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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;AkcESX4yeyp7ImA9WhRVF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362</id><updated>2012-01-16T09:33:28.093-06:00</updated><category term="frugal living" /><category term="God's provision" /><category term="gratefulness" /><category term="Charlotte Mason" /><category term="family" /><category term="homeschool" /><category term="random" /><category term="faith journey" /><category term="nature" /><category term="recipes" /><category term="health" /><category term="homeshool" /><category term="giveaways" /><category term="crafts" /><category term="amusants" /><category term="style" /><title>Growing Like Trees</title><subtitle type="html">Their delight is in the law of the LORD, and on His law they meditate day and night. They are like trees planted by streams of water…</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16305617274410125224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/SQ0BjXdt9cI/AAAAAAAAAVU/MtTgZtPa_f8/S220/amy5.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>190</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/GrowingLikeTrees" /><feedburner:info uri="growingliketrees" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>GrowingLikeTrees</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMFRXc8eSp7ImA9WhdQGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-7681503682851426460</id><published>2011-08-20T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T21:40:14.971-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-20T21:40:14.971-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="style" /><title>On beyond colors</title><summary type="html">Not that I've figured out the color thing.  Au contraire.  But I have made a good deal of progress in otherwise defining my style.   (In reality, I've made good progress in figuring out color too, I'm just still a good ways away....)  And I wanted to take the time to share with you a checklist that I found really helpful.

She does a terrific job in the video and in the post (which is long), &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/AHQ9eKyAOYY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/7681503682851426460/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2011/08/on-beyond-colors.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/7681503682851426460?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/7681503682851426460?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/AHQ9eKyAOYY/on-beyond-colors.html" title="On beyond colors" /><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16305617274410125224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/SQ0BjXdt9cI/AAAAAAAAAVU/MtTgZtPa_f8/S220/amy5.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2011/08/on-beyond-colors.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MNQXgzeip7ImA9WhdRFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-6671172087294708504</id><published>2011-08-04T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T10:24:50.682-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-04T10:24:50.682-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="style" /><title>Question of the Day</title><summary type="html">Do browns look professional?  Can a brown suit, for example have the same impact as a black one, or a charcoal gray one?  How about a Little-Brown-Dress?  Do you have any pictures or links to places that this color really works in a professions type dress?

Just curious.  If I find some, I'll post them here.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/P4-8ZCSkl8o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/6671172087294708504/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2011/08/question-of-day.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/6671172087294708504?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/6671172087294708504?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/P4-8ZCSkl8o/question-of-day.html" title="Question of the Day" /><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16305617274410125224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/SQ0BjXdt9cI/AAAAAAAAAVU/MtTgZtPa_f8/S220/amy5.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2011/08/question-of-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkINSXY6cSp7ImA9WhdSGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-5098447381170292652</id><published>2011-07-29T14:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T15:16:38.819-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-29T15:16:38.819-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="style" /><title /><summary type="html">I found this old photo of myself a few days ago.

I love this photo. It makes me nostalgic.  And it reminds me to pray for this dear dear group of friends in New Jersey, (almost all of whom tried to marry me off to their grown sons, ha!).  And it makes me want to go shopping in an Indian market again!

I still have this sari, by the way.  The bodice doesn't fit any more (twelve years and five &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/6Krb3kki-48" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/5098447381170292652/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-found-this-old-photo-of-myself-few.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/5098447381170292652?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/5098447381170292652?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/6Krb3kki-48/i-found-this-old-photo-of-myself-few.html" title="" /><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16305617274410125224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/SQ0BjXdt9cI/AAAAAAAAAVU/MtTgZtPa_f8/S220/amy5.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lM9_IIp29kY/TjMI1BOoVTI/AAAAAAAABIc/DXi_sYRA_4s/s72-c/A-College3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-found-this-old-photo-of-myself-few.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04HR3g-fyp7ImA9WhdSGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-2663273308839384931</id><published>2011-07-28T15:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T15:45:36.657-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-28T15:45:36.657-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="style" /><title>How to find colors that look good on you (style blogging continued)</title><summary type="html">If you read Pioneer Woman, you know that occasionally she goes through phases where the blogs on a topic, or in a particular style for a few weeks, just to get it out of her system.  

I think that's what style blogging is for me.  So bear with me while I indulge and get it out of my system.  So here goes.

The Color me Beautiful system, like a personality survey, works because many people do in &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/ve5Y5SJMP_I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/2663273308839384931/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2011/07/how-to-find-colors-that-look-good-on.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/2663273308839384931?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/2663273308839384931?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/ve5Y5SJMP_I/how-to-find-colors-that-look-good-on.html" title="How to find colors that look good on you (style blogging continued)" /><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16305617274410125224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/SQ0BjXdt9cI/AAAAAAAAAVU/MtTgZtPa_f8/S220/amy5.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2011/07/how-to-find-colors-that-look-good-on.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4NQ3o9eip7ImA9WhdSFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-4593314981358495667</id><published>2011-07-23T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T22:43:12.462-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-23T22:43:12.462-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="random" /><title>In which I pretend to be a style blogger</title><summary type="html">Since this site has been sorely neglected for over two years now, I figure you won't mind if I update with random things.  It's never really had a theme anyway, it's just more of a journal.  (And I apologize for the blabbery style tonight -- we've been listening to Anne of Green Gables audiobook, and I'm in blabber mode, I guess.)

A little history:  Almost two years ago, in a bout of insanity, I&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/v36mLaSW1LI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/4593314981358495667/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2011/07/in-which-i-pretend-to-be-style-blogger.html#comment-form" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/4593314981358495667?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/4593314981358495667?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/v36mLaSW1LI/in-which-i-pretend-to-be-style-blogger.html" title="In which I pretend to be a style blogger" /><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16305617274410125224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/SQ0BjXdt9cI/AAAAAAAAAVU/MtTgZtPa_f8/S220/amy5.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9iGt5y4sE84/TiuSByuNivI/AAAAAAAABIU/dSmtyKMU4MQ/s72-c/011.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2011/07/in-which-i-pretend-to-be-style-blogger.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4MR387cCp7ImA9WhZbEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-7160861372497601895</id><published>2011-06-16T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T12:56:26.108-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-16T12:56:26.108-05:00</app:edited><title>Mulberries are ripe!</title><summary type="html">Can you guess what we did this morning?&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/kb-Okm5quH4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/7160861372497601895/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2011/06/mulberries-are-ripe.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/7160861372497601895?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/7160861372497601895?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/kb-Okm5quH4/mulberries-are-ripe.html" title="Mulberries are ripe!" /><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16305617274410125224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/SQ0BjXdt9cI/AAAAAAAAAVU/MtTgZtPa_f8/S220/amy5.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rU_7oNZuqdc/TfpDsp69lAI/AAAAAAAABII/h9-4eHGrDXg/s72-c/dscn8512+%2528Modified%2529.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2011/06/mulberries-are-ripe.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QFRHc5eSp7ImA9Wx9aGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-7267567382886488316</id><published>2011-03-11T07:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T07:48:35.921-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-11T07:48:35.921-06:00</app:edited><title>The great closet declutter</title><summary type="html">I was reading Simple Mom this week (wow, I need to read her more often), and noticed that she's running a Spring decluttering series.  It took me about .03 seconds to decide that I really should join in.

This week's assignment was the closet.  I haven't really done anything in my closet for about 1.5 years.  So I knew it would be a big job.  Here's the before:


There's a chair in there, that I &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/6uOinsUBlNw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/7267567382886488316/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2011/03/great-closet-declutter.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/7267567382886488316?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/7267567382886488316?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/6uOinsUBlNw/great-closet-declutter.html" title="The great closet declutter" /><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16305617274410125224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/SQ0BjXdt9cI/AAAAAAAAAVU/MtTgZtPa_f8/S220/amy5.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Y1RsygYa9vU/TXolgfq_ZaI/AAAAAAAABHk/tUpvEiov0d4/s72-c/034.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2011/03/great-closet-declutter.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ACQnc5fSp7ImA9Wx9bEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-2359178827212188959</id><published>2011-02-19T10:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T11:16:03.925-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-19T11:16:03.925-06:00</app:edited><title>Crazy easy Felt slippers</title><summary type="html">This winter, my trusty hand-knitted and felted wool slippers finally wore through (after four years of use).  So I've been thinking for a while that I should make myself a replacement pair.

Yesterday I finally got the motivation (thanks Mom!), and dug up some felted sweaters to use.

These couldn't be easier.


I used this pattern. Since the heel calls for elastic, (and felted sweaters are &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/ZxD1uGwc7E4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/2359178827212188959/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2011/02/crazy-easy-felt-slippers.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/2359178827212188959?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/2359178827212188959?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/ZxD1uGwc7E4/crazy-easy-felt-slippers.html" title="Crazy easy Felt slippers" /><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16305617274410125224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/SQ0BjXdt9cI/AAAAAAAAAVU/MtTgZtPa_f8/S220/amy5.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T_bA3Rp3JmE/TV_wYZfz_lI/AAAAAAAABHg/9d-z4tb0NkQ/s72-c/slippers2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2011/02/crazy-easy-felt-slippers.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAAQ3o6fSp7ImA9Wx9UGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-610968766424347070</id><published>2011-02-16T14:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T14:39:02.415-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-16T14:39:02.415-06:00</app:edited><title>The cure for a Bad Attitude</title><summary type="html">Today is a Mom day.  That means that I don't work for money, but instead focus primarily on raising kids.  And homeschooling, cleaning the house and such.  Things were going swell until, oh, maybe 10:00 am.  Most of the morning chores were done, and Bennet was done with his reading.  Tommy was being a total pill, and I couldn't get the dishes finished because he was constantly needing attention.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/NWftFRBbCu0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/610968766424347070/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2011/02/cure-for-bad-attitude.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/610968766424347070?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/610968766424347070?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/NWftFRBbCu0/cure-for-bad-attitude.html" title="The cure for a Bad Attitude" /><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16305617274410125224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/SQ0BjXdt9cI/AAAAAAAAAVU/MtTgZtPa_f8/S220/amy5.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i534.photobucket.com/albums/ee349/GDest07/ann%20voskamp/th_mondaybutton2.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2011/02/cure-for-bad-attitude.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MEQnY6eyp7ImA9Wx9UF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-6176153045845762314</id><published>2011-02-15T11:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T11:36:43.813-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-15T11:36:43.813-06:00</app:edited><title>Saving money off the beaten path</title><summary type="html">Eventually, in the course of trying to save money, you're going to hit a wall.  You don't buy things unnecessarily, you don't allow yourself very many frivolities, and yet you need to cut down expenses more.  It's time to start re-thinking what's actually a necessity.

What helps me when we come to this is to think about what the "olden days" were like.  How did they survive before everything was&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/wi3T5iQKNSc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/6176153045845762314/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2011/02/saving-money-off-beaten-path.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/6176153045845762314?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/6176153045845762314?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/wi3T5iQKNSc/saving-money-off-beaten-path.html" title="Saving money off the beaten path" /><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16305617274410125224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/SQ0BjXdt9cI/AAAAAAAAAVU/MtTgZtPa_f8/S220/amy5.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2011/02/saving-money-off-beaten-path.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQGRXYyeyp7ImA9Wx9UF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-4732972269425562261</id><published>2011-02-14T23:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T23:22:04.893-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-14T23:22:04.893-06:00</app:edited><title>Giving in to the easy way</title><summary type="html">Sometimes my pride makes me stubborn.  I feel like that's been the case with a gratitude journal the past couple of weeks.  I've been reading "One Thousand Gifts" along with about a million other people (mostly women) on incourage, and this week's chapter was on starting the gift list.

I've already started mine, but haven't been super motivated to continue it.  I realized today that this is, in &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/7kuusjSpF7I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/4732972269425562261/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2011/02/giving-in-to-easy-way.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/4732972269425562261?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/4732972269425562261?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/7kuusjSpF7I/giving-in-to-easy-way.html" title="Giving in to the easy way" /><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16305617274410125224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/SQ0BjXdt9cI/AAAAAAAAAVU/MtTgZtPa_f8/S220/amy5.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2011/02/giving-in-to-easy-way.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMEQHw4fyp7ImA9Wx9UEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-8115838023064943420</id><published>2011-02-07T20:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T20:00:01.237-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-07T20:00:01.237-06:00</app:edited><title>One Thousand Gifts and Hezekiah</title><summary type="html">I began reading One Thousand gifts this afternoon.  I like Ann's writing in book form even better (much better) than on her blog.  And it's good there, don't get me wrong.  But here, it's, well, almost perfect.

I'll warn you that I'm generally the intellectual, not the emotional (perhaps that's why I work well in computer programming for the Structural Steel world).  And so what sticks out to me&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/nA9x9fiRh8I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/8115838023064943420/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2011/02/one-thousand-gifts-and-hezekiah.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/8115838023064943420?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/8115838023064943420?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/nA9x9fiRh8I/one-thousand-gifts-and-hezekiah.html" title="One Thousand Gifts and Hezekiah" /><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16305617274410125224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/SQ0BjXdt9cI/AAAAAAAAAVU/MtTgZtPa_f8/S220/amy5.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2011/02/one-thousand-gifts-and-hezekiah.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8FSXg7eip7ImA9Wx9UEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-5920377615162064041</id><published>2011-02-06T21:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T22:26:58.602-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-06T22:26:58.602-06:00</app:edited><title>Life in an Emergency</title><summary type="html">I was extra-blessed this past week to receive a free copy of One Thousand Gifts, by Ann Voskamp.  The copy was part of a give-away by Day Spring.  Thank you!

The book is accompanied by a series of interviews with the author, and yesterday I watched the trailer and the introduction interview.

The trailer blew me away.  It was exactly what I would expect from reading Ann's blog, full, rich, with &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/XCiF9k62X4o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/5920377615162064041/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2011/02/life-in-emergency.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/5920377615162064041?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/5920377615162064041?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/XCiF9k62X4o/life-in-emergency.html" title="Life in an Emergency" /><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16305617274410125224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/SQ0BjXdt9cI/AAAAAAAAAVU/MtTgZtPa_f8/S220/amy5.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2011/02/life-in-emergency.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cFRHs_eyp7ImA9Wx9VGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-3431640477992539069</id><published>2011-02-05T20:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T20:23:35.543-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-05T20:23:35.543-06:00</app:edited><title>House rules</title><summary type="html">Lisel decided that we need some rules around here, so she wrote some.

They read:
"DONT HIT"
"DONT PUNCH"
"DONT FIT" (fight)
"DONT WIP WITH NECLISES" (whip with necklaces)

Not a bad list. &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/8mGUJ6A69xs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/3431640477992539069/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2011/02/house-rules.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/3431640477992539069?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/3431640477992539069?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/8mGUJ6A69xs/house-rules.html" title="House rules" /><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16305617274410125224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/SQ0BjXdt9cI/AAAAAAAAAVU/MtTgZtPa_f8/S220/amy5.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/TU4F0SoJxLI/AAAAAAAABHY/lz7QA5kkj-g/s72-c/evas-rules.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2011/02/house-rules.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUDR349fip7ImA9Wx9VEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-5607587056036458171</id><published>2011-01-27T22:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T22:51:16.066-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-27T22:51:16.066-06:00</app:edited><title>A theme for the new year</title><summary type="html">A year ago, not far from this time, I heard on K-Love about choosing one word for the new year.  They were all doing it, and I thought it was weird and cheesy.  I most particularly didn't want to choose a word theme for the new year.  And yet, I was strangely attracted to the idea of having a theme for the year, and kept pondering that if I WERE to name the year, what would a good name be?

Then &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/qO8Yb1e7uxs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/5607587056036458171/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2011/01/theme-for-new-year.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/5607587056036458171?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/5607587056036458171?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/qO8Yb1e7uxs/theme-for-new-year.html" title="A theme for the new year" /><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16305617274410125224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/SQ0BjXdt9cI/AAAAAAAAAVU/MtTgZtPa_f8/S220/amy5.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2011/01/theme-for-new-year.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYMQXg7cSp7ImA9Wx9WGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-1240077514615423096</id><published>2011-01-23T12:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T12:26:20.609-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-23T12:26:20.609-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gratefulness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><title>Snow Sunday</title><summary type="html">It's a snow day today.  Church is closed, leaving us with an open, unplanned day ahead of us.  Outside is below zero, covered in pristine snow.  And while the sky was the most opaque white-gray yesterday, today it's an icy clear blue.

The kids, after being brokenhearted last night over canceled church,  are excited for our "Sunday school at home", reminding me of the different things we've done &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/-rVQ5d8haP8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/1240077514615423096/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2011/01/snow-sunday.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/1240077514615423096?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/1240077514615423096?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/-rVQ5d8haP8/snow-sunday.html" title="Snow Sunday" /><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16305617274410125224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/SQ0BjXdt9cI/AAAAAAAAAVU/MtTgZtPa_f8/S220/amy5.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i534.photobucket.com/albums/ee349/GDest07/ann%20voskamp/th_mondaybutton2.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2011/01/snow-sunday.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYFR3cyeCp7ImA9Wx9XGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-3844013039120129107</id><published>2011-01-13T22:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T22:08:36.990-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-13T22:08:36.990-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gratefulness" /><title>Thousand gifts, part 8</title><summary type="html">A start of a new year brings the freshness of snow, and the relived memories of building snow forts, making snow ice cream, and shoveling.  This time, I'm the Mom, introducing my kids to the delicacy.  Sure, some of them remember it from this time last year.  But it's still a super special treat.

Bennet has grown up enough since last year that he doesn't even ask if I want him to shovel.  I go &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/olFcSlsova0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/3844013039120129107/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2011/01/thousand-gifts-part-8.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/3844013039120129107?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/3844013039120129107?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/olFcSlsova0/thousand-gifts-part-8.html" title="Thousand gifts, part 8" /><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16305617274410125224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/SQ0BjXdt9cI/AAAAAAAAAVU/MtTgZtPa_f8/S220/amy5.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/TS_KHYbupeI/AAAAAAAABG8/YjajtOsyV20/s72-c/snow1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2011/01/thousand-gifts-part-8.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4ARXc_fyp7ImA9Wx9XGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-2026951488343699773</id><published>2011-01-12T22:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T22:29:04.947-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-12T22:29:04.947-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="health" /><title>My experience with herbal remedies for depression</title><summary type="html">If you've known me very long, or read this blog much, you know that I tend to prefer the home remedy (that is ideally also natural) to visiting the doctor.  We have a standing joke at our home that I don't take a sick kid to the doctor unless I honestly believe that they might not fully recover.

So it follows that I would do research on depression.  In reality, I think most of my research on &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/Sm_9v764sIY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/2026951488343699773/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-experience-with-herbal-remedies-for.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/2026951488343699773?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/2026951488343699773?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/Sm_9v764sIY/my-experience-with-herbal-remedies-for.html" title="My experience with herbal remedies for depression" /><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16305617274410125224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/SQ0BjXdt9cI/AAAAAAAAAVU/MtTgZtPa_f8/S220/amy5.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-experience-with-herbal-remedies-for.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEGRng_fCp7ImA9Wx9XFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-5951046347839954736</id><published>2011-01-08T22:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T12:03:47.644-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-10T12:03:47.644-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="health" /><title>Staying crazy in a depressing world</title><summary type="html">I wanted to call this post "Staying sane in a crazy world"  But then I realized that not many who know me would actually consider me not crazy.

As one who has struggled with post-partum depression, I thought I'd share a few of the things that I've used over the past four (nearly five now) years to avoid re-entering depression.  They're things you'd probably find on any site talking about &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/_eDQNaZFKOk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/5951046347839954736/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2011/01/staying-crazy-in-depressing-world.html#comment-form" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/5951046347839954736?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/5951046347839954736?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/_eDQNaZFKOk/staying-crazy-in-depressing-world.html" title="Staying crazy in a depressing world" /><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16305617274410125224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/SQ0BjXdt9cI/AAAAAAAAAVU/MtTgZtPa_f8/S220/amy5.jpg" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2011/01/staying-crazy-in-depressing-world.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIGQnw7fip7ImA9Wx5bFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-6963145726577140174</id><published>2010-10-30T21:28:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T22:08:43.206-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-30T22:08:43.206-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><title>What I've been up to</title><summary type="html">So, I know, I know. It's been forever. I'm sorry.Here's a few of the things I've been busy with in my absence.Sewing a wedding dress for my sister-in-law.The hem was a little wavy.  Wish I knew how to prevent that.  But overall, I was happy with it.  I learned a lot in the process.I also made a Mondrian dress.I love this dress, and am really proud of the way it turned out, even though the lines &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/bMeIGafEOXg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/6963145726577140174/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-ive-been-up-to.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/6963145726577140174?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/6963145726577140174?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/bMeIGafEOXg/what-ive-been-up-to.html" title="What I've been up to" /><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16305617274410125224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/SQ0BjXdt9cI/AAAAAAAAAVU/MtTgZtPa_f8/S220/amy5.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/TMzU352bYRI/AAAAAAAABE4/3b703eHCBag/s72-c/hosanna-dress.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-ive-been-up-to.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IDQH04cSp7ImA9Wx5XEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-5294414863794253633</id><published>2010-08-31T18:42:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T21:26:11.339-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-09T21:26:11.339-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gratefulness" /><title>The Jesus Song</title><summary type="html">I like family rituals.  And we have many of them.One of my favorites is the bedtime ritual.  Each day, at bedtime, after the kids are theoretically ready for bed, we gather together in the living room.  Then each child in turn says the verse for the week and picks a song that we as a family sing.  Finally, we pray and the kids are off to bed.The other night, Josephine was the first to say the &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/DcyDIvWzNO8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/5294414863794253633/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2010/08/jesus-song.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/5294414863794253633?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/5294414863794253633?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/DcyDIvWzNO8/jesus-song.html" title="The Jesus Song" /><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16305617274410125224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/SQ0BjXdt9cI/AAAAAAAAAVU/MtTgZtPa_f8/S220/amy5.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i534.photobucket.com/albums/ee349/GDest07/ann%20voskamp/th_mondaybutton2.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2010/08/jesus-song.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8CQn46fip7ImA9Wx5RFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-3659227987431230317</id><published>2010-08-23T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T14:14:23.016-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-23T14:14:23.016-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gratefulness" /><title>Thousand Gifts, part 6</title><summary type="html">61. A gentle father, teaching his son to mow the yard62. A son, eager to learn and contribute to the household63. Men teaching boys to love hard work64. Sweet Sunday, once again sweet65. (and the namesake meets again, little Tommy)66. wide smiles67. curly tops68. guitar lessons69. pleasant, filling fellowship70. Calm tummies, even  after eating too many sweet rolls and sweet corn71. Young love72.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/OIyTNEkX1lU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/3659227987431230317/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2010/08/thousand-gifts-part-6.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/3659227987431230317?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/3659227987431230317?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/OIyTNEkX1lU/thousand-gifts-part-6.html" title="Thousand Gifts, part 6" /><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16305617274410125224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/SQ0BjXdt9cI/AAAAAAAAAVU/MtTgZtPa_f8/S220/amy5.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i534.photobucket.com/albums/ee349/GDest07/ann%20voskamp/th_mondaybutton2.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2010/08/thousand-gifts-part-6.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEFQHc7eip7ImA9Wx5SE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-4140988561581156218</id><published>2010-08-08T22:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T22:13:31.902-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-08T22:13:31.902-05:00</app:edited><title>Thousand gifts, Part 5</title><summary type="html">41. round green blooms on the onions42. twinkling stars on a clear night43. Tommy's first birthday44. that he lived through those first few preemie weeks, through the H1N1 flu, and on to today, his Birthday45. how he learned to sign "please" when we fed him Birthday ice cream46.  The other kids, insisting that they, too, get to give him a birthday present47. Tommy learning to drink through a &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/6FMQQxv8QFU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/4140988561581156218/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2010/08/thousand-gifts-part-5.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/4140988561581156218?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/4140988561581156218?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/6FMQQxv8QFU/thousand-gifts-part-5.html" title="Thousand gifts, Part 5" /><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16305617274410125224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/SQ0BjXdt9cI/AAAAAAAAAVU/MtTgZtPa_f8/S220/amy5.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/TF9xgR_jiAI/AAAAAAAABEc/ZgNR0BLfNMo/s72-c/onion-793778.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2010/08/thousand-gifts-part-5.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEFR3k6fip7ImA9Wx5TF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-6487128826691350232</id><published>2010-08-02T14:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T14:33:36.716-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-02T14:33:36.716-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gratefulness" /><title /><summary type="html">31. So many shades of green in the summer tree tops32. Hazy water, evaporating from sprinklers33. One more chicken than last week (we mis-counted last week, I guess!)34. Ladies and families that serve our church every week by cooking breakfast for all who come35. Three different people that were kind enough to jump our van36. Stores open late on a Sunday evening, that carry new batteries for cars&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/3s4pEyoZ6ZA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/6487128826691350232/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2010/08/31.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/6487128826691350232?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/6487128826691350232?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/3s4pEyoZ6ZA/31.html" title="" /><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16305617274410125224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/SQ0BjXdt9cI/AAAAAAAAAVU/MtTgZtPa_f8/S220/amy5.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i534.photobucket.com/albums/ee349/GDest07/ann%20voskamp/th_mondaybutton2.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2010/08/31.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8ESH86fyp7ImA9Wx5TFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-1069101886358508739</id><published>2010-07-30T14:39:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T15:46:49.117-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-30T15:46:49.117-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gratefulness" /><title>Thousand Gifts, part 3</title><summary type="html">21. Partial fencing around a yard that keeps an escaped chicken from really escaping.22. Bennet isn't afraid to catch such a chicken.23. Neighbors all use their air conditioning and haven't noticed the crowing of that particular chicken, who is almost certainly a rooter, not a hen like we thought.24. Husband's coming home after a bit away for work.25. 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