<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905120220549979754</id><updated>2011-08-08T13:13:49.661-04:00</updated><category term='so it begins...'/><category term='home birth'/><category term='Mckenzie&apos;s Birth Story'/><title type='text'>Our Growing Tree</title><subtitle type='html'>News, and fun updates about our growing family.  Enjoy reading about
  the wonderful blessings from our
  Lord, and what great things He is 
      doing in our lives.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905120220549979754.post-231566168867305582</id><published>2010-09-09T21:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T21:27:33.879-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home birth'/><title type='text'>Home Birth of "Big Ben"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bgtGYMKTwMY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bgtGYMKTwMY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the slideshow from the birth of our son, Benjamin. The photos were taken by our WONDERFUL friend, Liz. We would never have wanted this birth to be any different. Another beautiful homebirth, of ANOTHER big baby :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905120220549979754-231566168867305582?l=ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/feeds/231566168867305582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905120220549979754&amp;postID=231566168867305582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/231566168867305582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/231566168867305582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/2010/09/home-birth-of-big-ben.html' title='Home Birth of &quot;Big Ben&quot;'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905120220549979754.post-786636440508972030</id><published>2010-08-27T14:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T14:10:48.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Album 08/27/2010, by rebecca pelka</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI4MjkzMjU*MjEyNCZwdD*xMjgyOTMyNTk*NDQzJnA9NjUxMzIxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz1lNTM3ZjliZWJmZDE*/OTVmODE5ZTNmOWE1N2YzNDU3ZSZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.walgreens.com/walgreens/fbshareredirect/p=717271282932546692/l=1278992006/g=34004886/redirectURL=share/otsi=SALBBL/AlbumID=8816363006/a=34004886_34004886/usercomments=I_xqd%20like%20to%20share%20my%20Walgreens%20Photo%20Center%20photos%20with%20you.%20Once%20you%20have%20checked%20out%20my%20photos%20you%20can%20order%20prints%20and%20upload%20your%20own%20photos%20to%20share./counttext=/COBRAND_NAME=walgreens/isForUpload=true/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.walgreens.com/walgreens/getimagetnurl/AlbumID=8816363006/a=34004886_34004886/'/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.walgreens.com/walgreens/fbshareredirect/p=717271282932546692/l=1278992006/g=34004886/redirectURL=share/otsi=SALBBL/AlbumID=8816363006/a=34004886_34004886/usercomments=I_xqd%20like%20to%20share%20my%20Walgreens%20Photo%20Center%20photos%20with%20you.%20Once%20you%20have%20checked%20out%20my%20photos%20you%20can%20order%20prints%20and%20upload%20your%20own%20photos%20to%20share./counttext=/COBRAND_NAME=walgreens/isForUpload=true/'&gt;I'd like to share my Walgreens Photo Center photos with you. Once you have checked out my photos you can order prints and upload your own photos to share.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905120220549979754-786636440508972030?l=ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/feeds/786636440508972030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905120220549979754&amp;postID=786636440508972030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/786636440508972030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/786636440508972030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/2010/08/album-08272010-by-rebecca-pelka.html' title='Album 08/27/2010, by rebecca pelka'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905120220549979754.post-3405681896771351053</id><published>2010-04-18T12:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T12:17:52.359-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Pelka</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;                                 Our newest member...still cookin' :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461512312075024146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/S8swgvGndxI/AAAAAAAAALw/xrkDLLxIr_I/s200/ultrasound+picture+of+ben.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905120220549979754-3405681896771351053?l=ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/feeds/3405681896771351053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905120220549979754&amp;postID=3405681896771351053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/3405681896771351053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/3405681896771351053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/2010/04/baby-pelka.html' title='Baby Pelka'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/S8swgvGndxI/AAAAAAAAALw/xrkDLLxIr_I/s72-c/ultrasound+picture+of+ben.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905120220549979754.post-9164081353267317243</id><published>2010-04-18T11:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T11:52:24.907-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time, no post :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 189px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461505138595713794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/S8sp_Lz30wI/AAAAAAAAALo/LnaCeXH6-dA/s200/grace+and+kenzie+at+castle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOW!!! It has been sooooooooooo long since i wrote last. So much has happened. The girls are getting bigger everyday, and so is mommy...today marks the start of my 30th week of our 3rd pregnancy. Mckenzie is potty trained...YESSSSSS :), and Gracie has become the best big sister ever! The girls love to play together, watch movies together, pretend to have babies together, read books together, etc... They are such a joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the last 2 weeks now, the girls have both had hand, foot and mouth dx...it stinks. they have sores in their mouths that hurt them, and it keeps them from eating much; just drinking...poor babies. But, Praise the Lord, Kenzie is starting to feel better, Grace, not so much yet, but hopefully that day is soon. It has just been a few weeks of lots of books, movies, and cuddles on the couch. Not much housework is getting done, but i think i should use this to get some rest myself ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is nice that we are enjoying some down time together now. We just got ALL of the supplies delivered the other day for our roof and for our fence; both of which need to be done within the next couple of weeks...ahhhh! We will have a busy daddy living with us. I cant help jordan get anything done out there, except for planting the garden (soon), but i can at least hav a really good reason to have the girls outside for hours at a time, and they will be spending time with daddy...at least while he is putting up the fence next week. While the girls are down for their nap latter on today, we are going out to the yard and marking out exactly where the holes need to be for the posts. We found a guy, who comes highly recomended and is very reasonable in price, to come and dig the holes for us...thank goodness. With the tree that we have next door, it would have taken jordan age to dig all the ones that we need. Holes and posts on tuesday, fence up on wednesday. YAAAAAAYYYY!!! Gracie keeps saying that she is excited that we are getting a "new back yard":) cutie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the baby front, we did have an ultrasound, and while we were there, the tech &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/S8sozLtFTSI/AAAAAAAAALg/hPayvd_1INs/s1600/gracie+mommy+kenzie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 220px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461503832897178914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/S8sozLtFTSI/AAAAAAAAALg/hPayvd_1INs/s200/gracie+mommy+kenzie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;turned on the 3D imaging. Apparently our next little wonder likes to suck on his/her toes and looks so much like daddy. The girls came with us, and just like when we visit the midwife's office, their favorite part was listening to the baby's heart beat. The tech said that is is the prettiest heart she had seen in a long time. I am so in love with this baby already. Grace is addicted to kissing my belly, and is SO proud that she is going to be mommy's doula for this labor. She loves to tell me how she is going to help daddy help catch the baby, and she wants to be the one to tell us what the sex is. I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well speaking of those little beauties, i need to go and feed them lunch and get them ready for that nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905120220549979754-9164081353267317243?l=ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/feeds/9164081353267317243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905120220549979754&amp;postID=9164081353267317243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/9164081353267317243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/9164081353267317243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/2010/04/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long time, no post :)'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/S8sp_Lz30wI/AAAAAAAAALo/LnaCeXH6-dA/s72-c/grace+and+kenzie+at+castle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905120220549979754.post-307882321990356061</id><published>2008-11-29T01:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T01:33:29.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/STDh9eWnEpI/AAAAAAAAAII/Ky_W6uPuJjk/s1600-h/black+and+white+mckenzie+101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273963609887019666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/STDh9eWnEpI/AAAAAAAAAII/Ky_W6uPuJjk/s200/black+and+white+mckenzie+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my goodness. tomorrow we are going to be celebrating McKenzie's first birthday. Her party is from 3-5, just a small family get together. Her real birthday is on Monday, Dec 1st, but we wanted to do something on the weekend. She is starting to grow faster. She came out huge, didn't grow very much in the first 9 month, but for the last 3 months, she has been unbelievable. she had 3 teeth come in, and one more should be in any day now, she gained a ton of weight...finally, and she is crawling, and "cruising" everywhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is also starting to get an attitude. She has always done very well with listening to us when we say "no" about something, or "don't touch". but now when she has something that she shouldn't, and we try to take it from her, she has a bit of a fit. This child is going to need so much training of the heart. She is quiet and well behaved, but when it comes to her attitude, we can already see that she is going to be the one that submits on the outside, but stands firm on the inside when we are training her. stubborn...like daddy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gracie is sooooooooooo different. She is physically affectionate, and verbally lovey-dovey, likes cuddles, and all that. But Kenzie...no no no, that will just not do for her. she wants time alone to sleep, you can't rock her into a nap of any kind. she doesn't like cuddles at all. funny kid! but they are still such beautiful gifts from the Lord. And they are both His princesses. And I am very grateful for the opportunity to parent such wonderfully different little girls. It will be a challenge, but one that i know that Christ will back us up all that way on, if we put him first in our family. Praise God for the chance to grow!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905120220549979754-307882321990356061?l=ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/feeds/307882321990356061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905120220549979754&amp;postID=307882321990356061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/307882321990356061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/307882321990356061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-my-goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/STDh9eWnEpI/AAAAAAAAAII/Ky_W6uPuJjk/s72-c/black+and+white+mckenzie+101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905120220549979754.post-840185888216574537</id><published>2008-10-24T12:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T13:03:52.087-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOW!!!!! We have had a busy, but wonderful summer. Our garden provided, well God did, really. We got to spend time outside weeding ever few days. But boy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; much rain. One thing that we did get to do, is scope out some new cool &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;playgraounds&lt;/span&gt; for the girls. We found a great one, not too far away, that has a rock wall that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;gracie&lt;/span&gt; is addicted to. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; loved watching her sister, and falling asleep in the swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SQH8OchimuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/3xahvbtgzrY/s1600-h/funny+girls+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260763164850690786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SQH8OchimuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/3xahvbtgzrY/s200/funny+girls+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracie has been starting to do better with the potty, and this is one of the funny pics that we got of her..Just like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;daddy&lt;/span&gt;!! ha ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;She has grown up so much, in so many ways.  1st, she grew 2 1/2 in 4 months. she is huge!  she has become the best "little mommy" to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kenzie&lt;/span&gt;.  it is beautiful to watch the compassion that God has instilled in her.  she helps me do everything with her.  feeding, changing.  she even nurses her babies when i am nursing the baby, who is no longer such a "baby" anymore herself.  she has also grown a ton.  at 16.12lbs, she is starting to walk with our hands and doing a great job of it.  she gets up and walks around the furniture, crawls all over, and will eat ANYTHING!  They are both changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Jordan and i, he is in a bible study right now about Godly leadership on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; nights, and he is loving it. he gets to a cigar with his dad every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;, and he gets..plenty..of time with the girls in the evenings now,  because i am a busy girl lately.  I was offered an invitation from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Buffalo&lt;/span&gt; Philharmonic Chorus, to be a 1st soprano.  we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;rehearse&lt;/span&gt; every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;, and a few days in a row around the time of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;concerts&lt;/span&gt;, all of which are performed with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;BP&lt;/span&gt; Orchestra.  It is a wonderful challenge for me.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; loving that about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a ton more pics to post, and i will get to that later on.  the In-Laws are joining us for dinner tonight, and i am MAKING &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;pizza&lt;/span&gt;, and wings (baked, i know, not the Buffalo way!) so i has some prep to do while the girls are down for a nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905120220549979754-840185888216574537?l=ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/feeds/840185888216574537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905120220549979754&amp;postID=840185888216574537' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/840185888216574537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/840185888216574537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/2008/10/wow-we-have-had-busy-but-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SQH8OchimuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/3xahvbtgzrY/s72-c/funny+girls+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905120220549979754.post-3868907112765637464</id><published>2008-08-07T20:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T20:56:06.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movin' n' Grovin'</title><content type='html'>Gracie has been a big help with Mckenzie lately. since she has started "creeping" Gracie follows her around and plays with her...its great!!! today kenzie got herself stuck under a chair in the dinning room. Gracie brought her a block to play with...so essential in that situatioon, ha ha ha!! &lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SJuY3UiDe_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/dn4Sf9yXsDE/s1600-h/funny+girls+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231943468292733938 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SJuY3UiDe_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/dn4Sf9yXsDE/s200/funny+girls+021.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; Mckenzie did just turn 8 month on the 1st of this month, and she really is moving. this is a video of her going after her block, and one of queenie's balls. and just check out the smile!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-94a086e813e11a38" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D94a086e813e11a38%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331214846%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DC06F74052FA372B755D6AA2F57F77B5AA529D13.AA61A2FE8FA47C260D0DCFEFE72C995D11CDDCF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D94a086e813e11a38%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWewbk7TBMjhYMmiSlNFy_s4XuSs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D94a086e813e11a38%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331214846%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DC06F74052FA372B755D6AA2F57F77B5AA529D13.AA61A2FE8FA47C260D0DCFEFE72C995D11CDDCF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D94a086e813e11a38%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWewbk7TBMjhYMmiSlNFy_s4XuSs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905120220549979754-3868907112765637464?l=ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=94a086e813e11a38&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/feeds/3868907112765637464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905120220549979754&amp;postID=3868907112765637464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/3868907112765637464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/3868907112765637464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/2008/08/movin-n-grovin.html' title='Movin&apos; n&apos; Grovin&apos;'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SJuY3UiDe_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/dn4Sf9yXsDE/s72-c/funny+girls+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905120220549979754.post-7278155440419610751</id><published>2008-08-07T20:19:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T20:45:12.129-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Company Picnic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SJuTzAWvPSI/AAAAAAAAAHw/9XmPs8e_tLk/s1600-h/funny+girls+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231937896598945058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SJuTzAWvPSI/AAAAAAAAAHw/9XmPs8e_tLk/s200/funny+girls+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every year, jordan's company has a fantastic picnic. this year it was on august 3rd. we have so much fun every time, but this year was the best yet. our friends, the ritenburg's, go every year b/c peter works with jordan. rachael is one of my best friends, and thier daughter hailey is gracies BEST buddy. we go and eat some great food, climb rock walls, ride ponies, swim, play games, get a BUNCH of free goodies (toys for the girls) face painting....everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ab4fd23571b316ed" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dab4fd23571b316ed%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331214846%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2B8058BAE08BA4C57B1EB430E5BA982D31986775.1AEFFCE3158B42446764BA45765A457B37765CF1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dab4fd23571b316ed%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNKY1hWtx16aqf-HGBdZW1hxrAwE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dab4fd23571b316ed%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331214846%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2B8058BAE08BA4C57B1EB430E5BA982D31986775.1AEFFCE3158B42446764BA45765A457B37765CF1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dab4fd23571b316ed%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNKY1hWtx16aqf-HGBdZW1hxrAwE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry you have to watch the rock wall one sideways, but it is so funny. after only a few attempts, she was able to scale this wall in under 30 seconds. we were so proud of her. but a bit thrown back by her insistance of independence. she is growing up so fast. and just look at the kid...she looks like a natural, with the hat, and the sandals. just tooooo cute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracie had so much fun that she completely left consciousness...with a chip in her hand (untouched) not a minute after she asked for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SJuTMjbAMDI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9Y6WK5Fwyzo/s1600-h/funny+girls+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231937235997175858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SJuTMjbAMDI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9Y6WK5Fwyzo/s200/funny+girls+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a great time as a family!! Praise God for this oportunity every year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905120220549979754-7278155440419610751?l=ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ab4fd23571b316ed&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/feeds/7278155440419610751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905120220549979754&amp;postID=7278155440419610751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/7278155440419610751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/7278155440419610751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/2008/08/company-picnic.html' title='Company Picnic'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SJuTzAWvPSI/AAAAAAAAAHw/9XmPs8e_tLk/s72-c/funny+girls+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905120220549979754.post-6755016795897848354</id><published>2008-08-07T20:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T20:19:57.168-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yummy baby!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;there is one more photo that jordan is in love with and would like me to put it on here....so, here it is.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SJuQh-gXVDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/gNWXr0I4Zd4/s1600-h/black+and+white+mckenzie+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231934305509790770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SJuQh-gXVDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/gNWXr0I4Zd4/s200/black+and+white+mckenzie+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...she is sooooooooo yummy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  jordan calls this her "curious george face"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905120220549979754-6755016795897848354?l=ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/feeds/6755016795897848354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905120220549979754&amp;postID=6755016795897848354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/6755016795897848354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/6755016795897848354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/2008/08/yummy-baby.html' title='yummy baby!!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SJuQh-gXVDI/AAAAAAAAAHg/gNWXr0I4Zd4/s72-c/black+and+white+mckenzie+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905120220549979754.post-26330290085919263</id><published>2008-08-02T21:57:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T23:42:21.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun</title><content type='html'>Oh Boy!!! It has been a great summer so far. It is a bunch of my favorite weather....rainy. Lots of thunder. Jordan and i both love sleeping during storms, and both of the girls are proving to be like mommy and daddy with that. Gracie likes watching the rain on the livingroom windows. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been working on our garden, spending time with eachother, and with our friends and family. Our friends Nick and Liz are getting married at the end of august, and we have been having them over as much as we can b/c we know that after they hear wedding bells, we will not see them for a while...as it should be. Anyways...Liz is an amazing photographer, and she has taken some great pics of me for jordan, and also a bunch of black and white of Mckenzie, and a few, so far, of Gracie. now i just have to pick what i want printed...there are so many beautiful ones to choose one. Here are just a couple:&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SJUlo2tnRyI/AAAAAAAAAG4/iIoLAMs5Z8Y/s1600-h/black+and+white+mckenzie+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230127926072526626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SJUlo2tnRyI/AAAAAAAAAG4/iIoLAMs5Z8Y/s200/black+and+white+mckenzie+067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230128291181740162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SJUl-G2bwII/AAAAAAAAAHA/irhv0D0au3E/s200/black+and+white+mckenzie+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SJUmSpWheaI/AAAAAAAAAHI/LvRRMA0OPLc/s1600-h/black+and+white+mckenzie+160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230128644040522146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SJUmSpWheaI/AAAAAAAAAHI/LvRRMA0OPLc/s200/black+and+white+mckenzie+160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gracie decided to take her clothes off and come down the stair like that after her nap on a Sunday afternoon a few weeks ago&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SJUmuDTc0sI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/icSbOv5Cwns/s1600-h/black+and+white+mckenzie+190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230129114863424194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SJUmuDTc0sI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/icSbOv5Cwns/s200/black+and+white+mckenzie+190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gracie loves her sister soooo much!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We also got to go to the beach..were gracie would NOT get out of the water even though it was almost over her head with the waves, and she looked soooo cold. that silly girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4139bf700c1d988d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4139bf700c1d988d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331214846%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D66B455C67F5D44D3EDC71EA9E5C137E72B229A65.83DCBB41680E7DA67989F6D037BD4507E6CD48E0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4139bf700c1d988d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUzLMbXKTDHWiEcAwC9tCFEmXeRg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4139bf700c1d988d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331214846%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D66B455C67F5D44D3EDC71EA9E5C137E72B229A65.83DCBB41680E7DA67989F6D037BD4507E6CD48E0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4139bf700c1d988d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUzLMbXKTDHWiEcAwC9tCFEmXeRg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and we had fun at the zoo together too.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SJUnYLYqd8I/AAAAAAAAAHY/3vaDjSXkKN4/s1600-h/the+zoo+fun+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230129838587279298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SJUnYLYqd8I/AAAAAAAAAHY/3vaDjSXkKN4/s200/the+zoo+fun+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;she loved hangin' out w/ daddy, and pointing at all the cool animals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905120220549979754-26330290085919263?l=ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4139bf700c1d988d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/feeds/26330290085919263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905120220549979754&amp;postID=26330290085919263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/26330290085919263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/26330290085919263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer-fun.html' title='Summer Fun'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SJUlo2tnRyI/AAAAAAAAAG4/iIoLAMs5Z8Y/s72-c/black+and+white+mckenzie+067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905120220549979754.post-658973762751193770</id><published>2008-06-14T14:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T15:15:10.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our crazy month so far</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;WOW!! We have been a busy bunch this past month.  Ever spare moment has been spent in out BIG veggie garden.  We have had one for a few years, but it was always restricted to a small part of the back yard, b/c of the fence &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; was up.   No more of that this year!!!  We got ride of that ugly thing, and we extended the garden quit a bit.  now it is about 125 sq. ft.  big and beautiful.  We will take some pictures as it grows to put up on the site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Gracie was a great help while we were doing all of that work.  When i was busy tilling up that fun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cheektowaga&lt;/span&gt; clay (the ground) she would play with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mckenzie&lt;/span&gt; on a blanket.  Or while I was planting everything, she helped dig the holes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;During all of that outside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;craziness&lt;/span&gt;, Grace, was somehow...POTTY TRAINED!!!  It took one month.  I woke up one morning, said enough is enough.  We use cloth diapers, and the washer was always going, b/c Gracie was always going.  I tossed a potty video on for her a few times over a 2 day period, and got her excited about it.  Then i used my friend Nancy's suggestion.  We lived in the bathroom for 2 more days.  It took her a little longer with pooping, but she finally did it.  it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; great.  She is such a big girl!!!  OH, and she has grown almost one full &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;inch&lt;/span&gt; in the last month alone.  Too big, Too fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;One of the reasons i am so surprised how well Grace did with the potty, is b/c i have been a bit preoccupied with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mckenzie&lt;/span&gt;.  We have been worried about her weight for a while now.  She stared out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; huge, that there is no text book reference for the ideal size of our, now, 61/2 month old infant. For the last few months she has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;weighed&lt;/span&gt; around the same amount, about 12.7-9, when she was born, she was 11.2.  That is enough to make you look at the scale again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; However, i have now entered a new phase of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;motherhood&lt;/span&gt;.  Arguing with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;pediatrician&lt;/span&gt;.  We like to consider ourselves to be very well informed, and education parents when it comes to many things that most parents &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; even question; just simply nod there head to anything a doctor tells them.  When it comes to the health, diet, and physical well being of our girls, WE DO THE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;RESEARCH&lt;/span&gt;!!!   I know what is in formula, and I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;give&lt;/span&gt; it to my kids.  If other parents make other decisions with their kids, that okay.  But we only get certain shots, we take the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;kids&lt;/span&gt; to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;chiropractor&lt;/span&gt; more than to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;pediatrician&lt;/span&gt;, I have my babies at home,and i breastfeed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Over the last few months, with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Kenzie&lt;/span&gt; not gaining much weight, i did more research, and prepared myself for what may be wrong.  ( she is perfect, and exactly he way God created her to be, even if that, one day, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;our&lt;/strong&gt; idea of perfect.) After tons of questions to 1 chiropractor, 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;nutritionists&lt;/span&gt;, and 2 lactation consultants, I had my answer, and we figured out what needed to be done ,  but then the  doctor called us last night.  Although she was telling us that everything about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;blood work&lt;/span&gt; that we had done on her 2 weeks ago was fine, she proceeded to advise me to give formula after i breastfeed her, for the next 2 weeks, just to help her to gain weight faster.  Now, if i was an unquestioning parent, nodding away, then i would say,"yeah, sure", and do what she said.  however, i have, since the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;blood work&lt;/span&gt;, in talking to all of those specialists, found what the problem is (was) and have taken action.  we have noticed a difference in her already.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So, all that explanation, to simply say to everyone reading this blog, the concerned friends and family, we love you and appreciate all of your concern.  God has a plan for his children, and for the health of each and everyone of us, and i am going to go along with that, whatever the outcome.  We are, and always will take care of those beautiful gifts of the Lord, to the best of our ability, and knowledge.   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Mckenzie&lt;/span&gt; is a wonderfully, beautifully, God-woven creation, and she is HEALTHY.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Anyways, i will be posting some pics over the next few days, of both of the girls.  i got some great ones of the girls in the pool, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;gracie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;devouring&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;watermelon&lt;/span&gt; =).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905120220549979754-658973762751193770?l=ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/feeds/658973762751193770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905120220549979754&amp;postID=658973762751193770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/658973762751193770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/658973762751193770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/2008/06/our-crazy-month-so-far.html' title='Our crazy month so far'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905120220549979754.post-5096711049655120988</id><published>2008-05-16T21:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T21:31:02.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;This past week, the Lord revealed himself to our family once again, through overwhelming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;provision&lt;/span&gt;.  He has always provided, but now it is in such HUGE ways.  What a blessing that we can drop to our knees together, and be an example to our children to thank Him for everything...the good and the bad.   And, WOW, is it amazing to say that example come to fruition.  Gracie insists on praying before each meal.  She grabs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mckenzie's&lt;/span&gt; hand and just starts mumbling, "Dear God, ......"  And when she is scared about something at night, she says that she wants to pray about it.  So fantastic!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;  We have all been busy getting our garden ready for the season.  We are extending it quit a bit this year.   We are going to plant a ton of EVERYTHING.  We are going to work on planting extra so that we can give a bunch away.  In the mean time, though, we have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; much tilling to do.  and weeding out the grass that we are going over.  That is the job that Gracie poo gets to help with.  She is helping pull that grass out, and when it comes time to put the plants that we have started into the ground, she is going to help with that too.  I never really understood the whole, "joy in gardening " thing, until we started to do the veggies.  What a great thing to have a hand in feeding your family, and others.  Getting out there in the morning to water everything.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;  I am sure that we will have a few pictures on here from our hard work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt; there.  I just hope that i can take time to get those pics...I am sure i am going to spend a big chunk of my time out there trying to keep Gracie from eating ALL of the tomatoes...her favorite!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905120220549979754-5096711049655120988?l=ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/feeds/5096711049655120988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905120220549979754&amp;postID=5096711049655120988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/5096711049655120988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/5096711049655120988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-past-week-lord-revealed-himself-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905120220549979754.post-6488706999236741711</id><published>2008-05-09T10:38:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T13:57:06.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More pix of my gifts from the Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I have to say that i am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lovin&lt;/span&gt;' this blogging thing. it is reminding me to take more pictures...of everything. Helping me to grab those memories. they are going by so fast. Even if nobody is seeing this except us. We will remember. I love that i get to give glory to God for everything on here too. Its all from Him...the good, and the bad. and i will take it all, and praise him. We will do so as a family.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SCRjVN-HHcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uIIbFk60S1A/s1600-h/the+aquarium,falls+&amp;amp;+home+fun+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198389086070971842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SCRjVN-HHcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uIIbFk60S1A/s200/the+aquarium,falls+%26+home+fun+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SCRjy9-HHeI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Z-JVUTKShKM/s1600-h/the+aquarium,falls+&amp;amp;+home+fun+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198389597172080098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SCRjy9-HHeI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Z-JVUTKShKM/s200/the+aquarium,falls+%26+home+fun+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SCRjdt-HHdI/AAAAAAAAAFA/31qp21NeM7Y/s1600-h/the+aquarium,falls+&amp;amp;+home+fun+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198389232099859922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SCRjdt-HHdI/AAAAAAAAAFA/31qp21NeM7Y/s200/the+aquarium,falls+%26+home+fun+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;on her way to day care, she calls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;it school, so we make sure to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;bring her Dora backpack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SCRk5t-HHfI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7RnhbB9hUmE/s1600-h/gracie+and+mckenzie+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198390812647824882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SCRk5t-HHfI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7RnhbB9hUmE/s200/gracie+and+mckenzie+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;                                                            Learning how to care for, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;                                                                              and love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905120220549979754-6488706999236741711?l=ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/feeds/6488706999236741711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905120220549979754&amp;postID=6488706999236741711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/6488706999236741711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/6488706999236741711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/2008/05/more-pix-of-my-gifts-from-lord.html' title='More pix of my gifts from the Lord'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SCRjVN-HHcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/uIIbFk60S1A/s72-c/the+aquarium,falls+%26+home+fun+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905120220549979754.post-2211165835022779564</id><published>2008-05-08T18:33:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T19:27:46.892-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Early Mother's Day "Trip"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SCOJBr3sInI/AAAAAAAAAEY/6uNU3OTGGx8/s1600-h/the+aquarium,falls+&amp;amp;+home+fun+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198149056964862578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SCOJBr3sInI/AAAAAAAAAEY/6uNU3OTGGx8/s320/the+aquarium,falls+%26+home+fun+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;WOW!!!!!!! I have no word to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;describe&lt;/span&gt; how blessed we are. The Lord has provided for us for sure this week. (as usual...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know why we would ever  think otherwise). we were able to take the girls to the Niagara Aquarium, and to see the Falls. Gracie, still, had never been. "waterfall!!" I wanted to do something, just the four of us for Mother's Day. and we are going out with my family on Sunday, so i wanted to do it when Jordan was off this past Tuesday. we were thinking about the Museum of play in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rochester&lt;/span&gt;, but we decided to stay closer to home. Gracie had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sooooooo&lt;/span&gt; much fun. It was beautiful to watch her with Jordan, while he explained different things to her; the names of different fish, and what they eat. But the best was hearing her say the word "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;anemone&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SCOGR73sIiI/AAAAAAAAADw/c7F7KKS74ro/s1600-h/the+aquarium,falls+&amp;amp;+home+fun+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198146037602853410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SCOGR73sIiI/AAAAAAAAADw/c7F7KKS74ro/s200/the+aquarium,falls+%26+home+fun+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Grace and Daddy, watching the Sea lion show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SCOJlr3sIoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/3MAWBGMLuGQ/s1600-h/the+aquarium,falls+&amp;amp;+home+fun+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198149675440153218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SCOJlr3sIoI/AAAAAAAAAEg/3MAWBGMLuGQ/s200/the+aquarium,falls+%26+home+fun+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SCOJ_r3sIpI/AAAAAAAAAEo/3FY8VmGY78o/s1600-h/the+aquarium,falls+&amp;amp;+home+fun+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198150122116752018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SCOJ_r3sIpI/AAAAAAAAAEo/3FY8VmGY78o/s200/the+aquarium,falls+%26+home+fun+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;...Such curiosity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;                                                           &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mckenzie&lt;/span&gt;, getting a little look at the "underwater world" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Daddy took her for a minute to give her a better view&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mckenzie&lt;/span&gt; and i got to hang back a little bit. I had her in a carrier on me the whole time, and i think that she loved the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;uninterrupted&lt;/span&gt; mommy time. She and i, at one point, just sat down on a big, fake rock that they have next to the HUGE sea loin tank. I fed her right there, while The sea lions made Grace &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;laughed&lt;/span&gt; so hard, b/c they liked to show off for her. They would swim right at her, and when they got w/in inches of the glass they would turn to the side, and swim off. When we first walked in, they were in the middle of the sea show, and we all enjoyed those funny guys balancing the balls, and doing flips and things for the trainer. While we were downstairs looking into the tank, one of the sea lions started playing with a small orange traffic cone. He would use his nose to bring it up to the surface of the water, and he would let it go so that he cold go get it, and play his little game all over again. But whenever he would let it go, Gracie would say "uh-oh, he drop it", and when he retrieved it once again, she would react with "good job, shark". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;After we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;left&lt;/span&gt; the aquarium, we headed down to the falls. "WOW, bathtub....I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;swimmin&lt;/span&gt;' ", and as we drove along the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Niagara&lt;/span&gt; river to find a parking space she said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;oooo&lt;/span&gt;, bubbles...I go tubby". So funny.We stayed there for a little bit, but both of the girls were starting to fall asleep in our arms so we headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SCOIE73sImI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ziDrb7GDt5Y/s1600-h/the+aquarium,falls+&amp;amp;+home+fun+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198148013287809634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SCOIE73sImI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ziDrb7GDt5Y/s200/the+aquarium,falls+%26+home+fun+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Funny faces, in new places!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SCOLXb3sIqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QDmX9mu4RB0/s1600-h/the+aquarium,falls+&amp;amp;+home+fun+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198151629650272930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SCOLXb3sIqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/QDmX9mu4RB0/s200/the+aquarium,falls+%26+home+fun+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                    &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;** What a WONDERFUL Mother's Day **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905120220549979754-2211165835022779564?l=ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/feeds/2211165835022779564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905120220549979754&amp;postID=2211165835022779564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/2211165835022779564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/2211165835022779564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/2008/05/our-early-mothers-day-trip.html' title='Our Early Mother&apos;s Day &quot;Trip&quot;'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SCOJBr3sInI/AAAAAAAAAEY/6uNU3OTGGx8/s72-c/the+aquarium,falls+%26+home+fun+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905120220549979754.post-6077168892601223933</id><published>2008-05-02T12:46:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T15:47:16.799-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mckenzie's Dedication..(video of)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;There are a ton of pictures, and i am only including a couple &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;* I wish everyone could have been there, but now you can view the photos, and be a part of our special day as a FAMILY!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SBtIV9VD8JI/AAAAAAAAADI/h6cnNiqCs2I/s1600-h/Mckenzies+dedication+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195826137179353234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SBtIV9VD8JI/AAAAAAAAADI/h6cnNiqCs2I/s200/Mckenzies+dedication+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195826369107587234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SBtIjdVD8KI/AAAAAAAAADQ/eihuuW1Dm2Q/s200/Mckenzies+dedication+002.jpg" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SBtJAdVD8LI/AAAAAAAAADY/Zc5EiCm4nZo/s1600-h/Mckenzies+dedication+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195826867323793586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SBtJAdVD8LI/AAAAAAAAADY/Zc5EiCm4nZo/s200/Mckenzies+dedication+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195827481504116930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="241" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SBtJkNVD8MI/AAAAAAAAADg/v3bofUl_vEk/s320/Mckenzies+dedication+019.jpg" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SBtKWNVD8NI/AAAAAAAAADo/0ii03-Q1FqY/s1600-h/Mckenzies+dedication+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195828340497576146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SBtKWNVD8NI/AAAAAAAAADo/0ii03-Q1FqY/s200/Mckenzies+dedication+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905120220549979754-6077168892601223933?l=ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/feeds/6077168892601223933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905120220549979754&amp;postID=6077168892601223933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/6077168892601223933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/6077168892601223933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/2008/05/mckenzies-dedicationvideo-of.html' title='Mckenzie&apos;s Dedication..(video of)'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SBtIV9VD8JI/AAAAAAAAADI/h6cnNiqCs2I/s72-c/Mckenzies+dedication+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905120220549979754.post-1134253313829763376</id><published>2008-05-02T10:37:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T11:20:38.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful fun with my girls this morning!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SBsoVdVD8EI/AAAAAAAAACg/hUEHCCOwHxo/s1600-h/ebay+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195790944217329730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SBsoVdVD8EI/AAAAAAAAACg/hUEHCCOwHxo/s200/ebay+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gracie&lt;/span&gt; helped me make pizza the other day....and as usual, she had a blast!!! she kept picking at the dough, and eating it. Silly Goose. he he he, she is so funny. then she decided to put her hands in the big container i keep the flower in, take some out and sprinkle it on her head, and on the dog. Jordan and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; help but laugh a ton. And of course she "helped" us with the cheese...aka, she ate it as she was putting it on the pizza. so cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SBsrF9VD8FI/AAAAAAAAACo/tivDhCTX-8Y/s1600-h/ebay+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195793976464240722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SBsrF9VD8FI/AAAAAAAAACo/tivDhCTX-8Y/s200/ebay+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This morning, after i got her dressed, while she was watching Elmo's World, i braided her hair. after i was done she looked at me and said " beautiful?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i love her hair this length b/c i can do a few things with it. but i have to say, if i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; do anything to it she has a mullet, and it drives Aunt Rachael &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nuts&lt;/span&gt;. To make it look a better, Rachael said that she is going to cute her hair for me soon. nothing crazy, just to even it out a little. lets hope that she sits still for the scissors!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I am not sure if it going to happen any time soon though. Rachael is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;soooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; sick already with this pregnancy. Very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nauseous&lt;/span&gt;, all the time. So we are praying for that a bunch....yes we..Gracie and mommy. my cutie prays by herself now!!! Before bed, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nap time&lt;/span&gt; or nighttime, she get on her knees at the side of her bed, folds her hands together, and bows her head. When she prays, it is very muffled, and I cant understand much of it, but i know that the Lord is being praised and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; glorified in her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;innocence&lt;/span&gt;, and beautiful prayers that only he understands. Once and a while, though, you can pick up a name or 2. Lately those have been, Aunt Rachael, Hailey, and her new friend Abby from school(she goes to a friends day care 1 day a week for the fun with other kids, she LOVES it). It is such a wonderful thing, to see her worshiping the Lord. it makes you think "wow, i am teaching her some things the right way." and that childlike innocence, is such a real inspiration. it encourages my walk with the Lord to be more one of those with my "daddy". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;On a different note, when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Mckenzie&lt;/span&gt; woke up this morning she was all smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SBssydVD8HI/AAAAAAAAAC4/d_6OOgg-YxM/s1600-h/ebay+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195795840480047218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SBssydVD8HI/AAAAAAAAAC4/d_6OOgg-YxM/s200/ebay+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Gracie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; stop kissing her, and telling her she loved her.  so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;refreshing&lt;/span&gt; watching such pure love for her sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SBssh9VD8GI/AAAAAAAAACw/-NhrJ20TY7s/s1600-h/ebay+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195795557012205666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SBssh9VD8GI/AAAAAAAAACw/-NhrJ20TY7s/s200/ebay+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195796192667365506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SBstG9VD8II/AAAAAAAAADA/E8UD4XLDouA/s200/ebay+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;then she proceeded to hop onto the back of the coach and put BIG smudges all over the mirror that i just cleaned yesterday....but to be honest, i like them best when they have little hand prints all over them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;while i was feeding the baby, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Gracie&lt;/span&gt; wanted to take care of her baby, so she put her in the swing, but she saw me taking a picture so she ran around to hide.  she has so much energy in the morning.  that is when we like to go crazy, and tickle, and sing songs the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-df99802ef25f732d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddf99802ef25f732d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331214846%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D32077824F0EB3B2F4DA60D1CE1BFE7C45D93422D.7BB62A29E9CB2964A32136AFAD7AD3EBE1289BC4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddf99802ef25f732d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dfut0Ee7n6FIdOEiLvsvzJiRY8rE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddf99802ef25f732d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331214846%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D32077824F0EB3B2F4DA60D1CE1BFE7C45D93422D.7BB62A29E9CB2964A32136AFAD7AD3EBE1289BC4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddf99802ef25f732d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dfut0Ee7n6FIdOEiLvsvzJiRY8rE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;well we are going to work on learning our colors now, and i have to do some cleaning b/f tomorrow.  i have a sitter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; over in the afternoon an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;.  i have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;sound&lt;/span&gt; check/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;rehearsal&lt;/span&gt; at 4 for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;concert&lt;/span&gt; that i am performing in on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;.  it is downtown at the Delaware Baptist Church at 4p. i am singing with a good friend of mine, Liz, and the whole worship team, and the worship leader from our church.  we are one of the opening acts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; Brianna Scott, a big name in hip hop christian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;music&lt;/span&gt;, comes on.  we are all looking forward to it.  but it is going to be a busy weekend.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905120220549979754-1134253313829763376?l=ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=df99802ef25f732d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/feeds/1134253313829763376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905120220549979754&amp;postID=1134253313829763376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/1134253313829763376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/1134253313829763376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/2008/05/wonderful-fun-with-my-girls-this.html' title='Wonderful fun with my girls this morning!!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SBsoVdVD8EI/AAAAAAAAACg/hUEHCCOwHxo/s72-c/ebay+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905120220549979754.post-6160377621057050147</id><published>2008-04-28T14:10:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T10:28:20.747-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenzie's dedication/ Blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SBYYutVD8BI/AAAAAAAAABw/iI-bHDIgGyo/s1600-h/gracie+and+mckenzie+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194366410939428882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SBYYutVD8BI/AAAAAAAAABw/iI-bHDIgGyo/s320/gracie+and+mckenzie+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, we had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mckenzie&lt;/span&gt; dedicated yesterday. it was wonderful to have our WHOLE family there to support us. both sets of parents, grandmothers, uncle rick, and Rachael and Peter brought Hailey along as well. it was a great day of love and the Lord. the weather held up so that we were able to enjoy the sunshine a bit (with sweaters on) . and of course all the guys..Jordan, Peter, Jordan's father were all out there smoking their yukky cigars.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rachael and i tried to put the girls down for a nap together.....NOT. instead, those cute little girls took &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gracie's&lt;/span&gt; dresser apart, trying on ALL of her cloths in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;process&lt;/span&gt;. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;adorable&lt;/span&gt;. i love that they have so much fun together. since there was no nap, Grace was in bed very early, and mommy and daddy got to just hang out and relax. it was a lovely day/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This morning, Gracie helped me juice a bunch of veggies. she loves throwing the carrots in. she put some apples in too, but she would shove them, and they would get stuck. when that happened, all you would hear was "uh-oh" she had a blast. and she kept trying to drink it out of the measuring cup that i catch the juice with. once i put it into her cup, she drank it right down. i did give a few ounces of it to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;McKenzie&lt;/span&gt;, and she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lovin&lt;/span&gt;' it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love having Gracie help me with things like that. that most fun that we have in the kitchen together, is when we are going to have pizza for super. I make it from scratch...and she LOVES making the dough. when i am kneading it out onto the cookie sheet she says "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;punch&lt;/span&gt; it, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;punch&lt;/span&gt; it" as she pushes her hands along the edges of the sheet to get it to spread. we dump the sauce on, and she paints it around with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;basting&lt;/span&gt; brush. Daddy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;shreds&lt;/span&gt; the cheese, and Gracie sprinkles it all over...what is left after she eats a handful or two of it, he he he! Jordan likes peperoni on it, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; Grace is putting it on, she forgets what it tasted like the time before, so i have a cup of water ready...she takes a tiny bite "a hot, a hot" she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;throws&lt;/span&gt; it back down on the pizza and turns her nose up at it. she and I are both in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;agreement&lt;/span&gt;..."daddy, you can have your pepperoni."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;both of the girls are down for a nap, and i am going to head down and make some soup for dinner tonight. i have a bunch of ingredients, but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; decided what i am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to use yet. some barley, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;lentils&lt;/span&gt;, white beans?? who knows. but i am just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; that we have food to keep our family healthy. there are all of these people around the world now, because of these food shortages, that something as simple as beans or rice, is a stretch. Praise God our Provider that we live where we do, and even when some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; able to afford food, there are opportunities in this country that offer assistance. so many of those other countries &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; even have the food to offer their struggling citizens. so i am headed off, to praise the Lord for many things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905120220549979754-6160377621057050147?l=ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/feeds/6160377621057050147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905120220549979754&amp;postID=6160377621057050147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/6160377621057050147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/6160377621057050147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/2008/04/kenzies-dedication-blessings.html' title='Kenzie&apos;s dedication/ Blessings'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SBYYutVD8BI/AAAAAAAAABw/iI-bHDIgGyo/s72-c/gracie+and+mckenzie+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905120220549979754.post-770911019495181076</id><published>2008-04-26T16:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T10:28:56.377-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracie poo!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SBOMe9VD8AI/AAAAAAAAABo/ZP77O2xT3Ug/s1600-h/birth+of+mckenzie+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193649258775179266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SBOMe9VD8AI/AAAAAAAAABo/ZP77O2xT3Ug/s200/birth+of+mckenzie+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Gracie Loo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hoo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;showin&lt;/span&gt;' of her cuteness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905120220549979754-770911019495181076?l=ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/feeds/770911019495181076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905120220549979754&amp;postID=770911019495181076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/770911019495181076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/770911019495181076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/2008/04/gracie-poo.html' title='Gracie poo!!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SBOMe9VD8AI/AAAAAAAAABo/ZP77O2xT3Ug/s72-c/birth+of+mckenzie+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905120220549979754.post-1598802163881010807</id><published>2008-04-26T14:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T14:47:56.478-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracie did some coloring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                               &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;gracie did some coloring yesterday....enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;                                                                     she did!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SBN4fNVD7_I/AAAAAAAAABg/e4CMcllWf3E/s1600-h/gracie"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193627272837591026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SBN4fNVD7_I/AAAAAAAAABg/e4CMcllWf3E/s320/gracie%27s+picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905120220549979754-1598802163881010807?l=ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/feeds/1598802163881010807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905120220549979754&amp;postID=1598802163881010807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/1598802163881010807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/1598802163881010807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/2008/04/gracie-did-some-coloring.html' title='Gracie did some coloring'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SBN4fNVD7_I/AAAAAAAAABg/e4CMcllWf3E/s72-c/gracie%27s+picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905120220549979754.post-4318167943869458395</id><published>2008-04-26T13:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T10:30:05.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Gracie Loo-Hoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;my cute patutie little Gracie girl, has a diaper rash, and her poor little bum is sooo red. she must have peed or something last night, in her diaper, b/c she woke up at 3am, screaming so stinking loud. daddy grabbed her from upstairs, we took her diaper off, and tossed her into bed with us. Jordan had to be up very early for work today, so he took a futon mattress that we have and tossed it on the floor in the living room. she and i laid their, so that when he got up (am) that he could turn the light on in the bedroom to get dressed w/out bothering us. well, she ended up staying awake until 6:30 am, that's an hour and a half AFTER he left for work. in the mean time the baby woke to eat, i put he back down after she finished, and when Gracie finally went back to sleep, we were able to get a little rest. we woke up to Grandma Hurd calling to let us know that she was taking Aunt Ki Ki (my sister Katie) to the Dr. apparently she has laryngitis...yuk!! when they were on their way home they stop to see us&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193620087357304754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="192" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SBNx89VD77I/AAAAAAAAABE/LI4hqeq1GsA/s200/gracie+and+mckenzie+039.jpg" width="149" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Gracie was so happy to see them, "kiki, kiki, kiki" it has been a while since mom has seen the girls, she is so crazy with this schedule that she has now. so i suggested that they take Gracie home to spend the night. she couldn't get into their car fast enough. "to grandma's!!!" she was sooo happy. what a blessing that she loves all of her grandparents so much. family is a wonderful gift from the Lord. so i get a chance to do a little computer time, cleaning, before tomorrow, and i think we are having some friends over tonight, so it will be a nice night, and a calm morning getting ready for church. gracie is coming with grandma and grandpa. so i will only have to struggle getting myself dressed in the morning.( which is getting increasingly more frustrating....the curse of large boobs...nothing looks conservative. GRRR!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my morning with gracie though; I just love sleeping with her sooooo much. she wakes up so sweaty, and stuck to my arm, she has bad morning breath....and i love every part of it!!! so beautiful. i was afraid, fo some stupid reason, that my love for her would change with the new baby ( i think every mother thinks of that) but it has only strengthened. now i get to see her as the most wonderful big sister. when i brought the baby down briefly to feed her this AM, Grace was all over her. hugs, kisses, "i luv you kendy" "nice baby" drink your milkies, baby". it is sooooo precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am dedicating these children to the Lord....surrendering them to Him. they are His, not mine, but what a wonderful thing that I am the one that He has entrusted to care for them, train them, teach them about him, with His help of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just started raining. we have been waiting for it for a couple of weeks now i think...the thirsty ground is drinking it up. i cant wait to get out there to plant our veggies this year. this rain is going to get that ground ready for the plants. i am going to grow so much this year. cant wait. well i am going to head downstairs to get the house ready for our company tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905120220549979754-4318167943869458395?l=ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/feeds/4318167943869458395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905120220549979754&amp;postID=4318167943869458395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/4318167943869458395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/4318167943869458395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/2008/04/little-gracie-loo-hoo.html' title='Little Gracie Loo-Hoo'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SBNx89VD77I/AAAAAAAAABE/LI4hqeq1GsA/s72-c/gracie+and+mckenzie+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905120220549979754.post-1321269063935818963</id><published>2008-04-26T13:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T10:31:06.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrendering to Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;WOW!!! cant believe that tomorrow is the day that we are getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kenzie&lt;/span&gt; dedicated already. she is going to be 5 months old on the first of may. TIME!!!! it flies out the window. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt; BLINK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our family &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; only going to be celebrating the dedication tomorrow, but also that my best friend, the girls Aunt Rachael, is FINALLY pregnant. we have all been praying for this for a while. her first is going to be 4 a month before her due date ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; eve) she called me last week and asked me to be her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doula&lt;/span&gt;. DUH!! of course. what a beautiful blessing to be there when a life enters into the world ; so that you can physically see them; what is this crap that it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; a person when it is first created....bugs me for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, she had just recently surrendered that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;struggle&lt;/span&gt; to the Lord, and he showed himself faithful if his children are faithful, yet again. these days i am all about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;surrendering&lt;/span&gt;. i have a small group bible study at my home every other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; night, and at the last meeting, we spoke mainly of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;surrender&lt;/span&gt;. a friend, Marylou, led the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;discussion&lt;/span&gt;, and brought us each a small white flag to remind us of the "act" of surrender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan and i have begun LIVING that word. it is a struggle, and an everyday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt;. you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; just do it once. you do it daily. and what blessings have been showered down on us because we are trusting the Lord to lead our path and provide...a big one lately. He just recently spoke into my heart to quit the "job" that i have had since Gracie was born. i worked with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Partylite&lt;/span&gt;. i felt that it was only something for us for a time, and God told me when i was done. we are now only living on one income, while we trust the Lord to provide massage and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;doula&lt;/span&gt; clients for me. but when we do submit to the Lord on that daily basis, and remain in him, and faithful, well, our cups are overflowing. it makes me wonder why anyone would not want to know him with such intimacy, that their lives are in their "daddy's" hands. such a breath of fresh air it is. Personally, i have never known such peace, joy and contentment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905120220549979754-1321269063935818963?l=ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/feeds/1321269063935818963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905120220549979754&amp;postID=1321269063935818963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/1321269063935818963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/1321269063935818963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/2008/04/surrendering-to-daddy.html' title='Surrendering to Daddy'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905120220549979754.post-7790976107770746739</id><published>2008-04-25T12:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T10:32:00.812-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mckenzie&apos;s Birth Story'/><title type='text'>Mckenzie's Birth Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SBIVKdVD76I/AAAAAAAAAA8/FPSj4Rm6VmQ/s1600-h/birth+of+mckenzie+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193236589727444898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SBIVKdVD76I/AAAAAAAAAA8/FPSj4Rm6VmQ/s200/birth+of+mckenzie+108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Mckenzie’s Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;… only the beginning of my own.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Written on Dec 16th, 2007 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I had convinced myself that this baby was going to come early. I had gotten so large so fast, not gaining much weight...it was all baby. However, early, was not the case. Quit the contrary. My due date was Nov 20th, 2007, and on that day, because of my mindset, I already felt as if I was overdue. It felt like it was never going to happen, because I could tell that my body was still not were it needed to be yet. A few days later, I felt that my body was ready, which made frustrations grow when still noting but Braxton-hicks was happening. I had not been paying attention to were me heart and mind were, and those were the 2 factors holding things closed, and postponing what I had grown so impatient for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;At, I believe, 4 or 5 days past due, I finally got my head right, I pushed my aggravation to a far part of my mind, and did everything that I could to maintain a positive attitude and environment for myself and my husband, Jordan. I instead, turned my attention and energy towards our other daughter, Grace. Spending time loving her. This was one of the hardest parts of waiting. Having to maintain that positive attitude in the midst of those fake contractions, that were teasing us. I would get my hopes up, thinking it was the real thing. Then having to realign my heart. I was exhausted by this. My wonderful midwife, Eileen, had a few times, suggested acupuncture, to help get things started. Even though I am a massage therapist, and know what it would do for me, I still resisted. However at 10 days I gave up, and made an appointment with Stacey...that appointment was a huge part of my birth. I went into labor that afternoon. But not before I truly had that chance to totally center my heart, mind, spirit, and energy. Afterwards, I held onto that internal harmony, focused on my breathing, and my baby. I even left my hair down for the rest of the night, so that none of myself was on knots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;At about 2:30am ( December 1, 2007 ) I woke to a few very strong contractions. “They didn’t stop overnight!!” I was so grateful . I smiled, went to the bathroom, and went to lay back down with my hubby. I wanted to cuddle, and get some love and energy from him. And share my joy, of what would be happening soon. But I was only able to lay there with him for a short time. By 4am I was ready to walk around and take a shower. I held off on the shower for a little bit, while I walked and prayed; keeping my heart in line with God’s, and in that positive place. I called Eileen at around 5:30am, to give her a heads up. She said to call her back if anything changed. From that point on, I lost all concept of time…it was actually happening! I called her back soon after that. The rushes were coming faster, and harder, and the weather was turning rough quickly as well (typical Buffalo December) and I didn’t want anyone to be rushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;My best friend, Rachael got to the house first, just after Jordan’s parents came and picked Grace up for us. I was so grateful to see her. I had been holding onto Jordan, swaying back and forth during contractions. And when she got there, we had a chance to connect, while I held onto her during each one. Jordan was getting the birthing pool ready for me in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193221419902955362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SBIHXdVD72I/AAAAAAAAAAc/JFSwuzvID8w/s320/birth+of+mckenzie+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Beautiful connecting time with Rachael &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I was surprised at how uncomfortable I got, and how fast I got there, and needed that pool, and the water. It felt great when I got in. I was in for quit awhile. With every contraction I needed silence from everyone, but in between, we had the greatest conversations. It felt like a party, with the only people in the world that I wanted to be with in those moments. We shared wonderful stories with each other.&lt;br /&gt;In the pool, enjoying the company, and wonderful conversation.&lt;br /&gt;There was a point though, that I couldn’t concentrate on anything but the contractions. They were coming hard and fast. I had gotten out of the pool to pee, and found myself more comfortable on the toilet trying to push. That is when I started feeling like I was going to loose it. My mind felt like a ball of yarn that was coming unwound, but it somehow remained tethered. Jordan helped so much at that point. I took his hand, and he leaned in and told me to take strength from him. I concentrated on his beautiful eyes, and did just that that.&lt;br /&gt;From then on, I was in and out of the pool a few more times, to pee, and walk, and on one of the trips back to the pool, I needed to squat, and push, and that is when “God told us that we should not have worried about having a clean house for this”, Jordan joked later. My water broke all over the off -white carpet in my hallway. I tried to stay there and push, but it didn’t feel like it was time yet. So I got back into the pool. I was having the most incredible rushes, and making the most incredible sounds, that were helping me ride those waves, and allowing me to relax and open. I had moments were I felt like I couldn’t do it, and I said that out loud once or twice, but as soon as that came out of my mouth, being the know -it- all that I am, I didn’t want anyone else to have a chance to correct me, so I corrected myself immediately,. “Yes I can, Yes I can, Yes I can!!” But there were points were I did need some reminding and guidance. I was resisting getting on the same page as the baby, and was just paying attention to myself. Eileen said that we needed to “ work together” as soon as she said that, I went into a trance of sorts, inward to my heart, and the baby, allowing that teamwork. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193231989817470834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SBIQ-tVD73I/AAAAAAAAAAk/2OaSK9kBJiU/s320/birth+of+mckenzie+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eileen checking the babies heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;....always strong, and beautiful to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I stared to feel myself opening more, but when I tried to push, it still didn’t feel like it was time. I went into the bathroom, and tried to push there again; this time squatting on the floor, in front of the bathtub. That is when I started to feel like I needed to push. That is what was helping me cope with the contractions. It felt like I was trying that for a wile, and I was still not feeling any bulging or her head. Eileen asked me to go into the bedroom, so that she could check me, and see what was holding her back from coming down any further. When she did, she found that a piece of the cervix had fallen down in front of her head after my water broke, holding her back a bit. She tried to massage it out of the way, but that was almost more to handle than the contractions. So she encouraged me to breath through a few more without pushing to see if those contractions would help move the cervix, without me putting pressure on it by pushing. This was the hardest part of the birth. My mind wanted to push, but my body knew that it needed to hold off for a time more. I needed to wait. They turned the lights off, to decrease stimulation, and let me try to relax, and focus on my breathing. It was so hard not pushing, but Jordan laid down right next to me, and held me. And Rachael touched my legs, stayed connected to me., and prayed with us. What a beautiful blessing her mothering was at that moment. Eileen and our other midwife walked out and gave the 3 of us a chance to work together, and get our hearts in the same place. They helped me through each one. Between rushes, I felt like I fell asleep, then would wake to another. My body was taking much needed regrouping time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Finally I was able to get up, to start pushing again. The cervix had still not moved, but we all trusted my body that what needed to happen would happen…and we allowed that. I started to get off of the bed, and everyone else left to get ready for me in the other room. Willie stayed behind to help me up. When I stood I had a few of my strongest ones yet. And all I could do was hold onto her, and push, she held me up, and kissed my head, and told me that I was doing a wonderful job. We made our way into the bathroom, and I got back into the same position I had tried to push in 2 hours before , but this time I knew that we were ready. Jordan stood in the tub, I squatted I front of it, and he held me up. Both of the midwives were behind me, and Rachael had to stand on top of the toilet with the video camera. It was one heck of a squeeze, but it felt like the right place. I had wanted to deliver in the pool, but I needed to feel the floor, solid under me, and gravity. I started pushing, and my body made progress fast. I felt such pressure as I stretched. I felt my mind flirting with the idea that I may tear, but I have noticed, in retrospect, that I found myself doing what I had done with all of my fears and doubts through the entire labor that day, I had been compartmentalizing all of those thoughts. I acknowledged it, and quickly pushed it away. I knew that if I held on to it, I would hold back. But as the contractions continued, I knew that the only way to get them to stop, was to work, and push her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Having Eileen at a certain point tell me to “give it all you’ve got” helped with what she and the baby were doing. After her head was out, I got a small rest, before her shoulders, which needed a little convincing . Eileen helped them clear, Willie gave a bit of pelvic pressure, and again told me to “push like crazy”. She fell out into Eileen’s arms at 5:25pm…BIG and BEAUTIFUL. Crying, making beautiful sounds. She handed us our baby, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She was covered in blood and poop, and I loved every inch of her. Jordan took her for a minute, and I cut the cord. I held her and nursed her right away. She was great at it. Like she was an old pro. I sat back on the toilet, to try to give the placenta time to come. After a bit, they took the baby to get some measurements, while I delivered the placenta. Willie stayed with me, and Jordan, went to help Eileen do the baby’s measurments, while Rachael taped. It was a good thing that she did, b/c when we found out what she weighed, the reactions in my house were hysterical, and priceless….11lbs. 2ozs. 21 ¾ inches long. My beautiful little giant. My jaw dropped…I DID IT!! I had followed through with what I knew was best for my baby, and myself. And I did it, with a baby that big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;** WHAT AMAZING THINGS ARE POSSIBLE, when we trust our bodies, and let them do what they need to do, to make what needs to happen, happen!&lt;br /&gt;After I had delivered the placenta, and they finished with the baby, we got back into the pool together, Jordan got in, and his parents dropped Gracie off for us. She couldn’t get naked fast enough…”pool, baby, swimmin’ .” It was perfect, and our true glimpse of heaven. With the four of us together. Loving each other, and welcoming our newest member, Mckenzie Alexandria to the world, and thanking our Lord for how beautiful it was.&lt;br /&gt;After we got out, Jordan took grace and put her in bed, and got himself cleaned up. The girls helped me get into bed, and got something for me to eat and drink. The midwives left the bedroom, to take care of a few things, and that gave Rachael and I some alone time, I was so full of love and gratitude for everyone that was with me all day, and so much for her, my sister. I just needed to take that time to express my heart to her. It was such a beautiful night.&lt;br /&gt;Both my parents, and Jordan’s came over right away to see the baby, but before they did, we pulled the champagne that I had chilling from the fridge, and we all, Eileen, Willie, Rachael, Jordan, and myself, had a beautiful toast, and sang happy birthday to Mckenzie…so beautiful, so perfect!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SBIRjdVD74I/AAAAAAAAAAs/owDAaLw77_s/s1600-h/birth+of+mckenzie+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193232621177663362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px" height="238" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SBIRjdVD74I/AAAAAAAAAAs/owDAaLw77_s/s320/birth+of+mckenzie+040.jpg" width="340" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Our piece of heaven&lt;br /&gt;…Mommy, Mckenzie, Gracie, and Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SBISntVD75I/AAAAAAAAAA0/kwa9Sx-50gQ/s1600-h/birth+of+mckenzie+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193233793703735186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SBISntVD75I/AAAAAAAAAA0/kwa9Sx-50gQ/s320/birth+of+mckenzie+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Willie, Me w/ Mckenzie,&lt;br /&gt;Rachael, and Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;….This has been a story of the day that our second daughter came into the world. But it was only the beginning of another birth story, my own. And the rediscovery of passions, and self, through an experience that only one other in my life, can top. Through the mothering of two beautiful midwives. The unwavering support of a true sister, and the intimate connection with my husband. All, through this entire experience.&lt;br /&gt;The realizations of what is possible. What I can do!! The trust that I can have in myself, the strength that the Lord gives, and the incredible emotional, mental, and physical journey, that so many woman are denied, refuse out of fear, or lack of information to make a different choice. INCREADIBLE Options! I want every woman, to have the chance to take that journey. It unlocks, vast and unknown potential, love, and discovery. It opens a door to comprehending your own possibility. You realize that the walls that you thought were up in your life, to things you think are impossible, become insignificant. You find that the fears that you have about other things you could “never” accomplish in your life become something that you strive to achieve. Because you know that YOU CAN DO IT!!! What an empowerment. To look at those walls and know that you can scale them. That is the gift that you give yourself, and keep, for the rest of your life. Confidence, conviction, and passion.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905120220549979754-7790976107770746739?l=ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/feeds/7790976107770746739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905120220549979754&amp;postID=7790976107770746739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/7790976107770746739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/7790976107770746739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/2008/04/mckenzies-story-only-beginning-of-my.html' title='Mckenzie&apos;s Birth Story'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SBIVKdVD76I/AAAAAAAAAA8/FPSj4Rm6VmQ/s72-c/birth+of+mckenzie+108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7905120220549979754.post-8992994628824727093</id><published>2008-04-25T11:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T10:32:34.642-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so it begins...'/><title type='text'>A bit about us, and our beautiful girls!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SBH-xNVD70I/AAAAAAAAAAM/yOmW8q_lvho/s1600-h/gracie+and+mckenzie+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193211966679936834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SBH-xNVD70I/AAAAAAAAAAM/yOmW8q_lvho/s320/gracie+and+mckenzie+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These are my 2 beautiful little girls. They are such a joy, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;truely&lt;/span&gt; from the Lord. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mckenzie&lt;/span&gt; is the short one (he he he) ans Grace is our big girl. They are the beginning of " Our Growing Tree". Jordan and I will be celebrating out 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;weding&lt;/span&gt; anniversary this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;comming&lt;/span&gt; October 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, and we do plan to, and look forward to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haveing&lt;/span&gt; many more children. They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;truely&lt;/span&gt; have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;chaged&lt;/span&gt; our lives...for the very best. But hey, we are really working on practicing at the moment....he he he!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start with, we always say that Gracie softened daddy's heart. A year after she was born, he accepted the our Lord, Jesus Christ, into his heart, as &lt;strong&gt;his&lt;/strong&gt; Lord and Savior, and a few months later, (July 2007) he was baptised, in our church. Life has not been the same since. It is such a refreshing and wonderful thing to be on the same page, and to submit to your husband, and know who he is "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;workin&lt;/span&gt;' " for. he is such a wonderful blessing to me, and makes the cups of my children and myself run over with blessings. And he is growing so much in his walk with the Lord. He so strives to be a Godly father, and husband. i respect this man &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sooooooo&lt;/span&gt; much, can you tell =).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first daughter Gracie, was the "maybe baby"...i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; tell with the pee stick if i was REALLY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;prego&lt;/span&gt;. the other line was barely there. and we had just started trying to get pregnant. we were so happy. we had been married at the time for about 4 1/2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a plane ride to visit Jordan's family in Georgia, i met a woman, who was pregnant with her 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;, and started telling me about her first delivery....in a birthing center, naturally. Of course this was in another state, so i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; get that option when i started looking. So i simply decided to start looking for a midwife in the area, and any options that i DID have to help along what i wanted in "natural birthing". well i went into labor on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;february&lt;/span&gt; 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;, 2006. at about 4 in the morning my water broke...it was our first, and she was posterior...so, instead of doing what we knew we should have done, stay home for a while, we headed off for the hospital, i knew that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; what i wanted, so my contractions lessened, and by the time we got there, they were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;nill&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;grrrrr&lt;/span&gt;! we were so eager, and impatient, that i took the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;pitocin&lt;/span&gt;, and the epidural, everything that i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; want. she was still born beautifully into our arms on the 3rd...37 hours later. but for our next child, my next birthing experience i wanted something else....so i went looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge chunk of this blog, i am sure, is going to talk a ton about natural birthing, and i will be posting both of my birth stories....b/c after i went on that search, i found exactly what i wanted for myself, my baby, and my family in a birthing experience. it changed my life, my relationships with everyone...Jordan, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Gracie&lt;/span&gt;, my family, friends, and mostly my father....my heavenly one, that is. for more info on those births i am going to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;posting&lt;/span&gt; that as a separate blog. so go look for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7905120220549979754-8992994628824727093?l=ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/feeds/8992994628824727093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7905120220549979754&amp;postID=8992994628824727093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/8992994628824727093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7905120220549979754/posts/default/8992994628824727093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourgrowingtree.blogspot.com/2008/04/these-are-my-2-beautiful-little-girls.html' title='A bit about us, and our beautiful girls!!'/><author><name>Rebecca</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AJVY6mPsGic/SBH-xNVD70I/AAAAAAAAAAM/yOmW8q_lvho/s72-c/gracie+and+mckenzie+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
