt4VOdSy79n3aE/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /></a> No day is complete without a shot with the cow. Chik-fil-a was certainly rockin' the hot chocolate on this freezin' cold morning (Ok, cold for NC. All you northerners would have been sportin' a wind breaker).<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhayvlVFyJ0YaG7o7j2iLACyZUR7Mu8PQD999HZMmshvU0bKFmgvh9OTNu0fxXb32_ZAz_BrgIGSvtmbXR9ho7-h6g3KfKLdfdPzN14FmJIpeIJ2slSUIul_7tRmI2WLGCRcNvAIDC70fM/s1600-h/008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276495404851447218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhayvlVFyJ0YaG7o7j2iLACyZUR7Mu8PQD999HZMmshvU0bKFmgvh9OTNu0fxXb32_ZAz_BrgIGSvtmbXR9ho7-h6g3KfKLdfdPzN14FmJIpeIJ2slSUIul_7tRmI2WLGCRcNvAIDC70fM/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /></a> Stephen LOVED the firetrucks...they were loud enough to break the sound barrier at times. This one in particular can be spotted on any given weekday in a variety of fast food parking lots. One day I am going to ask them to let him climb aboard and watch him beam!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4jWRXdp_3UZsMDFyNANhtIt_d71KB4viCMJ2T5KrAt71fNHycMNbpEPV6Idec-8gyTpQ3Dd2qyFHdnjwzeCaykPigm19ylOB1h-MybofYFahiuDbXRLHIXrMFf7cOldLC1IU87-A7oqQ/s1600-h/005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276495397802909090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4jWRXdp_3UZsMDFyNANhtIt_d71KB4viCMJ2T5KrAt71fNHycMNbpEPV6Idec-8gyTpQ3Dd2qyFHdnjwzeCaykPigm19ylOB1h-MybofYFahiuDbXRLHIXrMFf7cOldLC1IU87-A7oqQ/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /></a> Oorah! Semper Fidelis, Marines.<br /><br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiycdjJMBrCB323jGh_5q_VO2l1ZUoJmr6LLKaXaau5YotQTIkSYFMid2ygZAzyrOE6z8cHjYOxgYWNm-9xzG0hXcjcV9anxk-EW6AOxWWTJOOrEgtF4mar5sW78rmkU5oaApSG3ZI5KUM/s1600-h/001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276495385536893922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiycdjJMBrCB323jGh_5q_VO2l1ZUoJmr6LLKaXaau5YotQTIkSYFMid2ygZAzyrOE6z8cHjYOxgYWNm-9xzG0hXcjcV9anxk-EW6AOxWWTJOOrEgtF4mar5sW78rmkU5oaApSG3ZI5KUM/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is the face of <em>misery</em> when you just refused to put on anything but a t-shirt under your coat and now you are KICKING yourself in the 4 year old butt for being so hard-headed before you really ever knew what a parade was in the first place. LOL.<br /><div></div></div></div></div><br /></div></div>Dawn :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899370343938642266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387287945842659888.post-4907539692033020722008-12-05T20:56:00.007-05:002008-12-06T15:26:17.805-05:00Broadway comes to the 'Hood<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1CruU4OWcns7uckZFHjYqM7-QO4EUvpu6hN7XnqU6oTXMguEMh_UUmw9YVthDQcOQDNEr4f2A1Q2kaGRxsz4MvOimkmp_iAbVtdQovBm9tqCFM1gHwbccG9qcja1DPAMO1qVJbfg8-5A/s1600-h/032.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276491291059582962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1CruU4OWcns7uckZFHjYqM7-QO4EUvpu6hN7XnqU6oTXMguEMh_UUmw9YVthDQcOQDNEr4f2A1Q2kaGRxsz4MvOimkmp_iAbVtdQovBm9tqCFM1gHwbccG9qcja1DPAMO1qVJbfg8-5A/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong> Places everyone!</strong></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtn5SfIbK6wgJR42W98yFznXHhz2alpEpk-8Le_XXDunIx1ZDIYq9iQNCWV0QYaowTIetwzb5B2R510RyzGzNLEr-ZMhL9CZhjgej-b9PU7_FKMNcTuUdKRPnC6D9wecMv3op9rdGPado/s1600-h/052.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276491281648706226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtn5SfIbK6wgJR42W98yFznXHhz2alpEpk-8Le_XXDunIx1ZDIYq9iQNCWV0QYaowTIetwzb5B2R510RyzGzNLEr-ZMhL9CZhjgej-b9PU7_FKMNcTuUdKRPnC6D9wecMv3op9rdGPado/s320/052.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong> The Camel and the Owl<br /></strong><br /><div align="center">Over the past few weeks our girls have worked very hard preparing for a neighborhood Christmas play. Tonight was opening night and my, what a fantastic performance! Each of the children represented some type of animal that was learning about the birth of a king who was sure to not reject anyone who came to him...even the stinky pig (Dickie did an amazing job with this role). The Christmas story was spoken so powerfully. Cute,cute. It sure helped to kick off the holiday season with the spreading of Christmas cheer. Bravo kiddos!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Thanks Cathy for working with the kids so very diligently and Leslie, thank you for opening your home each day. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div></div>Dawn :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899370343938642266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387287945842659888.post-21468524606150870812008-11-16T12:47:00.002-05:002008-11-16T12:53:11.710-05:00Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkRNBYZNOgiyDk5wytmCdo7TUC3kXKU57L2cKxn0Gbr6wmlsLtnm6VQu1z_ONoXkkkYqYLOkPjTZ38E-8R4DqJ14ULBwo-jw70NknYb2-r58n6QQlfc5IVNFaaNXKIYCBTU8x_f3_QwCk/s1600-h/momdad.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269313786277300338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkRNBYZNOgiyDk5wytmCdo7TUC3kXKU57L2cKxn0Gbr6wmlsLtnm6VQu1z_ONoXkkkYqYLOkPjTZ38E-8R4DqJ14ULBwo-jw70NknYb2-r58n6QQlfc5IVNFaaNXKIYCBTU8x_f3_QwCk/s320/momdad.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Just wanted to give a shout out to my mom and dad on the 34th anniversary of the day they said "I do". We wish so badly we could celebrate this day with you and hope that you make it a day full of warm memories. MWAH!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO</div><div align="center">Love you so very much, </div><div align="center">Jon, Dawn, Austyn, Landon, Wilson and Stephen</div><div align="center"> </div>Dawn :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899370343938642266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387287945842659888.post-82346618802820971522008-11-16T12:22:00.005-05:002008-11-16T12:41:32.020-05:00Never too old to be "worn".<div align="center">I believe I've finally figured out why the children in 3rd world cultures are so seemingly mild mannered and never appear to get into too much mischief (beyond the obvious, which is merely survival). Who could stir up trouble when you are tied like a monkey to your mom!</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Over the past few days, our little darlin' has been out of sorts and a little charged up, to say the least. During one of his spazoid episodes, I just happened to pull him up into my lap and hold him sort of like a pretzel. To this, he smiled and said "Now, I am happy". Bingo! He needed a little mommy time and I knew just how to give it to him. We dug out the old wrap given to me by a dear friend while I was in India (thanks Mawte) and hooked him right up. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269309227896775554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu3lMPWo-P6qeHrpE4y-OE6hH9qjetL9G0DhWjUrO6BRYmjXSQQR2csYRxV7j-NffaKktb2TsL-SS-cSaZiWCmdzXoIckwJF1LRK7XnTifd6XUAbk54QiKKIzTs6jvCqyAUNIMynqITSM/s320/random+1108+020.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><p align="center"><strong>Problem solved. Who knew?</strong></p><p align="center">(Is this why a straight jacket is so effective for adults??)</p>Dawn :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899370343938642266noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387287945842659888.post-14841940737775375542008-10-30T15:50:00.017-04:002008-10-31T15:25:38.534-04:00Finding their way home from Africa.....Have you ever wanted to get involved in the adoption process, but knew you were <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">jus</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqH-aFQsOO2zeYgMA7y8lonv3h17HPy7bgymI53VHdqHPl86x9aF8XNzrR07AphROMgfBoSivXLJsd50a1jna1_UcNES0X4uMhEbD1CsAtl3O5JCyGRlbkjxRxc43yF8zBzWRabSJRQyE/s1600-h/love1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263052220843846818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqH-aFQsOO2zeYgMA7y8lonv3h17HPy7bgymI53VHdqHPl86x9aF8XNzrR07AphROMgfBoSivXLJsd50a1jna1_UcNES0X4uMhEbD1CsAtl3O5JCyGRlbkjxRxc43yF8zBzWRabSJRQyE/s200/love1.jpg" border="0" /></a>t not able to parent another child at this time? Well, here is a wonderful opportunity for you to be used mightily <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">thru</span> something that is very near and dear to the Lord's heart (adoption, of course!). On the other side of the world (Africa) there are two sweet little boys that have bi-lateral hearing impairments (totally deaf) and they are orphans. They attend a special school during the day, but have no one to tuck them in at night. Imagine for a moment what that must be like for these two young boys....<br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>Good news</strong>. These little guys have a mom and a dad right here in the US who already love them and have done everything necessary to bring them home: <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">home study</span>, immigration papers, adoption papers, court proceedings, etc. Fortunately, they have managed to raise all of the adoption expenses but are down to the wire on their travel expenses (airplane tickets for 4,hotel, etc). They have one week to purchase these tickets through a travel agency and the total cost is $5300.00 (edited amount as of 10/30 is 4900.00). Would you consider helping this family be united? The way I see it, if 500 people gave just $10.00, they could be in Africa this time next week hugging those sweet boys and telling them they will never have to be cold or lonely or scared ever again. Is it worth it? You bet.<br /></div><div align="center">Anyway, if you are still reading this, then you must have that old familiar <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">tuggin</span>' on your heart strings and wonder how you can help. Here's how: </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong>Go to this website:</strong> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.tidalcreek.net/"><strong>www.Tidalcreek.net</strong></a><br /></div><div align="center"><strong>and </strong><strong>once you are there, you can go to the online giving section and enter </strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>"Anderson adoption" </strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>in the subject line when you give. </strong><br /></div><div align="center"><strong>If <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">that's</span> too complicated or if just want to know more..feel free to email me and we </strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>can work something out :-)</strong><br /></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263052722620454322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0D-Q7DtDC_moQP1hVcdJze3iYFrh9M9-oIADZvgG6d9wEkw9vh1N_K_7q3A4PWyDF8XmttHP71sET48-F90kUTY8OLofuVvw0adYJ6-uPKCgOhG1-CgSwdcx_SlUaW6F0A1uNUB-7414/s200/love2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center">This sweet family attends our church and the dad is a United States Marine. Honestly, I can not wait to see these precious boys sitting in the front row with their new mommy and daddy, hearing the sermon through ASL (sign language) and learning about a BIG GOD who loves them so.....</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Pray for them as them embark on this new journey together as a family of six. You will be surprised how good it feels to be a part of something SO much bigger than we can imagine. </div><div align="center"></div>Dawn :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899370343938642266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387287945842659888.post-47379250779574929482008-10-15T21:02:00.003-04:002008-10-15T21:34:43.737-04:00Our legacy<div align="center">One day last week I went into our daughter's (she wishes to remain anonymous) room to put something away and happened to notice this chart. She has always amazed me with her organizational skills and her need to plan, but this was just a bit over the top: </div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7pzr6e2S6yDpgw8uu0aCGVWXmbA0gr0e3yuw5ujHGlCJJIgOKmuxoVnV4tCrbfnhHZFh7R6At6oZ4D6bndHHjabtEiZZAQK1-ZHaj6FGXyaFeMDwsgMJtzGFaM-QArf2olSYBb7DTRcQ/s1600-h/October2008+005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257551827828582658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7pzr6e2S6yDpgw8uu0aCGVWXmbA0gr0e3yuw5ujHGlCJJIgOKmuxoVnV4tCrbfnhHZFh7R6At6oZ4D6bndHHjabtEiZZAQK1-ZHaj6FGXyaFeMDwsgMJtzGFaM-QArf2olSYBb7DTRcQ/s320/October2008+005.JPG" border="0" /></a> It just happens to be a full list of each one of her children (my future grandchildren) and where they will sleep in her "Jon and Kate Plus 8" style home. So, I am thrilled to think that one day I will get to finally meet all of them :-) Sarah, Lexy, Cole, Nate, Myly, Amanda, Laryn, Rose, Mady, Becca, Lily, Maia, Marin and Gracy. Aren't they just perfect already? It gets better. Her family will also be composed of children of her womb and children brought to her family through the miracle of adoption. So far, that will include daughters and sons from China, Vietnam and the Phillipines. Woohooo! I wonder if I will get to travel with her family or if I will stay behind to care for the other dumplins?!! </div><div align="center">My mind is already racing ahead with her to thoughts of our holiday celebrations and family gatherings. What a wonderful memory we already have to look forward to....</div><div align="center">I keep thinking of Exodus 20:6 where God says he will bless those who love Him to a thousand generations. WOW! With at least 14 grandchildren...think of the legacy we could leave behind?!</div><div align="center">Plenty of motivation to press on when the going gets tough, huh? </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong>GRANDCHILDREN? Who'd a thunk it?</strong></div><div align="center"></div>Dawn :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899370343938642266noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387287945842659888.post-74890642003037712552008-10-09T20:42:00.003-04:002008-10-09T21:18:47.266-04:00Educational Roadtrip<div align="center"> A few nights ago, the girls and I piled into the car with the Murray's and headed to ECU to attend a campaign rally that featured the Vice Presidential candidate Sarah Palin. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong>The "Pro-life hockey mom" addressing the Republican crowds</strong></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255320883506936450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkibEJcf_nE54ONr9tLCC9qGSzQuLCCL5rgs_iiRoDj5QqgZRTSY911BRJOnaeU3CCsDbxa3hBKIxWXVxzWWiGCp6p-HGcGL-jR1H5USY1LAvmRtFC2xdRBH283KzXDWZ9WJMOc1l1RJQ/s320/Sarah+Palin+2008+035.JPG" border="0" />Read my lipstick: It was one of the most educational experiences of my life (don't laugh, I know that is not saying much!) . Amazingly, on some level, this seemed to open both Austyn and Landon's eyes as to exactly what was going on in our country's future. It is one thing to study about the presidential election, but a whole new story when those become living, breathing, speaking people right before your young eyes. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBKuZ2AheoY1C-goAEnORJ3i8qKGM61-8ODVW__aRfXfxtdkD16bF4jQf-NS_Gr6NvUWuth82_MnZprjfYFE0duVu_5X2KslbxlQUeQR9Y2rhqX0SDiXa9XB7vMD_g1g4creyrWmpSM1E/s1600-h/Sarah+Palin+2008+014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255320884864151682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBKuZ2AheoY1C-goAEnORJ3i8qKGM61-8ODVW__aRfXfxtdkD16bF4jQf-NS_Gr6NvUWuth82_MnZprjfYFE0duVu_5X2KslbxlQUeQR9Y2rhqX0SDiXa9XB7vMD_g1g4creyrWmpSM1E/s320/Sarah+Palin+2008+014.JPG" border="0" /></a> Young Republicans :-) Landon, Austyn, Helen and Joey</p><p><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCpTW5NAX1cTnfofJ-HkXUM7vPnDImn5H3jK2Hzf2iEKAYNBwsrsy3Y8SBQbPgI1qGTCHubbX8BY7LHvsScdhyphenhyphenyvjeyXrs612u9oZWaq1VXZQokdz4kn3hUpAb8qdMrh_UZcQ-rwU0La4/s1600-h/Landon5thgrade.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255320889614461170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCpTW5NAX1cTnfofJ-HkXUM7vPnDImn5H3jK2Hzf2iEKAYNBwsrsy3Y8SBQbPgI1qGTCHubbX8BY7LHvsScdhyphenhyphenyvjeyXrs612u9oZWaq1VXZQokdz4kn3hUpAb8qdMrh_UZcQ-rwU0La4/s320/Landon5thgrade.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>The next morning before Landon left for the 5th grade, she stopped me in the kitchen with the strangest look on her face. When pressed, she admitted that she had watched the news and was worried because John McCain's opponent was reported 4% ahead in the polls. I had to laugh. I assured her that one candidate will certainly be elected as president and we will just go on with life as usual no matter the outcome. Ack! Too much pressure for a ten year old, huh?<br /></p>Dawn :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899370343938642266noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387287945842659888.post-90287735618604574402008-10-01T21:20:00.006-04:002008-10-01T21:43:28.474-04:00Random moments in time..<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyxE1XQ9C0HfleLoSueNYPg_10bbKlnLiy-pKtiqzbB-kQ_IgAhW1G5q1eupQTB70g1acFlsaJ4SUX1abk3Fgio17-pViEn3Kjg54LB8pIC52KHdIZvD5erf8ke5p2h3EwgbSnzhAwfpk/s1600-h/September2008+006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252362141804543362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyxE1XQ9C0HfleLoSueNYPg_10bbKlnLiy-pKtiqzbB-kQ_IgAhW1G5q1eupQTB70g1acFlsaJ4SUX1abk3Fgio17-pViEn3Kjg54LB8pIC52KHdIZvD5erf8ke5p2h3EwgbSnzhAwfpk/s320/September2008+006.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong> Landon and Stephen getting ready to eat daddy's birthday dinner: shrimp boil.</strong></div><strong></strong><div align="center"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghKOTB6452_C0UlblkK3Dph2K0wrklbB44_p0ZAsaGUhjP7ZwPrfbQ9kYpTrLez6Zm46yHIskHDrEQTnMOiPQY4331J6OGBtudri_ft3z7Ghyl11QI-uekGUBYvJZLpnCpo6HhVeasYzU/s1600-h/September2008+011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252362147499495826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghKOTB6452_C0UlblkK3Dph2K0wrklbB44_p0ZAsaGUhjP7ZwPrfbQ9kYpTrLez6Zm46yHIskHDrEQTnMOiPQY4331J6OGBtudri_ft3z7Ghyl11QI-uekGUBYvJZLpnCpo6HhVeasYzU/s320/September2008+011.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><strong> Stephen loves going to "my cool" (school).</strong> </p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5p88Vi4Iswov1l3U5-AKSs_XDBYJoiqD3nsDeSIpSyt7rH8FIE86Tg7inMgf-fGUCiZ917CZ9RJmKDjcn4wl0TKzGSbaFcu7IIwda6tR02vgCQlXL_roLmsyNSrrUgwqLItW7xwYiHFY/s1600-h/September2008+024.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252362146455730098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5p88Vi4Iswov1l3U5-AKSs_XDBYJoiqD3nsDeSIpSyt7rH8FIE86Tg7inMgf-fGUCiZ917CZ9RJmKDjcn4wl0TKzGSbaFcu7IIwda6tR02vgCQlXL_roLmsyNSrrUgwqLItW7xwYiHFY/s320/September2008+024.JPG" border="0" /></a> <strong>Whoa. His coordination has really improved.<br /></strong></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBkjYKjEKDbXq30qn9ibQdae_ri7uHAeSj38z47qycQs6AqdSghv0Dq0TXyTYn4-zU60wwzwQdvJ95vHTThNGmL6xRCMBky86d_CZ5NqNTFoYtAn4KJ3lXB1LUvGSL22UuccVrOAeFR58/s1600-h/wilsonfish.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252361016758580738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBkjYKjEKDbXq30qn9ibQdae_ri7uHAeSj38z47qycQs6AqdSghv0Dq0TXyTYn4-zU60wwzwQdvJ95vHTThNGmL6xRCMBky86d_CZ5NqNTFoYtAn4KJ3lXB1LUvGSL22UuccVrOAeFR58/s320/wilsonfish.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong> Why does this poor Black Drum's face remind me of the Tide-to-go commercial and the talking stain?? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Wha</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">wha</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">wha</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">whawa</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">wha</span>..</strong></div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Nm9wbt7D74QUpDqdN1YzEnqpsfqf-G7hbgPCMCa3xqzvKBODF0vbV__AqqTRp5ZD0xuiTaGNHEq37ft-CqsR39cluBZWNyKW9toF6qxuO_lUnh-ICCzy4q9nCY6BqSccGvT87Kh93iU/s1600-h/September2008+014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252361018104121538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Nm9wbt7D74QUpDqdN1YzEnqpsfqf-G7hbgPCMCa3xqzvKBODF0vbV__AqqTRp5ZD0xuiTaGNHEq37ft-CqsR39cluBZWNyKW9toF6qxuO_lUnh-ICCzy4q9nCY6BqSccGvT87Kh93iU/s320/September2008+014.JPG" border="0" /></a> <strong>Life is great when you have a buddy! Christian and Stephen try to make time to roam the roads each afternoon..thick as <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">thieves</span> they are.</strong></p><p><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLn_PSvmhDFRUYgZ_KVREBXxxFKLZG_pAuuLkQeiWht5p5WTJKQAnxGai3uvqr6gWvVIjnScH8ynBTbBlLQcec82jbriby8flUwrDYHPzVvi856MtDvqtEy35c9DxlLzVQp0rltp1ZDxg/s1600-h/September2008+025.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252361020783056658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLn_PSvmhDFRUYgZ_KVREBXxxFKLZG_pAuuLkQeiWht5p5WTJKQAnxGai3uvqr6gWvVIjnScH8ynBTbBlLQcec82jbriby8flUwrDYHPzVvi856MtDvqtEy35c9DxlLzVQp0rltp1ZDxg/s320/September2008+025.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><strong>You would think she would know by now not to play on a wet playground, especially with her sister and cousin who were looking for an opportunity to soak her. Lesson learned? </strong><br /></p>Dawn :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899370343938642266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387287945842659888.post-63232659532773266462008-09-29T20:46:00.008-04:002008-09-29T21:07:57.972-04:00For this child I have prayed...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGQqbfV5g4L866GT8WnVn-CeEU6enfXpai1JLULa5_Ode5IgBcvNL0yRkF3TryPG00E0a9Wrt6fqUOcTXVzqiHqI8YCbZ5inT6djJREItzIcM-xSBwOWdFg6jPcuzcC9AvZIYqWDQvsnI/s1600-h/September2008+041.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251609670040921874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGQqbfV5g4L866GT8WnVn-CeEU6enfXpai1JLULa5_Ode5IgBcvNL0yRkF3TryPG00E0a9Wrt6fqUOcTXVzqiHqI8YCbZ5inT6djJREItzIcM-xSBwOWdFg6jPcuzcC9AvZIYqWDQvsnI/s320/September2008+041.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong> Introducing Seth Ryan Stanton! </strong></div><div align="center">This weekend we had he privilege of attending the dedication ceremony of my dear friends Brian and Mandy's new son. They have been praying and believing that God would be faithful and allow them to be called "Mommy and Daddy" one more time. Two weeks ago, a precious, brave young lady blessed Brian and Mandy through the miracle of adoption. He is perfect and they are absolutely head over heels in love with their new son. We are rejoicing with them as they celebrate this new addition to the family! </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em>Delight yourself in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart. </em></div><div align="center"><em>Psalm 37:4</em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div>Dawn :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899370343938642266noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387287945842659888.post-84754929439832926732008-09-29T20:03:00.006-04:002008-09-29T20:45:29.197-04:00THIRTeenager!<div align="center">We are now officially the proud parents of a teenager. Jon and I have been bracing ourselves for quite some time expecting her to breakout into sarcasm and slam every door in the house any minute. So far, its quiet on the home front. We'll keep you posted. LOL.</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb5UESay9s2gTMgGJooz7AR63R8y4sywyVUHgkJN3sMekh-4dqnjsAA95xvor4C-ToaUg0Vby5jRE80BX2vAe7zxRQmHDPls1qwbJA1eo6qYtDl1jfEWme0Nk0xtTxz3jEW1_tyTur3yI/s1600-h/My+camera+102.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251599503876958162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb5UESay9s2gTMgGJooz7AR63R8y4sywyVUHgkJN3sMekh-4dqnjsAA95xvor4C-ToaUg0Vby5jRE80BX2vAe7zxRQmHDPls1qwbJA1eo6qYtDl1jfEWme0Nk0xtTxz3jEW1_tyTur3yI/s320/My+camera+102.JPG" border="0" /></a> Happy Birthday Austyn Nadine! What an amazing young lady you are turning out to be..</div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfWjMFRhKBXgk52NDhOBBR-sRsgpBGBRliEz1UAGrukFazaY1JZIfjEzweJwU9n8S_xFewVUJrz3RvMMgzklgAErfksYMb9ogNzSHq_vwWsDwluJJ7e5mZhmgf6m6YFZutBnaEE4rtzQY/s1600-h/My+camera+125.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251599543779985298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfWjMFRhKBXgk52NDhOBBR-sRsgpBGBRliEz1UAGrukFazaY1JZIfjEzweJwU9n8S_xFewVUJrz3RvMMgzklgAErfksYMb9ogNzSHq_vwWsDwluJJ7e5mZhmgf6m6YFZutBnaEE4rtzQY/s320/My+camera+125.JPG" border="0" /></a> Sign of the times: everyone gathering around the computer to see the latest video on YouTube. Thankfully, it was just Bon Qui Qui and some Christian comedians they learned about from Mr. Wade (youth pastor). Nothing thrills my soul like the sound of my children laughing, and we get mighty tickled while watching Bon Qui Qui (will post later for those of you who have never viewed this little jewel). </p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5ppUnPUi5S9tW8gt2p3_XhzrRsPv-A_2miQtn03S1xMKyVsI4RtEG9Ikqd6RwpaPXKwCYQmhFUpJo8rH0qbGqU5-eLdMWNjHmfNY6_kSYbn8YsA0mDNjCNq7F0JUM1xdl90ZzN64PUzo/s1600-h/My+camera+134.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251599569319819218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5ppUnPUi5S9tW8gt2p3_XhzrRsPv-A_2miQtn03S1xMKyVsI4RtEG9Ikqd6RwpaPXKwCYQmhFUpJo8rH0qbGqU5-eLdMWNjHmfNY6_kSYbn8YsA0mDNjCNq7F0JUM1xdl90ZzN64PUzo/s320/My+camera+134.JPG" border="0" /> </p><p align="center"></a>Just another sign of the times: Austyn is sending a text message just before we serenade her with a round of "Happy Birthday". What is the deal with texting? Her phone sounds off at least a zillion times a day..what could be that important? I am certain there will be a new syndrome similar to Carpel Tunnel that is caused by excessive texting. Every young person in the continental US will show symptoms, I am convinced. I do love the new language that has evolved from this means of communication. OMG! Its gr8! I <3>? TTYL.</p><p align="center"></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvPPj0AZ_eaofiNyOnBBX4iKgq89u8H3u9hHcE80po86GRJlArRdDbjM_D6urd-brRis_m75jnBIkvkmMJ7GJE-VQTAuQwMVbPWGuWusm3HkFBIS8KPbsUuzkZnhRSvjHGsIxEpHFp9yY/s1600-h/My+camera+153.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251599571939113778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvPPj0AZ_eaofiNyOnBBX4iKgq89u8H3u9hHcE80po86GRJlArRdDbjM_D6urd-brRis_m75jnBIkvkmMJ7GJE-VQTAuQwMVbPWGuWusm3HkFBIS8KPbsUuzkZnhRSvjHGsIxEpHFp9yY/s320/My+camera+153.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>Taking a break from texting, dancing, singing and video taping the aforementioned activities (via cell phone, of course). There were definitely several future techies in attendance at her party. </p><p align="center">We are so thankful that Austyn has such a good group of girlfriends. Each young lady was very polite and really sweet, and we did not detect a single Eddie Haskell in the bunch. Phew! </p>Dawn :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899370343938642266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387287945842659888.post-85010994750079161272008-09-10T11:15:00.005-04:002008-09-10T11:51:02.091-04:00Lyricosis (a deficiency in lyric clarity)<div align="center">I don't think there is a human on the planet that suffers more from the dreaded "lyricosis" more than yours truly. If there is a song..I can slaughter it good, if you know what I mean. There in lies the rub, because I do love to sing. Just ask my fellow cave dwellers and they will attest that when momma gets going in the shower, there is some serious hacking of perfectly beautiful and allergoric stanzas. More than anything, I love to worship through song.</div><div align="center"> I get a good laugh thinking that the great Hashem (The name,Yahweh,Lord,esh oklah..or whatever <em>you</em> call <strong>Him</strong>) is up there smiling and loving being glorified and at the same time is thinking "Honey, bless your heart..you mean well, don't you?"</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Well, today I was removing some old material from the dinosaur laptop to my fresh and speedy one, when I came across an old file of iTune worship songs. You would have thought I had nothing better to do as I belted out some timeless tunes. The study was rocking with "Shackles" by Mary Mary, "Who Can Satisfy (there is a fountain)?", of course, lots of Chris Tomlin and finally "Promise Me" by Aaron Jeffrey. As I sang (and stammered over the verses that I tend to slaughter) I began to really listen to the words that were being poured out and remembered that they would not return void. </div><div align="center">They were being sung for me and perhaps for you? Were you one of those women who just found out terrible news about your health? Or maybe you were one of those teenagers who just discovered that your whole world is falling</div><div align="center">apart because of a boy or someone who pretended to be your friend..<br />This is for you, word for word from El Roi (the God who sees you): </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />Promise Me</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">It's hard to imagine that I've been there too </div><div align="center">I've felt the passion burning in you</div><div align="center">Every temptation, oh, I understand</div><div align="center">Your savior knows what it is to be a man</div><div align="center">CHORUS:</div><div align="center">Promise me... promise me...</div><div align="center">Before the passion turns to flame</div><div align="center">Promise me you'll call my name</div><div align="center">Promise me... promise me...</div><div align="center">You'll remember these scars of grace</div><div align="center">And remember I took your place</div><div align="center">Promise me</div><div align="center">I know what it's like when the Nightmare comes true</div><div align="center">Someone left a cross for me</div><div align="center">Like they left for you</div><div align="center">Trust me when I say... I've been Where you are</div><div align="center">The strength to live again my child is</div><div align="center">Hidden in the scars</div><div align="center">CHORUS:</div><div align="center">Promise me... promise me...<br />Before the passion turns to flame<br />Promise me you'll call my name<br />Promise me... promise me...<br />You'll remember these scars of grace<br />And remember I took your place<br />Promise me</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">For those who stand, for those who fall </div><div align="center">Strength is found in one place</div><div align="center">Beneath my cross crying out for grace</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">CHORUS: </div><div align="center">PROMISE ME</div>Dawn :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899370343938642266noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-387287945842659888.post-89255431016690959692008-09-01T22:31:00.007-04:002008-09-01T23:34:46.099-04:00Out of the mouths of babes.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig5SikFrrQ0ZnZ_NSlwQ-8z2IZqHV5MXoBsFg2P6_QaWDThCkfj21FSniySwRyYw_BEhS3fSRjh1uDI6kA3r_aCrrP3tQsfMNuy4QSU-fKLJP9mOWuTQcXdYuTqFJJzoQjsDVBPlLnSYc/s1600-h/pray.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241261997318814034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig5SikFrrQ0ZnZ_NSlwQ-8z2IZqHV5MXoBsFg2P6_QaWDThCkfj21FSniySwRyYw_BEhS3fSRjh1uDI6kA3r_aCrrP3tQsfMNuy4QSU-fKLJP9mOWuTQcXdYuTqFJJzoQjsDVBPlLnSYc/s320/pray.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Each night at dinner we like to let our children take turns and pray over our meal. Since they have been tiny, we have allowed them to say whatever comes to mind, hoping we will not squelch their attempt at really conversing with God through some sort of rote prayer (no offense, just our approach). Since the day Stephen caught on as to what was going on, he has wanted to be <em>the one </em>to pray and normally we let him sort of babble some (he has not mastered many spontaneous sentences) and another child will pick up the tail end. Well, tonight I turned to him and asked him to pray over our Labor Day meal that was hot off the grill. He smiled and immediately bowed his head and bellowed out "Dur Lood, think you fur chee-burgers, amen" and the whole table erupted in laughter. Hilarious.<br /></div><div align="center"></div>Dawn :)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10899370343938642266noreply@blogger.com1