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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;A08HQXo-eyp7ImA9WhRUFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35844001</id><updated>2012-01-27T09:57:10.453-06:00</updated><category term="Computer crashed" /><category term="a whole week off begins" /><category term="Go to your room" /><category term="Valentines Day 2010" /><category term="Happy New YEAR" /><category term="Latest events" /><category term="Avery's vacation" /><category term="Vacation to California" /><category term="Got to read Riven" /><category term="Ducky adventure" /><category term="Tree house down for good" /><category term="Spring has sprung" /><category term="Personal Testimony" /><category term="Melting ice" /><category term="Hospital stay" /><category term="Valentines Day 2009" /><category term="Up and away" /><category term="I turned 27" /><category term="Avery grand theft auto" /><category term="Monday" /><category term="Heat wave" /><title>Adventures in Parenting and Marriage</title><subtitle type="html">Truly the most treasured in my life are my family. My lovely wife of seven years, my wild toddler, and my little twin babies. With them I am daily amazed with God's wonderful work. And am truly blessed richly.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://davidforhim.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://davidforhim.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35844001/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13415667319362904286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>283</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/AdventuresInParentingAndMarriage" /><feedburner:info uri="adventuresinparentingandmarriage" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08HQXo9fCp7ImA9WhRUFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35844001.post-1345587842764011396</id><published>2012-01-27T09:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T09:57:10.464-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-27T09:57:10.464-06:00</app:edited><title>Winter crazies</title><content type="html">Been a few months of no writing in my blog, not sure if that’s just my laziness coming out, or just feel like what is the point no one is reading them anyway. The former is probably the only correct one, but since I have been very busy lately I will make an excuse since I can. Thanksgiving came and went well, busy months, the Holiday season! The kids keep me busy along with life in general. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In January I started my home daycare with my first two official daycare kids. We were ready for kids earlier, but figured we should wait till after Christmas. So it has been an even busier month since each day is full of many, many kids running around and having as much fun as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery is doing very well in preschool. She always has a new story to tell us when she gets home, usually about the ‘other’ kids getting in trouble. Yesterday one of her little friends had given her a little card from Liberty tax services. It has a picture of lady liberty on it. Avery thought it was a coupon for a taxi ride to New York to see the Stature of Liberty. So cute! She has a very busy life in and out of school, as she is my little helper during the daycare hours as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth is walking around everywhere and getting into more trouble than all three kids combined. Not sure how to keep up with him, but we try. He does need a haircut though, right now his hairs just going everywhere. Aunt Diane says it looks like hes got a duck but in the back of his head. Hes a little flirt too, always smiling when he knows hes up to something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin is crawling everywhere still, but she does a great job at pulling up on things now and standing while holding something. So that is good, just waiting to see her take those first steps still, but it will be some time. She is taking her time, and enjoying being a little princess.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to keep in touch more with my blog, its just a lot of work these days between daycare and my work at Lowe’s. Life is crazy, but I guess that’s normal when you have three little ones to raise. Add to that two little daycare kids which are as sweet as they can be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35844001-1345587842764011396?l=davidforhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Yes its been a while since I bothered to move my mouse icon to the blog website and click on the add post button. Yes a lot has happened and continues to on a daily basis as we have small children and it comes with the territory. Still I should be journaling more anyway, but both the blog and the journal suffer on the end of my to do list and tend to get pushed to the to do later list. But tonight the house is going to bed early expect me who is not quite ready to close my eyes on end an enjoyable day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny may not agree today was too enjoyable for him. He started it by waking up in the car early this morning for an ear surgery for tubes. All of this went very well and he was pretty cranky and needy the remainder of the day. Still all in all not too bed. He does like to get into pretty much everything, although he understands the verbal commands such as no and come here, he also practices self will often in rebellion toward such words. Perhaps its just because he takes after his big sister, or he is just human! The toilet for one example seems to be the thing he likes to go off and explore, causing sheer closed door panic to all of us to make sure he cannot get into the bathroom. He is the one who likes to walk along and laugh, then fall down with a bump, followed by returning to his feet to follow through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin smiles at everyone and always has the special way of making you feel warm inside with a glance. We call her our ‘care bear. ’ She is not walking yet or pulling all the way up, but she does make an attempt to get up on her knees from time to time. Mostly its army crawling which is sure to make her arms super strong… perhaps enough to wrestle toys away from her brother, Erin is strong willed as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery is doing very well in school which pleases her parents very much. The teacher, Mrs. Rumsey says shes top of the class in her letters and numbers, shapes and colors. She adores her brother and sister and enjoys playing more than anything else. She can be a bit of a distraction to the learning process in school though, in which she has to be separated from her friends. But I think its best as she is learning so much. Hard to believe she is really 5! Time just goes too fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives are always super crazy but that is how life goes. We watched a movie called ‘Life as we know it’ today which was really good. A reminder that the way things turn out are the way they are meant to be and we should accept the Lord’s plan for us may not be the way we would have written the story. We also watched Transformers 3 which was an insane amount of graphics and would have been fun on the big screen. I didn’t like it as much as the first one though, it will always have a brilliance to it the other two wont. &lt;br /&gt;Not much else to report at this given moment. I am ready to begin my Doodle Bug daycare but for now have yet to sign any new kids. So ill just enjoy the three I have for now and trust the Lord will in His time provide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35844001-3878314508378899707?l=davidforhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;My parents were able to make a stop on their long road trip to spend a few days with us. The trip was for us anyway, but they have made good use of the miles by spending time with friends and family along the way. Always good to see them. The babies enjoyed grandma and grandpa spoiling them as well. Avery enjoys it as well when anyone from California comes to visit her! All of the friends and family at the party made the party what it was anyway. Went so fast though and then we celebrated my mother in laws 50th the following Saturday. Now here we are mid August and the next big thing is Avery starting school!!!!
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&lt;br /&gt;New school, new teacher, preschool better be ready for her. Of course its public school this time so it will be a bigger class. But i know Avery, shes not much for sitting quietly in the background of life. She will be noticed and she will hopefully be ready to learn more! As for the twins they are going to be schooled by daddy daycare for now. Still unsure if I am going to go through with starting a home day care. Too many things have come up in opposition making it nearly more work then it would be worth. So i am letting the Lord guide me and await his leading. 
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&lt;br /&gt;My mother is getting ready to start her next Precept class in CA, this one on Philippians. And the Spirit has lead me to begin as well even though i cannot attend her class, i am going to keep studying from here alongside. I need to get back into Studying the Word, its been too long and even with all of lifes many distractions I must find time for the most important thing we can ever do, knowing HIM. So the adventure begins, not only with me turning 30 next month, but with searching out a new book of the Bible. And Avery going back to school this week too! So much ahead. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35844001-2264634403852132682?l=davidforhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Why does Your anger smoke against the sheep of Your pasture? Remember Your congregation, which You have purchased of old,         The tribe of Your inheritance, which You have redeemed—          This Mount Zion where You have dwelt. Lift up Your feet to the perpetual desolations.         The enemy has damaged everything in the sanctuary. Your enemies roar in the midst of Your meeting place;        They set up their banners for signs. They seem like men who lift up         Axes among the thick trees. And now they break down its carved work, all at once,         With axes and hammers. They have set fire to Your sanctuary;         They have defiled the dwelling place of Your name to the ground. They said in their hearts,         “Let us destroy them altogether.”          They have burned up all the meeting places of God in the land.           We do not see our signs;         There is no longer any prophet;          Nor is there any among us who knows how long. O God, how long will the adversary reproach?         Will the enemy blaspheme Your name forever? Why do You withdraw Your hand, even Your right hand?         Take it out of Your bosom and destroy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 74:1-11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our God is a great victorious general of war. From the very beginning he is the one who had set out with a curse against the prince of sin and the darkness which blinded Adam and Eve. He is not a defensive God, though He does defend His children. He is always on the offenses working ahead of the enemies schemes, to mold everything according to His perfect plan, even when it came to the destruction of His own Temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 74 is a prophetic picture of two separate times when Israel’s enemies plundered the city and destroyed the Temple. In 167 B.C Antiochus Ephiphanes profaned the temple and placed an image of Jupiter in the holy place. This is the called the Adomination of Desolation (Daniel 8,9). In A.D 70 the Roman official Titus leveled the temple to the ground as Jesus predicted in Luke 21. During the Great Tribulation there will be a final Abomination of Desolation in the holy place. This indicates there will again be a Temple standing in Israel where God’s people will sacrifice and worship. Your adversary is real, he hates you because you are loved by God. Darkness will always be on the attack in your life, but be not afraid He is your shield. God is already been at war with the one at war with your soul. Jesus defeated death and showed He had power over life by rising from the grave. He stands now at the right hand of God not only praying for you but constantly at work battling against the one who is called the destroyer. Be not afraid, He who lives within you is the victorious warrior.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35844001-7606307511508593891?l=davidforhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Perhaps not the youth he once was, but still a man of compassion and always full of eagerness to help. This was going to be a difficult message to bring, it wasn’t one of happiness, one of joy, but one of grief and full of fear. Mary had seemed sure the messenger would not be needed, but Martha insisted. When the man got to the clearing where the rabbi sat among his friends, he was both weary and relived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I need to see Jesus!” the man exclaimed. “Yes my dear boy, as do all of us. But come I will take you to the Master.” Philip one of the twelve disciples brought the exhausted fellow to deliver his message to Jesus. “Lord, Lord. Master. “ The servant paused for breath. “Martha and Mary the sisters of Lazarus of Bethany have sent me. Saying to me, Lord, the one whom you love is sick.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus stood up among the disciples, they too broke from their casual relaxation to see what their Master was going to say. He said, “This sickness is not unto death, but for the glory of God, that the Son of God may be glorified through it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The servant seemed surprised by the response of Jesus. It appeared as usual Jesus spoke with certainty, as if he knew every word he ever spoke was true and would come to pass. It calmed his own racing heart, still beating rapidly from his journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the hour was already late the servant understood why Jesus did not seem quick to get everyone moving toward Bethany. Certainty it would be best to travel at an early start with a full day ahead. But when the Master returned to the camp after his morning prayer, rather than preparing a departure speech, he began to preach. All day the messages coming from Jesus were honey to his soul, water to his parched throat. Still the young man could not stop thinking of Mary and Martha, what of the sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazarus was indeed a man Jesus loved, Mary and Martha as well. He stayed in their home with his disciples as often as he was in Bethany. It was just a short trip to Jerusalem from their which made it easier to attend festivals and speak in the Temple. It was bothering the young man still. Why wait? If your loved ones are sick, shouldn’t you rush to their side? Still Jesus waited two whole days. Finally he turned to the disciples. “Let us go to Judea again.” Peter stunned by the announcement responded, “Teacher, the Jews have made it public knowledge of their desire to stone you. And you want go back there?”  Jesus answered, “Are there not twelve hours in the day? If anyone walks in the day, he does not stumble, because he sees the light of this world. But if one walks in the night, he stumbles, because the light is not in him.” Looking around at the faces of those whom he loved, he said, “Our friend Lazarus sleeps, but I go that I may wake him up.” Andrew said, “Lord, if he sleeps he will get well.” The mood on Jesus’ face changed. It became a determination mixed with sadness. Jesus turned his face toward Bethany and with a heavy heart told them plainly, “Lazarus is dead.  And I am glad for your sakes that I was not there, that you may believe. Nevertheless let us go to him.” Then Thomas, who is called the Twin, said to his fellow disciples, “Let us also go, that we may die with Him.” They each packed up what little they had, knowing walking into Judea was dangerous for all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Jesus sent the messenger ahead to let Martha know they were coming. Mary had shut herself in the house and remained. As he and the disciples arrived outside of town, Martha came out to meet him. With tears in her eyes she through her arms around Jesus and buried her face in his shoulder. “Rabbi…Rabbi…” was all she could say. The disciples all felt deep sadness. Lazarus was a great friend, one of those who you always enjoyed being in their company. It was difficult now, for even while they mourned the enemies of Jesus were watching closely every move he made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha began to collect herself enough to speak. Jesus met her eyes and spoke quietly over her. Martha said to Jesus, “Lord, if You had been here, my brother would not have died. But even now I know that whatever You ask of God, God will give You.” Her longing eyes remained in his and then drifted off to a distant cloud. Her mind was reflecting back to last time Jesus visited her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus and the disciples had been traveling around from village to village talking about the Kingdom of Heaven and teaching various parables. It was during this time, being weary from his journey, he and the twelve stayed with Martha and her family. As soon as she heard Jesus was staying he quickly prepared a large meal for the thirteen hungry travelers along to enjoy. Lazarus always laughed she carried about with her recipes and orders to the servants. Her sister Mary, remained sitting at the Lord’s feet listening to what he said. She had been so distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. Finally out of not so very humble tiredness she came to Jesus and asked, “Lord, don’t you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!” “Martha, Martha,” the Lord answered full of compassion in his eyes, “you are worried and upset about many things, but few things are needed—or indeed only one. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it was in this moment, after her brother had been in the tomb for four days, she felt like there was nothing more she could do. Martha was always so quick to be the busy hard working woman in the home, always picking up after her brother and sister; now she could do nothing. Nothing but listen. There was nothing else but to trust in her Lord. She didn’t need a parable or teaching, she was living right in the middle of one.&lt;br /&gt;From the wilds of her weary heart Jesus brought her back to present saying, “Your brother will rise again.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Martha said to Him, “I know that he will rise again in the resurrection at the last day.” Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in Me, though he may die, he shall live. And whoever lives and believes in Me shall never die. Do you believe this?” She said to Him, “Yes, Lord, I believe that You are the Christ, the Son of God, who is to come into the world.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter, Philip, and the other disciples and servants all listened quietly far enough to give them space but close enough to hear the powerful words. Martha left and returned to the house to find Mary. She did not know why Mary had not come out of the house to greet Jesus, surely she knew He had come. She find her sister knelling by her bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Teacher has come and is calling for you.”Mary hearing the words of her sister rose quickly to find Jesus. Many of the women who were mourning with Mary saw her leave the house and followed assuming she was heading to the tomb. Mary ran through the streets of Bethany out the gate and found the place where Jesus and the disciples were gathered. She didn’t stop running until she fell at his feet weeping. She grabbed hold of the ground and cried out, “Lord, if You had been here, my brother would not have died.” Jesus gently gathered her up into his arms being troubled in spirit. “Where have you laid him?” The servants who followed Mary said to Him, “Lord, come and see.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus wept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the Jews said, “See how He loved him!” And some of them said, “Could not this Man, who opened the eyes of the blind, also have kept this man from dying?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus arrived at the place where the body of Lazarus was buried. It was common for many of the higher class in those days to have tombs made from a cave and a large stone laid upon the opening. Many countrymen, leaders from Jerusalem, and disciples of Jesus were gathered together. Jesus groaned when He approached the tomb.  Jesus said, “Take away the stone.” Martha, the sister of him who was dead, said to Him, “Lord, by this time there is a stench, for he has been dead four days.” Jesus said to her, “Did I not say to you that if you would believe you would see the glory of God?”  Then they took away the stone from the place where the dead man was lying. And Jesus lifted up His eyes and said, “Father, I thank You that You have heard Me. And I know that You always hear Me, but because of the people who are standing by I said this, that they may believe that You sent Me.” Now when He had said these things, He cried with a loud voice, “Lazarus, come forth!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence for a moment fell among all who were watching. Did they hear Jesus correctly? Did this teacher from Nazareth just cry out for the rising of the dead? In the next moment it was not the stench of death filling the air but the gasps of amazement. For out of the tomb bound hand and foot with graveclothes walked Lazarus, and his face was wrapped with a cloth. The man who had been dead for four days was now alive. The Lord  Jesus had risen this man from the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus looking at the people standing around said to them, “Loose him, and let him go.” Martha and Mary joined their brother in cheers and tears of celebration. The Lord Jesus is the author if life, and has power over death. This same thing which made them glad, also troubled the religious leadership greatly. They feared a man who could raise the dead. How could such a man ever be defeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---   Many of the Jews who had come to Mary, and had seen the things Jesus did, believed in Him. But some of them went away to the Pharisees and told them the things Jesus did. Then the chief priests and the Pharisees gathered a council and said, “What shall we do? For this Man works many signs. If we let Him alone like this, everyone will believe in Him, and the Romans will come and take away both our place and nation.” And one of them, Caiaphas, being high priest that year, said to them, “You know nothing at all, nor do you consider that it is expedient for us that one man should die for the people, and not that the whole nation should perish.” Now this he did not say on his own authority; but being high priest that year he prophesied that Jesus would die for the nation, and not for that nation only, but also that He would gather together in one the children of God who were scattered abroad. Then, from that day on, they plotted to put Him to death. Therefore Jesus no longer walked openly among the Jews, but went from there into the country near the wilderness, to a city called Ephraim, and there remained with His disciples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Passover of the Jews was near, and many went from the country up to Jerusalem before the Passover, to purify themselves. Six days before the Passover, Jesus came to Bethany, where Lazarus lived, whom Jesus had raised from the dead. Here a dinner was given in Jesus’ honor. Martha served, while Lazarus was among those reclining at the table with him. Then Mary took about a pint of pure nard, an expensive perfume; she poured it on Jesus’ feet and wiped his feet with her hair. And the house was filled with the fragrance of the perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one of his disciples, Judas Iscariot, who was later to betray him, objected, “Why wasn’t this perfume sold and the money given to the poor? It was worth a year’s wages.” He did not say this because he cared about the poor but because he was a thief; as keeper of the money bag, he used to help himself to what was put into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Leave her alone,” Jesus replied. “It was intended that she should save this perfume for the day of my burial. You will always have the poor among you, but you will not always have me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile a large crowd of Jews found out that Jesus was there and came, not only because of him but also to see Lazarus, whom he had raised from the dead. So the chief priests made plans to kill Lazarus as well, for on account of him many of the Jews were going over to Jesus and believing in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(as told by David Bowlby)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35844001-3791851555328142504?l=davidforhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We look ahead to winter with not so eager anticipation, but are happily done with the heat of summer. Into October and half way through the month now we enjoy needing the light jackets and still some warmer days wearing shorts. This is also the month of Avery's birthday, our twins are two months old, and of course Halloween is right around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery turned 4 last Tuesday and her party was a grand success. Neither myself or my amazing wife desire to have the party at our house again however as the house and even the massive backyard do not have acreage enough for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;attendes&lt;/span&gt;. Still the Tinkerbell theme and jump house we borrowed made for our little girls happiest birthday celebration as of yet. Guest list included three grandma's, two great grandma's, one great granddaddy, all her aunts save my sisters in CA, and a few small friends. My mom has been out these last three weeks as well which not only gives Avery someone else to play with but also major help with the babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Erin is now past 8 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pounds&lt;/span&gt; and her growing brother is up to 9.7 pounds. Growing fast as they should be but not quite sleeping through every night. We have a chart in the kitchen next to the feeding station, so we can keep track of when they eat, how much the eat, and what kind of diaper they leave behind. This helps because its hard to remember who ate what and when. Big sister Avery is a big fan of her little brother and sister. She helps out so much and enjoys being proud of both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Avery's actual birthday we went to the Zoo for a few hours which went pretty well. Its easy to take the babies out at this time since they are pretty portable. I love my little family of five and am greatly blessed the Lord has given us so much, all undeserved. He is always there with us. Even more than His grace and mercy, I love His presence daily in my life. Moment by moment He is here. The more we realize this truth, the more joy we will have. He makes Himself known to those who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;diligently&lt;/span&gt; seek Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with all the change having occured thus far, we have much ahead in these days. The Lord provided me with a good night and weekend job to work part time during the hours my wife and I can trade off on baby duty. Going to make personal time togther even more cherished then it is now, but we will manage. The Lord knows what we each need and gives us help in our weakness.&lt;br /&gt;Working two jobs the last two weeks has not been easy, but only one more to go then I will be a house husband by day. My two and a half years in the Material handling world will come to an end peacefully. I have had a good time, enjoyed the job, but eagerly look forward to task ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our future is only clear in the eyes of the Lord. His eyes are the ones which matter. We do not need to know tommrow, we are not promised anything other than He will be with us always. Through all trials, struggles, and fears He is there to watch over us. So He will guide us and give us mercy. In the weeks ahead I hope to update more, we will see how things go and hopefully settle down from all the chaos of this past year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35844001-5418600086465868971?l=davidforhim.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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