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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:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;A04AQHo5eSp7ImA9WxBSE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362</id><updated>2009-12-20T08:39:01.421-06:00</updated><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="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.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><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>149</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:emailServiceId>GrowingLikeTrees</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cNRno4eSp7ImA9WxBSEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-7663328876761802174</id><published>2009-12-19T21:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T21:51:37.431-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-19T21:51:37.431-06:00</app:edited><title>In Her Footsteps</title><summary type="html">When I was little, I dreaded certain things about Christmas.  One of them was opening gifts.  Now don't get me wrong, I liked getting gifts, of course! But there was always something other the tree that was either gross, gaudy, or somehow embarrassing.  And I found it rather uncomfortable to be greeted with such a present and try to feel (and therefore act) grateful.I distinctly remember the year&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/yHxnXF73sZk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/7663328876761802174/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-her-footsteps.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/7663328876761802174?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/7663328876761802174?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/yHxnXF73sZk/in-her-footsteps.html" title="In Her Footsteps" /><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06529904756253943041" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-her-footsteps.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8MQng4eSp7ImA9WxBSEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-7127741302224615762</id><published>2009-12-16T22:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T22:41:23.631-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-16T22:41:23.631-06:00</app:edited><title>If you give a Mom a muffin....</title><summary type="html">If you give a mom a muffin,She'll want a cup of coffee to go with it.She'll pour herself some.Her three-year-old will spill the coffee.She'll wipe it up.Wiping the floor, she'll find dirty socks.She'll remember she has to do laundry.When she puts the laundry in the washer,She'll trip over boots and bump into the freezer.Bumping into the freezer will remind hershe has to plan for supper.She will &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/iN7pg_xdyuU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/7127741302224615762/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-you-give-mom-muffin.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/7127741302224615762?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/7127741302224615762?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/iN7pg_xdyuU/if-you-give-mom-muffin.html" title="If you give a Mom a muffin...." /><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06529904756253943041" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-you-give-mom-muffin.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUDQ344cSp7ImA9WxNWFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-5544535906471349656</id><published>2009-10-14T20:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:44:32.039-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-14T22:44:32.039-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="health" /><title>Nine ways to treat thrush (mostly) naturally</title><summary type="html">One of the most painful parts of breastfeeding is thrush.  I've had it numerous times, and a friend of mine is currently battling it.   Our local lactation consultants are woefully ignorant of the most effective natural treatments for thrush.  If yours are too, perhaps this list will help you (and me when it next occurs).Catch it right away.  After dozens of times around this block, I can finally&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/xOrLR2hU2x8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/5544535906471349656/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/10/nine-ways-to-treat-thrush-mostly.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/5544535906471349656?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/5544535906471349656?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/xOrLR2hU2x8/nine-ways-to-treat-thrush-mostly.html" title="Nine ways to treat thrush (mostly) naturally" /><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06529904756253943041" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/10/nine-ways-to-treat-thrush-mostly.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04MRXcyeip7ImA9WxNWFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-3160649082493320756</id><published>2009-10-14T20:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T20:59:44.992-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-14T20:59:44.992-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crafts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="homeschool" /><title>Decorating Pumpkins</title><summary type="html">I was too much a scaredy cat to actually get out paints to decorate pumpkins.It was just easier to use sharpies.  (That was scary too).Everyone got their own to decorate (they gave them out at church last Sunday, yipee!)Orange didn't show up very well on the pumpkins.Red did though.Yellow didn't show up well either.  Jo was innovative, and colored her stem purple.Paper under the pumpkins was &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/lXQY4xez1Fc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/3160649082493320756/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/10/decorating-pumpkins.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/3160649082493320756?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/3160649082493320756?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/lXQY4xez1Fc/decorating-pumpkins.html" title="Decorating Pumpkins" /><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06529904756253943041" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/StaBW_8xveI/AAAAAAAAA90/L4eoHE44YSY/s72-c/pump-all.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/10/decorating-pumpkins.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIHRH0_eip7ImA9WxNWE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-5664016665961784514</id><published>2009-10-12T13:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T13:52:15.342-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-12T13:52:15.342-05:00</app:edited><title>Lemongrass</title><summary type="html">Considering that it's cold now, very cold, we decided to save our lemongrass.  We didn't have the time that night to properly harvest it, so Chester brought it inside.With it came seven grasshoppers.  The kids were pretty excited about the new "pets".  So we're trying to be discreet about killing them off.The smell of the lemongrass is wonderful.  I can hardly wait until we chop it up!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/Tooi2S066VM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/5664016665961784514/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/10/lemongrass.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/5664016665961784514?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/5664016665961784514?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/Tooi2S066VM/lemongrass.html" title="Lemongrass" /><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06529904756253943041" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/StN48pQx1WI/AAAAAAAAA9M/9CDcEKgtU6k/s72-c/lemongrass.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/10/lemongrass.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MNQngzeyp7ImA9WxNXF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-5526683112296879043</id><published>2009-10-05T13:19:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T14:04:53.683-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-05T14:04:53.683-05:00</app:edited><title>Candy Love from Scrap Fabric</title><summary type="html">Even in a project that starts out using scraps (like this dress I made), there's scraps left over.What to do with small scraps of a fabric?  Especially fancy fabric?Last week was our anniversary, and my husband's favorite candy is Dove chocolate.  I took the opportunity to make custom dove wrappers.The supplies:small scraps of fabricscissors and/or pinking shearstiny rubber bands (I got these at &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/R_5R5Om9caI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/5526683112296879043/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/10/candy-love-from-scrap-fabric.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/5526683112296879043?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/5526683112296879043?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/R_5R5Om9caI/candy-love-from-scrap-fabric.html" title="Candy Love from Scrap Fabric" /><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06529904756253943041" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/Sso_4WacWBI/AAAAAAAAA78/dn0cwsOdp8E/s72-c/scrap1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/10/candy-love-from-scrap-fabric.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUHRXY8eip7ImA9WxNXEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-1752967918582823363</id><published>2009-09-29T17:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T17:43:54.872-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-29T17:43:54.872-05:00</app:edited><title>We have bees!</title><summary type="html">Oh, and pears.Too bad the bees aren't producing honey for us.  But they are providing entertainment.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/jlcNqRsf3Ws" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/1752967918582823363/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-have-bees.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/1752967918582823363?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/1752967918582823363?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/jlcNqRsf3Ws/we-have-bees.html" title="We have bees!" /><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06529904756253943041" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/SsKNl9PiXNI/AAAAAAAAA70/jzjCOH6t5yA/s72-c/bee-pear.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-have-bees.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AFRn4yfSp7ImA9WxNXEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-9167300418706349355</id><published>2009-09-26T22:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T22:21:57.095-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-26T22:21:57.095-05:00</app:edited><title>because I have too much free time....</title><summary type="html">As you might imagine, with five kids, one being a new infant, and the oldest being six, I have a lot of free time.  Add to that a part-time job (20 hours a week), which I went back to this week, a Bible study that actually requires me to work at it, playing piano for church and getting ready for our big conference at work.... well, I really need a hobby.So I took one up.I've always liked to sew,&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/Eacna-ukE7g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/9167300418706349355/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/09/because-i-have-too-much-free-time.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/9167300418706349355?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/9167300418706349355?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/Eacna-ukE7g/because-i-have-too-much-free-time.html" title="because I have too much free time...." /><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06529904756253943041" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/Sr7Y0EjbnmI/AAAAAAAAA7s/BLGqlBhdWb4/s72-c/sarah_sm2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/09/because-i-have-too-much-free-time.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EHRn0zeCp7ImA9WxNREUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-1100530177761972816</id><published>2009-09-04T20:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T20:53:57.380-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-04T20:53:57.380-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="homeschool" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><title>A scribble art primer</title><summary type="html">This week's art project: scribble coloring.My family did this when I was a kid, and I realized this week that my kids had never done this.  So we learned.First, you scribble loosely on the paper.Then you color in the spaces, all different colors.Josephine was very careful to color in all the spaces.Bennet had his own interpretation of the scribble picture, and it looks great!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/MWeFsNi_sdg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/1100530177761972816/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/09/scribble-art-primer.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/1100530177761972816?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/1100530177761972816?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/MWeFsNi_sdg/scribble-art-primer.html" title="A scribble art primer" /><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06529904756253943041" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/SqHDFvmU0pI/AAAAAAAAA7E/u8DEx5-Bfys/s72-c/scribble3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/09/scribble-art-primer.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QGQXo_eyp7ImA9WxNREUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-1632005013718902824</id><published>2009-09-04T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T19:42:00.443-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-04T19:42:00.443-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nature" /><title>Grape Jelly for the severely preoccupied</title><summary type="html">Our grapes were ripe on the day I went into labor.  Which do you think took my attention?So, the kids (and Chester) picked.Chester piled them into the roaster, added a cup or two of water and put it on low.Several hours later (this is fine for up to 12 hours or so), they were all cooked out -- the only lumps remained were seeds.  Then Chester strained the mixture through a pillow case into ice &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/s48WKjrVF6A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/1632005013718902824/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/09/grape-jelly-for-severely-preoccupied.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/1632005013718902824?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/1632005013718902824?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/s48WKjrVF6A/grape-jelly-for-severely-preoccupied.html" title="Grape Jelly for the severely preoccupied" /><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06529904756253943041" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/SqBlYuH4mPI/AAAAAAAAA6g/y3NkznJBIyQ/s72-c/grapes2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/09/grape-jelly-for-severely-preoccupied.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQEQng5cCp7ImA9WxNREE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-7193695058222832084</id><published>2009-09-03T18:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T18:58:23.628-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-03T18:58:23.628-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><title>A Sweet Namesake</title><summary type="html">Last Sunday was a Family Holiday:  Sweet SundayYears ago, the Davises lived in the city, and were somewhat impoverished.  One year when they had practically nothing to eat, someone dropped by with a truckload of corn, and just gave it to them (the corn, not the truck).  They celebrated by inviting over a couple of friends and eating an entire meal of sweet corn that night.  Thus, the birth of &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/Y3kLlxya6PE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/7193695058222832084/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/09/sweet-namesake.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/7193695058222832084?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/7193695058222832084?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/Y3kLlxya6PE/sweet-namesake.html" title="A Sweet Namesake" /><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06529904756253943041" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/SqBXl7PkkBI/AAAAAAAAA6I/qkWlh0rz3hc/s72-c/chet3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/09/sweet-namesake.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UCRX46eip7ImA9WxNSFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-5699373099243551902</id><published>2009-08-29T17:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T17:34:24.012-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-29T17:34:24.012-05:00</app:edited><title>When I grow up....</title><summary type="html">I wana be like Daddy.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/O6oqphjQznY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/5699373099243551902/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-i-grow-up.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/5699373099243551902?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/5699373099243551902?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/O6oqphjQznY/when-i-grow-up.html" title="When I grow up...." /><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06529904756253943041" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/Spms3D6jidI/AAAAAAAAA5w/FUOycst1ccg/s72-c/ice.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-i-grow-up.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEDRXk8cCp7ImA9WxNSFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-7106325979884226257</id><published>2009-08-28T16:52:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T17:14:34.778-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-28T17:14:34.778-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="homeschool" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nature" /><title>Back-to-school nature walking</title><summary type="html">Our first nature walk in a good while.And baby's first nature walk!  He looks like a baby kangaroo.  I should call him Joey.  Or Roo.  It's a good thing he was bundled, because it was just a tad rainy and chilly, and we locked ourselves out, so it was a nice long nature walk.Matt is dressing himself these days!  He's all ready to go.Our mission:  To notice berries.And to go exploring.Instead of &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/MYLzC86nwmg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/7106325979884226257/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-school-nature-walking.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/7106325979884226257?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/7106325979884226257?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/MYLzC86nwmg/back-to-school-nature-walking.html" title="Back-to-school nature walking" /><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06529904756253943041" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/SphURy8Y7hI/AAAAAAAAA2g/WF_pTsngLkY/s72-c/joey.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-school-nature-walking.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMHQn49eyp7ImA9WxNTEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-3608920664257803045</id><published>2009-08-13T15:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T15:47:13.063-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-13T15:47:13.063-05:00</app:edited><title>The announcement!</title><summary type="html">Our baby (whom we'll call Thomas on this blog) was born Saturday afternoon 3:51 pm.  He was 6 pounds, 4 ounces -- pretty hefty for 4 weeks and a day early.  He came out absolutely howling, and I got to hold him for about ten minutes before they whisked him away to the NICU for checking over.  Once in the NICU his breathing deteriorated quickly, not doing anything unusual for a preemie, but giving&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/3p-q71xYCV0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/3608920664257803045/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/08/announcement.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/3608920664257803045?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/3608920664257803045?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/3p-q71xYCV0/announcement.html" title="The announcement!" /><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06529904756253943041" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/SoR7o0p3K1I/AAAAAAAAA00/SFFnX-dm66s/s72-c/Josiah1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/08/announcement.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4ESXc6eyp7ImA9WxJUFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-5692692896879745643</id><published>2009-07-13T21:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:41:48.913-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-13T22:41:48.913-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><title /><summary type="html">Of all the kids, Lisel is the most like me.  This causes her to be both uniquely endearing and uniquely annoying to me.  In my totally pregnant, super hot, so achy I can hardly move, the "annoying" side has definitely been dominating lately.Most of my childhood insecurities, I see in her.  But instead of causing me to have compassion and reach out to her in a way that I know is meaningful to her,&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/7cuUOjLMNPw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/5692692896879745643/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/07/of-all-kids-lisel-is-most-like-me.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/5692692896879745643?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/5692692896879745643?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/7cuUOjLMNPw/of-all-kids-lisel-is-most-like-me.html" title="" /><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06529904756253943041" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/07/of-all-kids-lisel-is-most-like-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUNQnw5cCp7ImA9WxJXFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-3948255789174465565</id><published>2009-06-10T15:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T15:38:13.228-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-10T15:38:13.228-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="amusants" /><title>Amusing craigslist posts</title><summary type="html">I've become a bit of a craigslist junkie lately.  I've been looking for a few specific items, and the good deals go fast, so I've been watching the local list closely.  Most items are more expensive than I would expect at garage sales, but I feel like it pays off in not driving all over town just waiting to find the perfect deal.As a side benefit, I find the ads rather amusing.  Now, I've never &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/kA1L-ozgKNQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/3948255789174465565/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/06/amusing-craigslist-posts.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/3948255789174465565?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/3948255789174465565?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/kA1L-ozgKNQ/amusing-craigslist-posts.html" title="Amusing craigslist posts" /><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06529904756253943041" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/SjAXb_0-z0I/AAAAAAAAAyE/OUvfM9v5G2Y/s72-c/duck-toy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/06/amusing-craigslist-posts.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIERHo6cCp7ImA9WxJXFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-1258753487757064290</id><published>2009-06-08T20:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:28:25.418-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-08T21:28:25.418-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crafts" /><title>Unplugged Cheese</title><summary type="html">I have wanted to, for a long time, join in the unplugged weekly projects.  I just never seem to get on the ball within the week.  But I love that site.  Pretty much everything about it jives with me -- reducing "screen" time, no TV, hands-on activity with kids, what's not to love?So tonight, I go to check out the weekly project, and notice that just the other day,  We Chester and the kids did the&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/KwX3UffTLss" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/1258753487757064290/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/06/unplugged-cheese.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/1258753487757064290?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/1258753487757064290?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/KwX3UffTLss/unplugged-cheese.html" title="Unplugged Cheese" /><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06529904756253943041" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/Si3FJ6dIHtI/AAAAAAAAAx8/6fHxR7Pccbo/s72-c/cheese.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/06/unplugged-cheese.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0INRHo4eSp7ImA9WxJXFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-7045088580467307790</id><published>2009-06-07T21:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:53:15.431-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-07T21:53:15.431-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="faith journey" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><title>Principals of Scripture memory</title><summary type="html">Scripture memory is one of those things that makes me laugh at Christians.  First of all, we all know we should do this, but we don't.  And strangely enough, we don't consider ourselves to be sinning that we don't (what is that verse in James which says "to him who knows what to do and does not do it, to him it is sin...?).  (Either that, or we don't care that we're entrenched in laziness and sin&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/Y0gwnkX9aqs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/7045088580467307790/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/06/principals-of-scripture-memory.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/7045088580467307790?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/7045088580467307790?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/Y0gwnkX9aqs/principals-of-scripture-memory.html" title="Principals of Scripture memory" /><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06529904756253943041" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/06/principals-of-scripture-memory.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4GQ349eip7ImA9WxJQFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-6742168211175879186</id><published>2009-05-29T20:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T21:02:02.062-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-29T21:02:02.062-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><title>Driving Lessons</title><summary type="html">Two years ago, when I started my first (now defunct) blog, I opened with a story on how we'd own nineteen vehicles in our (then) 5.5 years of marriage.  At the time he'd just bought two-wheeled vehicle number nine, a Honda Nighthawk that I really liked.  But I did wonder if nineteen vehicles in less than six years was normal...Since then we've bought and sold at least a half dozen more.  It's not&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/S5E5INYtEQM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/6742168211175879186/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/05/driving-lessons.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/6742168211175879186?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/6742168211175879186?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/S5E5INYtEQM/driving-lessons.html" title="Driving Lessons" /><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06529904756253943041" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/SiCS5-bsrZI/AAAAAAAAAw4/8kMmY-H-0Es/s72-c/deere.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/05/driving-lessons.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQMRHo8eSp7ImA9WxJQEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-1899104026802310296</id><published>2009-05-24T20:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T20:53:05.471-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-24T20:53:05.471-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><title>Painful Garage-Saling</title><summary type="html">I think I've done a rather effective job of brainwashing my kids in some areas:  They all love to garage sale.  Yesterday morning was a special treat -- one of the best church rummage sales I've ever seen.Bennet brought his own money, and very quickly made the decision to use it to buy a skateboard.After we had him cleaned up from "trying it out", they gave it to him free.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/Xs3ILhE3q-Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/1899104026802310296/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/05/painful-garage-saling.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/1899104026802310296?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/1899104026802310296?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/Xs3ILhE3q-Y/painful-garage-saling.html" title="Painful Garage-Saling" /><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06529904756253943041" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/Shn510e9eSI/AAAAAAAAAww/htuTqkK93M8/s72-c/bennet-face.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/05/painful-garage-saling.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAGSX4yeCp7ImA9WxJTFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-5369351195132329454</id><published>2009-04-23T20:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:05:28.090-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-23T21:05:28.090-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><title>I earned a penny today</title><summary type="html">After supper tonight, Chester did the dishes (what a man), while I sat out front, pretending to weed the flower beds, and watching the kids play.  After a while, Bennet grew tired of simply riding his bike, and came up to me."If you go tell Dad that I'm almost ready to play football with him, then I'll give you a penny on your birthday!"&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/-2stmxB6Fpg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/5369351195132329454/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-earned-penny-today.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/5369351195132329454?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/5369351195132329454?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/-2stmxB6Fpg/i-earned-penny-today.html" title="I earned a penny today" /><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06529904756253943041" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-earned-penny-today.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQBQXc5eCp7ImA9WxJTFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-7054201712004011598</id><published>2009-04-22T16:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T16:39:10.920-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-22T16:39:10.920-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="homeschool" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nature" /><title>Earth day gardening</title><summary type="html">Chester's really good at starting our garden in February.   Here it is now.It's pretty much taken over the living room, but is impressively healthy.  Pretty soon they'll be hardened off, and get to move outside permanently.  Then I'll have more involvement with keeping them alive (watered) and weeded.My favorite are these miniature "pistau basil" plants.  They're full grown and in bloom at less &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/Zd2IgAk8q-w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/7054201712004011598/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/04/earth-day-gardening.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/7054201712004011598?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/7054201712004011598?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/Zd2IgAk8q-w/earth-day-gardening.html" title="Earth day gardening" /><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06529904756253943041" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/SeqhQ-Fcj3I/AAAAAAAAAqY/My2fiTmCnrs/s72-c/indoor.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/04/earth-day-gardening.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIEQXw6eCp7ImA9WxJTEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-901534675898594620</id><published>2009-04-20T09:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T09:25:00.210-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-20T09:25:00.210-05:00</app:edited><title>Creativity trumps stubbornness</title><summary type="html">We took an after-supper bike ride last week on a beautiful evening.  Chester had promised Bennet that we'd "go see the horses" (a bit over a mile away, on a dirt road).  So we all got ready to go - Lisel and Jo in the trailer (since their Lisel's bike doesn't go fast enough for a family ride, and Jo is still on a trike).  But Matt, being his usual stubborn self, was determined to ride his own &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/tTzM7U9L40U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/901534675898594620/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/04/creativity-trumps-stubbornness.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/901534675898594620?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/901534675898594620?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/tTzM7U9L40U/creativity-trumps-stubbornness.html" title="Creativity trumps stubbornness" /><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06529904756253943041" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/SeqazB-1l_I/AAAAAAAAApw/Pgk-72Gltkg/s72-c/bike-trailer.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/04/creativity-trumps-stubbornness.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUEQXk_fip7ImA9WxJTEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-4483147564526409692</id><published>2009-04-20T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T09:20:00.746-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-20T09:20:00.746-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="homeschool" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nature" /><title>First nature walk of the season</title><summary type="html">Wow, it's been so fun to go outside now that the weather is nice!Our first "school" nature walk focused mostly on noticing buds on trees, and the color yellow (which is Matt's favorite -- he loves to say "lellow!"  Not many of my pictures of buds turned out terrific, but the "lellow" shots were okay :)A lilac bud."Look mom! Lellow!""Mom, I picked you some flowers!"&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/l0oKgfgRDvU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/4483147564526409692/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-nature-walk-of-season.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/4483147564526409692?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/4483147564526409692?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/l0oKgfgRDvU/first-nature-walk-of-season.html" title="First nature walk of the season" /><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06529904756253943041" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0qC36mYjgfE/Seqf00_aZRI/AAAAAAAAAqI/bM_Tib4-28I/s72-c/lilac.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-nature-walk-of-season.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkABQnYzeip7ImA9WxJTEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-430120468507799362.post-2213452954239646801</id><published>2009-04-18T16:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T16:05:53.882-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-18T16:05:53.882-05:00</app:edited><title>Pearls before Breakfast</title><summary type="html">Do you take the time to recognize beauty?  What would the results be if someone actually conducted an experiment to see?I just read this amazing, amazing article.  It's long.  It's worth your reading it. I'm going to read it again later.  But I had to pass it on to you. I'll be thinking about it for a good while.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~4/oIpTAZOMd-g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/feeds/2213452954239646801/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/04/pearls-before-breakfast.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/2213452954239646801?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/430120468507799362/posts/default/2213452954239646801?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/GrowingLikeTrees/~3/oIpTAZOMd-g/pearls-before-breakfast.html" title="Pearls before Breakfast" /><author><name>Amy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="06529904756253943041" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://growingliketrees.blogspot.com/2009/04/pearls-before-breakfast.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
