<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5360029</id><updated>2024-09-09T01:16:52.071+08:00</updated><category term="Makes Me Smile"/><category term="In The States"/><category term="Blast From The Past"/><category term="She Loves Her Daddy"/><category term="Our Pick"/><category term="Raising Rock Stars Preschool"/><category term="Catch up"/><category term="In Review"/><category term="Things To Ponder"/><category term="This Month"/><category term="reality"/><category term="stories"/><title type="text">Jacob, Sara, Keely and Jordan's Adventures</title><subtitle type="html"/><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360029/posts/default?redirect=false" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/" rel="alternate" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360029/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false" rel="next" type="application/atom+xml"/><author><name>Jacob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12695851912216257416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="23" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4uHD2bKcIln92I35ABFtKzkv_nXt9Mr2LR2mhcsyeS11LaTJIIeJTop2cDEJjb8l_aB603INtZUzDgtYFE0BjJHVDS9nd21ubsakXh4iS9eA_ayMFeYLn7_pyJsuccg/s320/family3.jpg" width="32"/></author><generator uri="http://www.blogger.com" version="7.00">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>633</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><xhtml:meta content="noindex" name="robots" xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"/><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5360029.post-7375059771349623576</id><published>2013-08-27T09:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2013-08-27T09:59:59.151+08:00</updated><title type="text">On The Road Again</title><content type="html">Jacob is back on the road today for a week. Today when I was driving the girls to school, it was funny to think that both Jacob being home and Jacob traveling feel normal. I think that is a good thing. The other normal things when Jacob is gone is 1) the girls get sick and 2) something else happens to make things crazy. Keely started having sinus issues and a scratchy throat Friday night and Jordan joined her Sunday night. They decided to start getting sick before Jacob left this time! We ran out of Tylenol and Ibuprofen last night, and Jacob was able to go out and get us some! So thankful! Yesterday, as I was about to walk out the door to go to Costco my legs started bothering me. I walked back in and got on the computer to check the weather and a tropical storm was forming down in the Philippines. It looks like it will just come up the side of Taiwan, but I can still feel those storms in my joints even if they aren't going to effect the island too much. That will be the predictable excitement! We'll see what the unpredictable excitement will be!!&lt;br /&gt;
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I have had a lot of thoughts that I've been thinking of sharing, but I'm just never near anywhere to write them down. We'll see if I'll be able to work writing more into my daily schedule or not. You just never know!&lt;br /&gt;
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I do know that life is just normally crazy and busy. Before the girls started back to school, I wondered what my days would look like. However, they looked a lot like they did when it was just Jordan and I. I don't think I did a very good job of putting things on hold so she and I could learn and play together. What I'm realizing is that she just joined me in my life. Going to stores and going to Bible studies. Funny how it sounds, but that built a good bulk of our time right there! With Jordan in school, Jacob feels more free to ask me to help with a project or two. So all in all, I'm not bored with both girls in school. My biggest obstacle these past too weeks is that I have tried to do too much while the girls are in school and then I'm exhausted when they get home and need snacks, help with homework, dinner, showers, and bed time stories. I forgot that my fatigue happens in the afternoons -- and can be pretty bad if I don't rest in the afternoon. One of my biggest priorities this week is to rest in the afternoons before I pick the girls up from school. Jacob had been helping with homework, because doing it with two who both want help at the same time can be a headache. However, Jacob gave me a chance to try it out yesterday and it was crazy but we succeeded. I'm glad, though, that I had rested! I just have to learn what my body needs and listen to it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I just feel like I should leave you with a picture today since I haven't posted any pictures in a long time! Some of you may have seen this picture on Facebook. Jacob took it on the first day of school. We were all waiting to cross the street to the school, and the girls were holding hands and talking about school and recess and playing together at recess. It just made our hearts want to burst! We prayed before the girls were born that our children would be good friends. They have their days, but I especially take joy in days like this one!&lt;br /&gt;
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It's always hard being a single parent-- the girls miss their dad, I miss my best friend, and there is more work! Then enters this crazy journey I've been on since we started this particular job in June of 2009. Just a couple weeks after we arrived in Hong Kong, my body just shut down one day. I was able to muster enough energy to get Jordan down for an early nap (she was one at the time) and I gave Keely (who was two and a half) the IPod to watch Sesame Street podcasts. (Podcasts didn't run continuously at that time- so every 2 minutes Keely would wake me up to turn on the next one. I would go back to sleep right away every time!) Things just progressed from there -- needing to take a nap once a week to twice a week to every afternoon. Then the joint pain started. All of that has just continued as new symptoms pop up every few months. Needless to say-- that makes life hard in general, but it can really make it difficult when it's just me here!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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But this job is just so God. Jacob came out here doing IT! Now we work with students! (It's just hard to write down all of the details that makes that so crazy and so amazing- so just trust me that it's truly amazing)! God gives Jacob new abilities all the time as well as pulling out talents and characteristics -- many which may have been hidden in our last job.&lt;/div&gt;
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God gets me through when Jacob is gone. I often have energy I never have any other time. Today was not one of those days though. I didn't have energy when I woke up this morning. I was hurting this morning and I didn't want to get up, let alone do all the things it takes to get to Costco and shop in Costco. I mean really!?! Lady with the child on your back, we had two more things on our shopping list and a girl who needed to use the restroom! Could you really walk past us so slowly, making it impossible to turn down the aisle-- all the while you check out the items in my cart!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Today was hard and we made it! And I think we made it liking each other. I don't think any of the three of us were contemplating running away today! Now, that was God! That was a miracle! Praise the Lord to allow Jacob to do this job and allow us three girls to support him even with the obstacles we have! Praise The Lord!&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/feeds/3501932068623107361/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2013/07/we-survived-today-through-god-alone.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360029/posts/default/3501932068623107361" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360029/posts/default/3501932068623107361" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2013/07/we-survived-today-through-god-alone.html" rel="alternate" title="We survived today, through God alone!" type="text/html"/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10773562753489354284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="23" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgND2Uxkz7KXvHO5KI9GaUrdQpFt7mLdwZ4pVOvkPfskzvho3whqTFSNl5bbY6hpLFrnDV1pAM7-arVIRSjt7UPfCK8P59NTjvs1oj8Mt1IH1hd-YQyNMvKgdQiUGC3NQ/s220/March_5.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5360029.post-868158927977289498</id><published>2013-04-17T09:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2013-04-17T09:47:51.141+08:00</updated><title type="text">Thankful</title><content type="html">I have been meaning to post sooner and thank all of you for your prayers while Jacob has been gone. God didn't answer my prayers the way I thought he might last Wednesday, but His ways are always better! I WAS exhausted after Bible study, but we managed to buy a few things at the grocery store, got ourselves home and ate lunch before I crashed for an hour nap. I'm thankful Jordan does room time and then continues to entertain herself during those crashes! I'm also thankful those naps give me enough energy to make it until the girls' bedtime! I got the kitchen cleaned up and the dishes done about 10pm. The train wreck that had occurred in the living room finally got cleaned up including the clothes that needed putting up on Thursday. Those towels managed to get washed on Thursday too. Jacob didn't sleep any on his flight even though he had a whole row to himself, but it sounded like he got a lot of work done! When I woke up Thursday morning with only a couple things checked off my to-do list, I had an overwhelming sense of peace. I knew we were being prayed for and that peace was better than everything going exactly how I had wanted. &lt;br /&gt;
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The rest of the week has gone well. Friday morning, the lady who cleans our apartment called sick. It was amazing though that I already had everything picked up and I hadn't left any dishes for her to wash, so cleaning the bathrooms and vacuuming was pretty quick and easy to do! Four-thirty Sunday morning, Keely woke up with a fever. When we woke later that morning the fever meds were doing their job, but it was starting to climb again so we gave her more. I was thankful that we have a pharmacy that is a two-minute walk away! I kept her medicated all day and we kept her fever under 100. She had Iowa Testing this week and I didn't want her to be sick. She was able to go to school Monday. She was tired though, and we went at lunchtime to check on her. We wanted to make sure she wasn't exhausted and needed to crawl into bed! Jordan started getting the low-grade fever too, but everyone is mostly well now. Just some allergy symptoms, which is typical this time of year for our family!&lt;br /&gt;
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Yesterday afternoon and evening we seemed to have had enough of this three person family and were ready to be reunited with Jacob! Only 3 sleeps left! "I think I can, I think I can!"&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Monday was the first day of school! I can't believe the summer went by so fast! It was so busy, and I just wish we could have had more time! But you can't stop the passing of time!! &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Keely started the first grade! I can't believe that she will be six in 
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Jordan is staying home with me this year. I just need to spend some more time with her before she goes to school all day next year!! So we started her school work on Monday too.&lt;br /&gt;
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We'll just see how fast this school year goes by. I have a feeling it will go by way too fast!</content><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/feeds/2488168453094298904/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2012/08/first-day-of-school.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360029/posts/default/2488168453094298904" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360029/posts/default/2488168453094298904" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2012/08/first-day-of-school.html" rel="alternate" title="First Day of School" type="text/html"/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10773562753489354284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="23" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgND2Uxkz7KXvHO5KI9GaUrdQpFt7mLdwZ4pVOvkPfskzvho3whqTFSNl5bbY6hpLFrnDV1pAM7-arVIRSjt7UPfCK8P59NTjvs1oj8Mt1IH1hd-YQyNMvKgdQiUGC3NQ/s220/March_5.jpg" width="32"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFCv-3Wx_6wfvjvhvoQd_DAXjnzqbCali7sGAs8Te4DynWVHWC-tHJSAdTtD6hWQ0jEdr_k6AiljBdC3KcaTtFRsqv7zOIht49yOA86mUbXJyZUAkbyUlFtk7HvJgMIpDc5Wtr/s72-c/K&amp;J.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5360029.post-3635086488041333049</id><published>2012-08-10T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-08-10T22:57:49.860+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Makes Me Smile"/><title type="text">The Things I Learned Through Pictures</title><content type="html">The day my camera got lost, I was frustrated. I was frustrated at myself because I trusted a 4-year-old with my camera. As we were searching for it, that fact seemed like one of the stupidest things I could have done. "Of course I'm searching for an hour for my camera, I let my 4-year-old play with it," I think to myself. However, if you follow me on Facebook, you would also know by the comment this little girl made today that she acts thirty some days. (She commented to me about how big Keely is getting -- that's something an adult says -- not the little sister)! I was also frustrated just at the fact that one of the things I use the most was lost! I hate to lose things, especially things that I grab throughout the day to capture some wonderful, sweet or crazy thing going on in my home. At least I wasn't frustrated about the possibility of losing pictures. I had downloaded the night before and had only taken five before my girls got a hold of it. The camera was found that night as I was getting in bed. It was under the covers! It appeared that it got laid down on my bed before I made it, and I made the bed over the camera! :-)&lt;br /&gt;
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What is prompting me to write about the camera getting lost when it happened last Saturday and it's Friday night -- almost a week later? I finally downloaded this weeks pictures so I could do a blog post. I downloaded 126 pictures. My girls took 100 pictures on that Saturday. They took 69 pictures of the television while they watched the movie "The Lorax."&lt;br /&gt;
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I learned a few things from those pictures.&lt;br /&gt;
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1. Some things appear to be more photgenic to the 5 and under crowd than they would to me.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. The dramatic child in the family will do anything to get in a picture.&lt;br /&gt;
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4. The pile of books that appear while they are being "sorted" makes my blood pressure rise even when seeing them in pictures.&lt;br /&gt;
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The girls managed to document our morning much better than I ever have. Maybe if I can manage to not make the bed over the camera and freak out, they can do it again some time.</content><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/feeds/3635086488041333049/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2012/08/the-things-i-learned-through-pictures.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360029/posts/default/3635086488041333049" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360029/posts/default/3635086488041333049" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2012/08/the-things-i-learned-through-pictures.html" rel="alternate" title="The Things I Learned Through Pictures" type="text/html"/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10773562753489354284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="23" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgND2Uxkz7KXvHO5KI9GaUrdQpFt7mLdwZ4pVOvkPfskzvho3whqTFSNl5bbY6hpLFrnDV1pAM7-arVIRSjt7UPfCK8P59NTjvs1oj8Mt1IH1hd-YQyNMvKgdQiUGC3NQ/s220/March_5.jpg" width="32"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYA4HQBALx5TKfoiKQWauKKpPQi_Mo9ubxCmqQ1ZZYLmYamhJMq-We10DU-6dllYrlxuS50I_sdukF-uJXb3omUrfoUckQhf4G6aF_QIg3do8TMedmwAFzCj56OcD8egoo5sof/s72-c/lorax1.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5360029.post-7839277588919898551</id><published>2012-08-03T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-08-03T23:46:31.404+08:00</updated><title type="text">Happy (Late) Birthday Jacob</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Yesterday was Jacob's birthday. It was also a typhoon day, and so instead of going out to celebrate we celebrated at home. We had a nice brunch of biscuits, leftover chick-fil-a chicken strips and breakfast potatoes. For dinner we had BBQ chicken pizza and cheese pizza. For dessert we had cheesecake with a pretzel crust and a mousse type pudding topping (I had some supply issues so the topping became plan C or so!) We relaxed and played a couple games of Mexican Train and Zingo.&lt;/div&gt;
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The girls wanted to choose and buy Jacob's gift themselves. He did get a lens earlier in the year that has been qualified as a gift that keeps giving for each holiday this year! The gift they keep choosing is a mug at Starbucks. A travel mug. We have a lot of them, but we did use every one of them when our student was staying with us and in the hospital so I guess we can use more! The girls went straight to my wrapping box to find paper. We have colored tissue paper and Christmas wrapping paper. Keely explained her predictament to me. "Mom, I want to use wrapping paper but we only have Christmas. Is that okay" "Sure!" Then I hear her explaining to Jordan that they needed to choose one that wasn't too girly. "Mom, we tried to pick one out that wasn't too girly. Do you think it's ok it has a little bit of pink on it?" "Sure!"&lt;/div&gt;
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Then they went into the kitchen to wrap it and I was told that I wasn't needed. Jacob teased the girls as he unwrapped his gift about all of the tape they used. He kept trying to put the tape on them! Finally he got it open!!&lt;/div&gt;
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On the cheesecake, I tried to design a 3 and a 4 with the candles. Before it was lighted it looked close. After it was lit, it was just a ball of fire -- as you can see from all of that smoke!! Jacob suggested that we stock up on all of the numbers 0-9 and an extra 1 to alleviate this problem!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/feeds/7839277588919898551/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2012/08/happy-late-birthday-jacob.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360029/posts/default/7839277588919898551" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360029/posts/default/7839277588919898551" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2012/08/happy-late-birthday-jacob.html" rel="alternate" title="Happy (Late) Birthday Jacob" type="text/html"/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10773562753489354284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="23" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgND2Uxkz7KXvHO5KI9GaUrdQpFt7mLdwZ4pVOvkPfskzvho3whqTFSNl5bbY6hpLFrnDV1pAM7-arVIRSjt7UPfCK8P59NTjvs1oj8Mt1IH1hd-YQyNMvKgdQiUGC3NQ/s220/March_5.jpg" width="32"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjclfwwyK1vnnJsgwktE5nEFjDCq41DsfoexB9Ig5IWWyhoUBVUuCHuhVKoQpWzQs2Rs-uXfvQv5oCVeq1xaVoqTs22ghIrZci2YbtVy4lHhFBrOJ7ygiW3VdyKdEhWBe_8aoWi/s72-c/Jacob_bday2.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5360029.post-171894554316608094</id><published>2012-07-31T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-07-31T23:01:00.304+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="This Month"/><title type="text">July in Review</title><content type="html">This month...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;we had students in our city 25 days&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Jacob taught or debriefed those students for 8 days &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Jacob drove to the airport 9 times &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;the girls and I drove to the airport 2 times &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;we had a student in the hospital for 8 1/2 days&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;the student's dad was here in Taipei for 7 days &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Jacob and I slept on an air mattress in the play room for 13 nights&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Jacob and I slept until 11:30am 3 mornings straight&lt;/li&gt;
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Shew! What a month!</content><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/feeds/171894554316608094/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2012/07/july-in-review.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360029/posts/default/171894554316608094" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360029/posts/default/171894554316608094" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2012/07/july-in-review.html" rel="alternate" title="July in Review" type="text/html"/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10773562753489354284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="23" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgND2Uxkz7KXvHO5KI9GaUrdQpFt7mLdwZ4pVOvkPfskzvho3whqTFSNl5bbY6hpLFrnDV1pAM7-arVIRSjt7UPfCK8P59NTjvs1oj8Mt1IH1hd-YQyNMvKgdQiUGC3NQ/s220/March_5.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5360029.post-4531961621707939676</id><published>2012-07-30T22:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-07-30T22:01:50.545+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Things To Ponder"/><title type="text">The Crazy Ones</title><content type="html">"The people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do."&lt;br /&gt;
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This quote comes up when you open the Hong Kong weather app.&lt;br /&gt;
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Before I posted this, I wanted to see who said this.&amp;nbsp; Interesting enough, it comes from a 1997 Apple commercial. In a variation that never aired, Steve Jobs narrated it. In the one that aired, Richard Dryfus narrated it, and it won several awards.&lt;br /&gt;
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You can find the Steve Jobs variation &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8rwsuXHA7RA" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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The full version of the Think Different ad can be found &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cFEarBzelBs&amp;amp;feature=fvwrel" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.</content><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/feeds/4531961621707939676/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2012/07/the-crazy-ones.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360029/posts/default/4531961621707939676" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360029/posts/default/4531961621707939676" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2012/07/the-crazy-ones.html" rel="alternate" title="The Crazy Ones" type="text/html"/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10773562753489354284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="23" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgND2Uxkz7KXvHO5KI9GaUrdQpFt7mLdwZ4pVOvkPfskzvho3whqTFSNl5bbY6hpLFrnDV1pAM7-arVIRSjt7UPfCK8P59NTjvs1oj8Mt1IH1hd-YQyNMvKgdQiUGC3NQ/s220/March_5.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5360029.post-6669558281542693333</id><published>2012-07-26T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-07-26T20:00:00.411+08:00</updated><title type="text">See You Later</title><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;
In June we had to say, "see you later" to some dear friends. When we first arrived to Taipei, we visited several churches. When we visited the Pearl, the girls went to their class and fell in love with Mrs. Nevada. As Jacob and I tried to figure out where God wanted us, the girls had already chosen where they wanted to be -- at the Pearl with Mrs. Nevada.&amp;nbsp; Right before we went to the States in April, we found out that God was calling the sweet McKenzie family back to Canada. But don't worry McKenzies that was only see you later, the girls will make sure of it!&lt;br /&gt;
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I took this video one morning while Jacob was teaching 22 students at orientation. I don't really remember the morning except that I was sitting on the bench by the door when the girls came up to me with headdresses on that Keely made when she was in K1 in Hong Kong. They had pulled out all of her crafts out of the box hidden under the beds. But instead of being frustrated by that or letting the tiredness engulf me, I decided to enjoy my sweet little girls and let them make me smile. I probably took this video almost 3 weeks ago. That morning, I had no idea how crazy the next couple weeks were going to be. We ended with three that got sick right before leaving for their cities. One sat in the ER a few hours getting hydrated before getting on the plane. Another seemed to be doing okay, but laid in bed sick once he got to his city. The third and her partner stayed with us. It looked to be a fever, and we kept pushing back their flight until it broke and she would be strong enough to travel. Unfortunately, the fever kept coming back and symptoms started piling up. We ended up taking her to the ER a few night later and she was admitted the next day. She was in the hospital for over a week. Her father even came to be with her. We found another city for her partner to go to and she and her father left this evening to go back to the States. It's been a long month, but I remembered this video last night and uploaded it to my computer. I have watched it no less than 5 times, and every time it puts a smile on my weary face.</content><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/feeds/5224702152311347755/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2012/07/makes-me-smile.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360029/posts/default/5224702152311347755" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360029/posts/default/5224702152311347755" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2012/07/makes-me-smile.html" rel="alternate" title="Makes Me Smile" type="text/html"/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10773562753489354284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="23" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgND2Uxkz7KXvHO5KI9GaUrdQpFt7mLdwZ4pVOvkPfskzvho3whqTFSNl5bbY6hpLFrnDV1pAM7-arVIRSjt7UPfCK8P59NTjvs1oj8Mt1IH1hd-YQyNMvKgdQiUGC3NQ/s220/March_5.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5360029.post-7824116167383135550</id><published>2012-02-16T10:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T11:16:21.702+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reality"/><title type="text">Transparency</title><content type="html">When we lived in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hong&lt;/span&gt; Kong, a lady in my Mom's Bible study shared that God had laid it on her heart to be more transparent with those around her. I felt God speaking to me that day that I, too, should be more transparent. For me, my struggle with being transparent is that 1) I don't want to come off as whining or complaining and 2) it's hard for me to open up. When someone asks how I am, I have a difficult time honestly saying that I'm having a rough day. When we moved here, I put pressure on myself and believed in the idea that others had certain expectations of me. Due to the things going on in my life I couldn't meet those expectations (that were in reality coming from myself). I was getting stressed because of this. I finally started opening up and telling people about how I was feeling and that I would have some hard days. It was freeing. I also seemed to be able to connect with those around me. When I haven't been transparent or willing to open up, I have come off as having it all together. Believe me, I have NEVER had it all together. I will always remember a comment made to me at Jordan's baby shower. The moms were giving me advice in going from mothering one child to two. A mom of four commented that I probably didn't need the advice though because I had it all together. That has rang through my head many times since then, because I realized the appearance I was giving was denying those around me the opportunity to help and ministry to me and denying myself the opportunity to be loved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had trouble keeping up with our blog, because it's not real life. Yes, we actually do all of the things I post about, but that isn't all that is going on in our lives. A very big part of our lives right now is my constant pain and fatigue. We don't know for sure what it is. Through e-mail two American doctors have commented that my symptoms sound like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fibromyalgia&lt;/span&gt;. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rheumatologist&lt;/span&gt; here has never said the word &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fibromyalgia&lt;/span&gt; since my first appointment when I directly asked about it. At my second appointment, he did say that my blood test results were one of a healthy person. He said that he believed that I was in pain, but there seemed to be no reason for it (no inflammation). Since then he has been medicating me to lessen my symptoms. So this reality of ours may be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fibromyalgia&lt;/span&gt; or something else-- I tend to refer to it as a chronic pain syndrome. All of four of us cope with this aspect of my life every single day. I think it will be good for me to journal more about that aspect of my life, and I hope some of you may benefit from reading about some of it.</content><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/feeds/7824116167383135550/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2012/02/transparency.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="2 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360029/posts/default/7824116167383135550" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360029/posts/default/7824116167383135550" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2012/02/transparency.html" rel="alternate" title="Transparency" type="text/html"/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10773562753489354284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="23" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgND2Uxkz7KXvHO5KI9GaUrdQpFt7mLdwZ4pVOvkPfskzvho3whqTFSNl5bbY6hpLFrnDV1pAM7-arVIRSjt7UPfCK8P59NTjvs1oj8Mt1IH1hd-YQyNMvKgdQiUGC3NQ/s220/March_5.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5360029.post-3080389726331969820</id><published>2012-02-07T20:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T21:08:46.871+08:00</updated><title type="text">The 100th Day of School</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNGrprnmpcR33S5FoBblrb6dHtqRuvxaixPYd2bEHNPSphEqF-0d4f_VJKgrjR0kxwS_m8d7xkKrZiQaSCwNSuxHL6KRUyYSmRE6X3NVMKU082AekT45FSh51rvPWcHmSDYOz7/s1600/Feb_7_100th_day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNGrprnmpcR33S5FoBblrb6dHtqRuvxaixPYd2bEHNPSphEqF-0d4f_VJKgrjR0kxwS_m8d7xkKrZiQaSCwNSuxHL6KRUyYSmRE6X3NVMKU082AekT45FSh51rvPWcHmSDYOz7/s320/Feb_7_100th_day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706376203065645298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls in Keely's class with the 100-year-old Miss Farough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today was the 100th day of school. Keely has been anticipating today for a very long time! When Keely got to school today she saw a gray-haired head looking down in her classroom, and she stopped in her tracks a little nervous. Then Miss Farough looked up, and Keely realized her teacher had transformed into a 100-year-old lady!! She giggled and giggled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/feeds/3080389726331969820/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2012/02/100th-day-of-school.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360029/posts/default/3080389726331969820" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360029/posts/default/3080389726331969820" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2012/02/100th-day-of-school.html" rel="alternate" title="The 100th Day of School" type="text/html"/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10773562753489354284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="23" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgND2Uxkz7KXvHO5KI9GaUrdQpFt7mLdwZ4pVOvkPfskzvho3whqTFSNl5bbY6hpLFrnDV1pAM7-arVIRSjt7UPfCK8P59NTjvs1oj8Mt1IH1hd-YQyNMvKgdQiUGC3NQ/s220/March_5.jpg" width="32"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNGrprnmpcR33S5FoBblrb6dHtqRuvxaixPYd2bEHNPSphEqF-0d4f_VJKgrjR0kxwS_m8d7xkKrZiQaSCwNSuxHL6KRUyYSmRE6X3NVMKU082AekT45FSh51rvPWcHmSDYOz7/s72-c/Feb_7_100th_day.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5360029.post-160238413650149831</id><published>2012-02-05T21:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T20:10:57.687+08:00</updated><title type="text">November: The Thanksgiving Turkey and Pilgrim</title><content type="html">Keely's school had a Thanksgiving feast the Tuesday before Thanksgiving.  The Kindergartners made turkey "hats" and place mats for the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib6X2rWrPF-xydgmcYmQGqR0t3Go_zEX9oL3dQyLOLnLoH_CTgDWaNal23aAUyckvqdfwjnto46gObYuDaA6X9yJ9ANFe2quJO12t5zoo0rdH1_3CwOg9zivVlIJMWvaQcqmY5/s1600/Nov_22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib6X2rWrPF-xydgmcYmQGqR0t3Go_zEX9oL3dQyLOLnLoH_CTgDWaNal23aAUyckvqdfwjnto46gObYuDaA6X9yJ9ANFe2quJO12t5zoo0rdH1_3CwOg9zivVlIJMWvaQcqmY5/s320/Nov_22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705642519877163426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A friend at our church who is a teacher at Keely's school took this picture. I knew Keely wouldn't be a big fan of the meal, so she still took a sandwich. I assumed she'd eat the bread though, and it looks like from the picture I was right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was a half day of school. After school, all of us went out to lunch. Keely wore her turkey "hat." The next day as we were hurrying out the door for our Thanksgiving dinner with friends, we discovered that we left the turkey "hat" at the restaurant! In the five minute drive to dinner, I managed to make another turkey "hat." It definitely was not as cute as the one Keely made but it did the job. Jordan was a pilgrim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfjVg6uDoqPgU02EHrnJQcSae14nk7eWKQZo5IgIMntiMLdw-BQGEmsRwrGuXrFHVVjxeDEXy8oF83uFYF9ZdAOLZADdlWWn1D5AMvz2_mOpJT0_PuI-yMMVsYEkWTonN8qQzm/s1600/Nov_24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfjVg6uDoqPgU02EHrnJQcSae14nk7eWKQZo5IgIMntiMLdw-BQGEmsRwrGuXrFHVVjxeDEXy8oF83uFYF9ZdAOLZADdlWWn1D5AMvz2_mOpJT0_PuI-yMMVsYEkWTonN8qQzm/s320/Nov_24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705639832347131570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls with one of our friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN8OeEOCWZK5ilcYosP76Y_J2eixbTvyHBC6UXQaXCulixRWNF2u-VcSZE5Wqlbdm35mjcJgHeyLb3cqXiLoQl-9qWNs4g-76Xt39ze-6C2wIqeNYxoEd2RhOSNdfvAMz1Nlkh/s1600/Nov_24_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN8OeEOCWZK5ilcYosP76Y_J2eixbTvyHBC6UXQaXCulixRWNF2u-VcSZE5Wqlbdm35mjcJgHeyLb3cqXiLoQl-9qWNs4g-76Xt39ze-6C2wIqeNYxoEd2RhOSNdfvAMz1Nlkh/s320/Nov_24_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705639837062178642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pilgrim Jordan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/feeds/160238413650149831/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2012/02/november-thanksgiving-turkey-and.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360029/posts/default/160238413650149831" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360029/posts/default/160238413650149831" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2012/02/november-thanksgiving-turkey-and.html" rel="alternate" title="November: The Thanksgiving Turkey and Pilgrim" type="text/html"/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10773562753489354284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="23" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgND2Uxkz7KXvHO5KI9GaUrdQpFt7mLdwZ4pVOvkPfskzvho3whqTFSNl5bbY6hpLFrnDV1pAM7-arVIRSjt7UPfCK8P59NTjvs1oj8Mt1IH1hd-YQyNMvKgdQiUGC3NQ/s220/March_5.jpg" width="32"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib6X2rWrPF-xydgmcYmQGqR0t3Go_zEX9oL3dQyLOLnLoH_CTgDWaNal23aAUyckvqdfwjnto46gObYuDaA6X9yJ9ANFe2quJO12t5zoo0rdH1_3CwOg9zivVlIJMWvaQcqmY5/s72-c/Nov_22.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5360029.post-7511782640283711869</id><published>2012-02-04T14:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T14:52:33.833+08:00</updated><title type="text">Slaying The Laundry</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.claybaboons.com/2011/12/sometimes-it-takes-me-three-weeks-to.html"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg66_xjHXUTfOrvx4fbZVodIZikv82Mq-nEJt0ed6hXXlkviFHuiwpbDDXknajpK4SOgiXuYZHuqNDJr5OAh3fzyKy9iWHpcITJud-xXo-RhzVS0764aluDa2-VahnMP7Yfd_j6/s320/laundrychart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705169128243419634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I saw this on &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/226305949995189515/"&gt;pinterest&lt;/a&gt; today. Too often this is me. But this weekend I am going to get the laundry COMPLETELY done before Monday. I think I can, I think I can, I think I can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/feeds/7511782640283711869/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2012/02/slaying-laundry.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360029/posts/default/7511782640283711869" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360029/posts/default/7511782640283711869" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2012/02/slaying-laundry.html" rel="alternate" title="Slaying The Laundry" type="text/html"/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10773562753489354284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="23" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgND2Uxkz7KXvHO5KI9GaUrdQpFt7mLdwZ4pVOvkPfskzvho3whqTFSNl5bbY6hpLFrnDV1pAM7-arVIRSjt7UPfCK8P59NTjvs1oj8Mt1IH1hd-YQyNMvKgdQiUGC3NQ/s220/March_5.jpg" width="32"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg66_xjHXUTfOrvx4fbZVodIZikv82Mq-nEJt0ed6hXXlkviFHuiwpbDDXknajpK4SOgiXuYZHuqNDJr5OAh3fzyKy9iWHpcITJud-xXo-RhzVS0764aluDa2-VahnMP7Yfd_j6/s72-c/laundrychart.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5360029.post-8672672284692111220</id><published>2012-02-02T20:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T21:44:48.656+08:00</updated><title type="text">October: Reading and Dressing Up</title><content type="html">I'm pretty behind!! However, I get a little bored catching up on every little thing we have done and am never able to get back into the swing of blogging. Maybe I will never get back into the swing of blogging! However, I'm definitely going to try another strategy in order to get to the present to see if I'll get back into it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October was reading month at Keely's school. One of the special events that had was a reading night where the children came in their PJ's! Keely has wanted to go to school in her PJ's ever since she was 3 and saw the 4-year-old class do it at her school in Hong Kong!! Of course Jordan was just excited to be with Keely! The children got to choose two different classrooms to go to where a story was read to them and then they did an activity to go along with it. We ran into Keely's good friend, Melanie, and the girls chose to go to the same classrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUXJxBDK3Yb5EY-1df-Wacad48rlfGxUP2_xBHpVCPPJh4tS__-l2YFLMmHpkN1iUgSCRvLrGUMW9N7D_-c0ySwrGeFF5cQ4PbgJz6gsOtUYzUyFkg7Tfe93t5f45DHTI-BIOI/s1600/Oct_20_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUXJxBDK3Yb5EY-1df-Wacad48rlfGxUP2_xBHpVCPPJh4tS__-l2YFLMmHpkN1iUgSCRvLrGUMW9N7D_-c0ySwrGeFF5cQ4PbgJz6gsOtUYzUyFkg7Tfe93t5f45DHTI-BIOI/s320/Oct_20_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704528688891909474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls sharing an instrument on their part of "The Old Woman Who Swallowed a Fly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhXSr3m618FEpDhto1kN846VSG5PkvnHRPqiGN8QOKi71mKJtLkG9IzeBHVe6gBzwLsEGQE5gb6AylKwXxVn_UF3qYhsVUvD22JsIsEE2lDo_3UqfbjksfRJS7jFuM5ImnY-kj/s1600/Oct_20_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhXSr3m618FEpDhto1kN846VSG5PkvnHRPqiGN8QOKi71mKJtLkG9IzeBHVe6gBzwLsEGQE5gb6AylKwXxVn_UF3qYhsVUvD22JsIsEE2lDo_3UqfbjksfRJS7jFuM5ImnY-kj/s320/Oct_20_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704528705104764546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jordan chose the drums for her part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIiCRNEy-uFVzHKduiV9Z5iJ5oxQuP5ijrg712Hb_tBlTDnHDbnFbGi0nSkcWB6_y_g0iEQ-jLFR7FBPx0YgEHgOBIQ5eW3rkltCJEu28tOtQqBPghMmhptPzdZhoRBKv2cVQL/s1600/Oct_20_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIiCRNEy-uFVzHKduiV9Z5iJ5oxQuP5ijrg712Hb_tBlTDnHDbnFbGi0nSkcWB6_y_g0iEQ-jLFR7FBPx0YgEHgOBIQ5eW3rkltCJEu28tOtQqBPghMmhptPzdZhoRBKv2cVQL/s320/Oct_20_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704528688665071522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The evening ended with cookies and milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the month, there was a storybook parade. Children could come to school dressed up as a storybook character, and all of them were introduced at the all school assembly that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggZ3EbedP3pozNfTcIB9G7RrmfLtVlNhHX1YoQSbiaCiQfrCaDL2wb9qcm6uh3j9Fot6qeUtZJ2WvE7PQiW9ru7JdC4bu0bApJ-Hb5UUknjXiNEgo7Qg4RlxRLdlNCgwWpRs-7/s1600/Oct_27_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggZ3EbedP3pozNfTcIB9G7RrmfLtVlNhHX1YoQSbiaCiQfrCaDL2wb9qcm6uh3j9Fot6qeUtZJ2WvE7PQiW9ru7JdC4bu0bApJ-Hb5UUknjXiNEgo7Qg4RlxRLdlNCgwWpRs-7/s320/Oct_27_4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704530645445456434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Keely was Snow White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnFHYoiczGSOILn4G3geEDnGiZIW0jtKzCYJGaMcboYwH83_pzr9EWrVOkAMUlXn2GaJ5V3w5iS6rzfnsvO3Zi9P7IXqpL1NDzQXzARsX1Jhxr4erE4FniRuPBLNLNUIcHONY7/s1600/Oct_27_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnFHYoiczGSOILn4G3geEDnGiZIW0jtKzCYJGaMcboYwH83_pzr9EWrVOkAMUlXn2GaJ5V3w5iS6rzfnsvO3Zi9P7IXqpL1NDzQXzARsX1Jhxr4erE4FniRuPBLNLNUIcHONY7/s320/Oct_27_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704530643200230962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The children in Keely's class that dressed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of our friends were going to attend the assembly and let their younger children come dressed up as well. We decided to go also and let Jordan go to her school late so she could dress up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggsUEozA9mClYm6kDY1EheK054DmAqzgzCfYGB3MOXlOMDd7UUnFYgwm3cl7g8BIGlM7-V4ACyMWSATZ-PolfvjIXd7ffEnOBE9TX0tw05QeFU9b4JuiLyWchHpIWLyBuq8s-9/s1600/Oct_27_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggsUEozA9mClYm6kDY1EheK054DmAqzgzCfYGB3MOXlOMDd7UUnFYgwm3cl7g8BIGlM7-V4ACyMWSATZ-PolfvjIXd7ffEnOBE9TX0tw05QeFU9b4JuiLyWchHpIWLyBuq8s-9/s320/Oct_27_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704530649510449202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jordan was Belle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-_QIict3mZXusxQEF2FEY4ostSdE5uuRndkc_fz8blmJ-WuNZCPVuwnGA2_NdYDhJlGa0-KWqNtqEWHErTMx5nLChrlXiXGPFBOpZDP_1frPxRnHxKAjzHJ40yAUk8sg_eZDe/s1600/Oct_27_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-_QIict3mZXusxQEF2FEY4ostSdE5uuRndkc_fz8blmJ-WuNZCPVuwnGA2_NdYDhJlGa0-KWqNtqEWHErTMx5nLChrlXiXGPFBOpZDP_1frPxRnHxKAjzHJ40yAUk8sg_eZDe/s320/Oct_27_5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704530666223495970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of her little friends ended up being princesses too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_N9f7_VgQE1z9qWKHTnqDZGZUBk-dKNUbJN8ruEZqPS1afVTmkARJ9NvOOdHmIXjNDBCq0jpm_-TvK1CDQB2oQXwzf3lJO9YLJzRIB6krokVomShrQ_xSEdQWK2RmBMKU3QNq/s1600/Oct_27_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_N9f7_VgQE1z9qWKHTnqDZGZUBk-dKNUbJN8ruEZqPS1afVTmkARJ9NvOOdHmIXjNDBCq0jpm_-TvK1CDQB2oQXwzf3lJO9YLJzRIB6krokVomShrQ_xSEdQWK2RmBMKU3QNq/s320/Oct_27_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704530667043933506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She even got to go up on stage, and thought that was pretty special!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last Saturday of the month, some of us mom's had a fall festival in the courtyard of our apartment. We had games, snacks and even a pumpkin that was carved. The girls also spend time with special friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGrvYL3cIz-o9iEphCKaPNiNwuQiPC_x5_zpUGBYhIB-gqVQNieXlGoFX1QatSb5KZiAlxuSsWLIYKAcwH5EFroRplDmNZkyH-boeYgfqsJHK_Jduz69viRJa9JCiDxiR8x9LV/s1600/Oct_29_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGrvYL3cIz-o9iEphCKaPNiNwuQiPC_x5_zpUGBYhIB-gqVQNieXlGoFX1QatSb5KZiAlxuSsWLIYKAcwH5EFroRplDmNZkyH-boeYgfqsJHK_Jduz69viRJa9JCiDxiR8x9LV/s320/Oct_29_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704531899724601730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFhxx1lP6HloEQSS1TOrmUpOO110W2Gua0K4_gFgLXinxwhzPdBj9ZgAyXCR626CHvN6TbmqHxE8Jwo5Ehj-O9OBV0Pi8ym9lTArHc9WyhZOYwAalC7d5CBy5nxY362vLbUhtx/s1600/Oct_29_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFhxx1lP6HloEQSS1TOrmUpOO110W2Gua0K4_gFgLXinxwhzPdBj9ZgAyXCR626CHvN6TbmqHxE8Jwo5Ehj-O9OBV0Pi8ym9lTArHc9WyhZOYwAalC7d5CBy5nxY362vLbUhtx/s320/Oct_29_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704531898159877122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9A7-_f2fAQOI0VQiQgc18NyWbRe1Q7J_w1gDhNkHX_Lt5UCCa1htSLxcIgnPjUhrxt4552LFf8XV5oEdffEgI1mfuApMHqZ26igfwm6ZmRYC2ByZ9iW5PcWosUZkAa_UTdT-G/s1600/Oct_29_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9A7-_f2fAQOI0VQiQgc18NyWbRe1Q7J_w1gDhNkHX_Lt5UCCa1htSLxcIgnPjUhrxt4552LFf8XV5oEdffEgI1mfuApMHqZ26igfwm6ZmRYC2ByZ9iW5PcWosUZkAa_UTdT-G/s320/Oct_29_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704531905884842450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a busy, but very fun month!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/feeds/8672672284692111220/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2012/02/october-reading-and-dressing-up.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360029/posts/default/8672672284692111220" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360029/posts/default/8672672284692111220" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2012/02/october-reading-and-dressing-up.html" rel="alternate" title="October: Reading and Dressing Up" type="text/html"/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10773562753489354284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="23" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgND2Uxkz7KXvHO5KI9GaUrdQpFt7mLdwZ4pVOvkPfskzvho3whqTFSNl5bbY6hpLFrnDV1pAM7-arVIRSjt7UPfCK8P59NTjvs1oj8Mt1IH1hd-YQyNMvKgdQiUGC3NQ/s220/March_5.jpg" width="32"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUXJxBDK3Yb5EY-1df-Wacad48rlfGxUP2_xBHpVCPPJh4tS__-l2YFLMmHpkN1iUgSCRvLrGUMW9N7D_-c0ySwrGeFF5cQ4PbgJz6gsOtUYzUyFkg7Tfe93t5f45DHTI-BIOI/s72-c/Oct_20_2.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5360029.post-153851896689417076</id><published>2011-12-24T20:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T20:56:54.647+08:00</updated><title type="text">Merry Christmas!</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrpJQO8GzNmgs33hjGzxgi1eOSllrcUNz8TZAX4CbTFIAd8MZJg_PG8n1EOGVl6mFfSeIdwsmWZ2ZMBSpIF6ioEuWYoqAEYCaMn_MaFvnWgAks09I37e8sq12Esv6qhN2lOWtP/s1600/Dec_23_family_pic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrpJQO8GzNmgs33hjGzxgi1eOSllrcUNz8TZAX4CbTFIAd8MZJg_PG8n1EOGVl6mFfSeIdwsmWZ2ZMBSpIF6ioEuWYoqAEYCaMn_MaFvnWgAks09I37e8sq12Esv6qhN2lOWtP/s320/Dec_23_family_pic1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689677600503942258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wishing everyone a very Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/feeds/153851896689417076/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360029/posts/default/153851896689417076" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360029/posts/default/153851896689417076" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html" rel="alternate" title="Merry Christmas!" type="text/html"/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10773562753489354284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="23" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgND2Uxkz7KXvHO5KI9GaUrdQpFt7mLdwZ4pVOvkPfskzvho3whqTFSNl5bbY6hpLFrnDV1pAM7-arVIRSjt7UPfCK8P59NTjvs1oj8Mt1IH1hd-YQyNMvKgdQiUGC3NQ/s220/March_5.jpg" width="32"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrpJQO8GzNmgs33hjGzxgi1eOSllrcUNz8TZAX4CbTFIAd8MZJg_PG8n1EOGVl6mFfSeIdwsmWZ2ZMBSpIF6ioEuWYoqAEYCaMn_MaFvnWgAks09I37e8sq12Esv6qhN2lOWtP/s72-c/Dec_23_family_pic1.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5360029.post-4982670897982156507</id><published>2011-11-11T20:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T20:30:53.299+08:00</updated><title type="text">You're Touching Me!</title><content type="html">I'm just checking in for a minute again. Looks like I haven't gotten around to routine posting again! I just don't even know where the time has gone! It's almost the middle of November -- how did that happen? For a couple weeks, I was busy trying to finish a couple photo Christmas gifts. The first time ever they have been finished this early. A have a birthday and a Thanksgiving project, and then hopefully I can start on making our Christmas advent calendar and maybe even a Christmas decoration or two before December. It's looks like I may not get back to routine posting until after Christmas, but maybe I'll get better about popping in a sharing a photo/story or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls love each other and really look out for each other a lot of time at home and almost all of the time when we are not at home. They hug each other, hold each others hand and cuddle when they watch a movie with scary parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some scenes you might see at our house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUfY8uNEg1eRSIq-ZN62opLzMfEM4p3hM4AhuhVmXNXZbqGMK2kRppJ6vbTyxypmIqMxr1guvgxiSBIBe6k3JoQOWk9b7Qv8lXF1oVciplpsFvb0qMeoHf3CekJmQJwxUyB9NF/s1600/Sept_26_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUfY8uNEg1eRSIq-ZN62opLzMfEM4p3hM4AhuhVmXNXZbqGMK2kRppJ6vbTyxypmIqMxr1guvgxiSBIBe6k3JoQOWk9b7Qv8lXF1oVciplpsFvb0qMeoHf3CekJmQJwxUyB9NF/s320/Sept_26_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673713531095761570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQZTkPcOClKKdCfDxmgwyWF6sMGzK67MUBDJZfZGFJBKNayrZ8y5h5AAq99oZt0H4wjb3zPQuLAGTKnva88kTfOFxT4mT6vnMWlInrqwfPxG0Jgi3_OjYB3xaBBKmIUjUGgg2w/s1600/June_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQZTkPcOClKKdCfDxmgwyWF6sMGzK67MUBDJZfZGFJBKNayrZ8y5h5AAq99oZt0H4wjb3zPQuLAGTKnva88kTfOFxT4mT6vnMWlInrqwfPxG0Jgi3_OjYB3xaBBKmIUjUGgg2w/s320/June_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673713383184450386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, that is not all of the time. Keely is not a touchy person and she likes her space and even alone time sometimes. Jordan is another story. She would sit in your lap or sit as close to you as possible ALL of the time if she could. She also gets bored easily and likes to give others a bad time when we are doing something else. Sometimes she will put her legs on Keely or lay on her, which upsets Keely. When I saw this on pinterest, I immediately thought of the girls. This is definitely a scene I have seen between the girls in our home sometimes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pinterest.com/pin/48554502202176899/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzfBKS9BF6ck75RuYWTTIVcrDX94XqLG_tLWLZIseEhjKglqioGYCkbUsjRWTpfHw3MmGuat-lt3cnf9zQMmPrnCaywiYP_o4-dWKZ1Y0jGXIYCixWlsEXWWC9x0PmsixPINsh/s320/puppy_kitten.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673713536303655890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/feeds/4982670897982156507/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2011/11/youre-touching-me.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="2 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360029/posts/default/4982670897982156507" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360029/posts/default/4982670897982156507" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2011/11/youre-touching-me.html" rel="alternate" title="You're Touching Me!" type="text/html"/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10773562753489354284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="23" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgND2Uxkz7KXvHO5KI9GaUrdQpFt7mLdwZ4pVOvkPfskzvho3whqTFSNl5bbY6hpLFrnDV1pAM7-arVIRSjt7UPfCK8P59NTjvs1oj8Mt1IH1hd-YQyNMvKgdQiUGC3NQ/s220/March_5.jpg" width="32"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUfY8uNEg1eRSIq-ZN62opLzMfEM4p3hM4AhuhVmXNXZbqGMK2kRppJ6vbTyxypmIqMxr1guvgxiSBIBe6k3JoQOWk9b7Qv8lXF1oVciplpsFvb0qMeoHf3CekJmQJwxUyB9NF/s72-c/Sept_26_1.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5360029.post-2064330260604511743</id><published>2011-10-26T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T22:03:57.603+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Makes Me Smile"/><title type="text">My Sweet Girls</title><content type="html">I've been busy working on projects all week. One of them has been editing my pictures and I just had to post this picture of the girls before heading off to bed. They make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6-m9uXNwdeg1EJaqGJVXF21qN05T8vMwc5nIueO6uFy864DkE6hnt6voGOeqh_M_YNF1RyZC4GkwfNnW7YyWCvxmJx4W5z1Z5hdM-FcjE7ls8lh4viOPIYSTRu3HZNvI8uFLY/s1600/Sept_26_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6-m9uXNwdeg1EJaqGJVXF21qN05T8vMwc5nIueO6uFy864DkE6hnt6voGOeqh_M_YNF1RyZC4GkwfNnW7YyWCvxmJx4W5z1Z5hdM-FcjE7ls8lh4viOPIYSTRu3HZNvI8uFLY/s320/Sept_26_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667801044132940098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/feeds/2064330260604511743/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-sweet-girls.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="1 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360029/posts/default/2064330260604511743" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360029/posts/default/2064330260604511743" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-sweet-girls.html" rel="alternate" title="My Sweet Girls" type="text/html"/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10773562753489354284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="23" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgND2Uxkz7KXvHO5KI9GaUrdQpFt7mLdwZ4pVOvkPfskzvho3whqTFSNl5bbY6hpLFrnDV1pAM7-arVIRSjt7UPfCK8P59NTjvs1oj8Mt1IH1hd-YQyNMvKgdQiUGC3NQ/s220/March_5.jpg" width="32"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6-m9uXNwdeg1EJaqGJVXF21qN05T8vMwc5nIueO6uFy864DkE6hnt6voGOeqh_M_YNF1RyZC4GkwfNnW7YyWCvxmJx4W5z1Z5hdM-FcjE7ls8lh4viOPIYSTRu3HZNvI8uFLY/s72-c/Sept_26_1.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5360029.post-147740012531184075</id><published>2011-09-10T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T21:56:10.985+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stories"/><title type="text">The Spooky Story</title><content type="html">by Keely Franklin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long, spooky goo ate mommies and daddies and kids. The kids were at school. The teacher had been eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End</content><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/feeds/147740012531184075/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2011/09/spooky-story.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360029/posts/default/147740012531184075" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360029/posts/default/147740012531184075" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2011/09/spooky-story.html" rel="alternate" title="The Spooky Story" type="text/html"/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10773562753489354284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="23" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgND2Uxkz7KXvHO5KI9GaUrdQpFt7mLdwZ4pVOvkPfskzvho3whqTFSNl5bbY6hpLFrnDV1pAM7-arVIRSjt7UPfCK8P59NTjvs1oj8Mt1IH1hd-YQyNMvKgdQiUGC3NQ/s220/March_5.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5360029.post-1650476494123311629</id><published>2011-09-06T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T20:42:08.448+08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Catch up"/><title type="text">Catching Up</title><content type="html">Since I haven't posted for quite some time, I'm going to try to start catching up while still blogging about current happenings. The problem that may arise from doing it this way is that those catchup blogs will not be at the top of the blog for those of you who come directly to the blog instead of through a reader or Face Book. To help that issue, I will keep updating this post with the links so you can easily find those catch-up blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start catching up!!&lt;br /&gt;Click on the links below to go to that post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2011/06/end-of-school-presentation.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;End Of School Presentation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2011/07/makes-me-smile_20.html"&gt;Makes Me Smile 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2011/07/makes-me-smile.html"&gt;Makes Me Smile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2011/07/danshui.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Danshui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2011/07/july-in-review.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;July in Review&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2011/07/smallest-room.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;The Smallest Room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2011/08/waterpark.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;The Waterpark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2011/08/haircuts.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haircuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);" href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2011/08/quick-trip-to-bangkok.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quick Trip to Bangkok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/feeds/1650476494123311629/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2011/08/catching-up.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360029/posts/default/1650476494123311629" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360029/posts/default/1650476494123311629" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2011/08/catching-up.html" rel="alternate" title="Catching Up" type="text/html"/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10773562753489354284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="23" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgND2Uxkz7KXvHO5KI9GaUrdQpFt7mLdwZ4pVOvkPfskzvho3whqTFSNl5bbY6hpLFrnDV1pAM7-arVIRSjt7UPfCK8P59NTjvs1oj8Mt1IH1hd-YQyNMvKgdQiUGC3NQ/s220/March_5.jpg" width="32"/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5360029.post-7635234783281068614</id><published>2011-09-03T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T21:44:27.067+08:00</updated><title type="text">Keely's 5th Birthday</title><content type="html">Thursday was Keely's 5th birthday! She took cupcakes to school to share with her classmates. I wasn't suppose to bring them until the afternoon, so I didn't make them until that morning. Keely was a little nervous about that when she left for school. They did make it to school though -- on time! That evening we had four college student volunteers over for homemade pizza. We had cheese, sausage and black olive and BBQ chicken pizza. After dinner, Keely got to open her presents and then we went upstairs to our friends' apartment for cupcakes. Keely shares a birthday with another girl in our building and so we celebrated with all of the families in our building. What a fun day!
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDowEHwJZdb58Ip80InWwzWmBb_BLNiJ-0KTNSq2SiQnSt0J5ioJtUy5nINE9o0Afd6M5aiKxq3OWtkUS1o6GEKKVSo0wq4NXJOIwLzxRjPtUFXvFx4UxXB9dKQ5OV96Si1pIo/s1600/cake_Jor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDowEHwJZdb58Ip80InWwzWmBb_BLNiJ-0KTNSq2SiQnSt0J5ioJtUy5nINE9o0Afd6M5aiKxq3OWtkUS1o6GEKKVSo0wq4NXJOIwLzxRjPtUFXvFx4UxXB9dKQ5OV96Si1pIo/s320/cake_Jor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648101193735070162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jordan got to help clean the beaters after I made Keely's cupcakes.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiroUP1zX0NZm5JsikoizXcCIlZ1X9PTARN4LjlNdssRYpXbPeDMuisMJKHgxvZZlE6iuw7onOnpjyFo4KDzoEF2tPxgwlGR33NKipJMMarqiVCO61BAVfuPXfqvLbHL5aO5tY3/s1600/Bday_Keely_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiroUP1zX0NZm5JsikoizXcCIlZ1X9PTARN4LjlNdssRYpXbPeDMuisMJKHgxvZZlE6iuw7onOnpjyFo4KDzoEF2tPxgwlGR33NKipJMMarqiVCO61BAVfuPXfqvLbHL5aO5tY3/s320/Bday_Keely_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648101187997148546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Keely got a Snow White dress! It hasn't been off much the past 2 days!
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg3AhSuLqduGosFd_-dd8Q37ZKyoToU4F_lImRx646sQy8OOCmQtQ8qsNdhMki8Sr1hUs6Mr6TCsvgep0o5svLNOHTvbkwnaux6g8yuFS59qdrnlJ96_DCPS9i6QK4BhfwfRXz/s1600/Keely_bday_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg3AhSuLqduGosFd_-dd8Q37ZKyoToU4F_lImRx646sQy8OOCmQtQ8qsNdhMki8Sr1hUs6Mr6TCsvgep0o5svLNOHTvbkwnaux6g8yuFS59qdrnlJ96_DCPS9i6QK4BhfwfRXz/s320/Keely_bday_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648100635710024706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The non-birthday girl always gets a present too. Jordan got a Belle dress.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNrzsN-feNQrjHMfk3ajk2HS5aCu1lxVE5uNRPirzI5Ud7RSaAcvNlxdrETmRmkQe8cDp1u1zF2DDtoVvrj3_9ZxzlTXlpEumNQdoRUNGEQ1BoPnxZplEgOf5SclurcwA_miIc/s1600/chloe_bday_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNrzsN-feNQrjHMfk3ajk2HS5aCu1lxVE5uNRPirzI5Ud7RSaAcvNlxdrETmRmkQe8cDp1u1zF2DDtoVvrj3_9ZxzlTXlpEumNQdoRUNGEQ1BoPnxZplEgOf5SclurcwA_miIc/s320/chloe_bday_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648101197470324866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Celebrating the girls' birthdays with cupcakes.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiokLAbNKL-73TFqaUn3uXH06aMwqRwtAqgXQwpmx9qr2XN8cWErHgu1CbatptOwdZ9XIWVCNeXYHRgQ6g34zW2Pf5fAHVx_2u8p3Wnt0GNbTXHJ_dw3dyXFFTt65LgI0buPnnV/s1600/Keely_bday_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiokLAbNKL-73TFqaUn3uXH06aMwqRwtAqgXQwpmx9qr2XN8cWErHgu1CbatptOwdZ9XIWVCNeXYHRgQ6g34zW2Pf5fAHVx_2u8p3Wnt0GNbTXHJ_dw3dyXFFTt65LgI0buPnnV/s320/Keely_bday_8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648100619398849490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Keely blowing out her candles.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisdb_okIRzVBbzUoeF_l7SJsGtgI8dB6vfecDNCODud3RaUowWoiv9cLO3-fiBkt1kCGqDg1uhd4FCXmCYOq4Wpe-NPlbV8pfgToMtARYM3PBO7ozXEsSt6PtzmiYeO3u2-Il_/s1600/keely_bday_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisdb_okIRzVBbzUoeF_l7SJsGtgI8dB6vfecDNCODud3RaUowWoiv9cLO3-fiBkt1kCGqDg1uhd4FCXmCYOq4Wpe-NPlbV8pfgToMtARYM3PBO7ozXEsSt6PtzmiYeO3u2-Il_/s320/keely_bday_7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648100625161811650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Keely with her cupcake.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd4S-27RRLtno8H10xLV2hzvEdWv8lvbreZiihC5d7Tu0d6kJ3zRKWdBqCNI_D-O0QTcGyZ2aDVB9msCxHsVyabvmTzBpGcF5Ch8ps83jAGhnHn5dygIqcoH-IWwlLAOIQA2vW/s1600/Keely_bday_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd4S-27RRLtno8H10xLV2hzvEdWv8lvbreZiihC5d7Tu0d6kJ3zRKWdBqCNI_D-O0QTcGyZ2aDVB9msCxHsVyabvmTzBpGcF5Ch8ps83jAGhnHn5dygIqcoH-IWwlLAOIQA2vW/s320/Keely_bday_6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648100627117749266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jordan with her cupcake.
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/feeds/7635234783281068614/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2011/09/keelys-5th-birthday.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="2 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360029/posts/default/7635234783281068614" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360029/posts/default/7635234783281068614" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2011/09/keelys-5th-birthday.html" rel="alternate" title="Keely's 5th Birthday" type="text/html"/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10773562753489354284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="23" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgND2Uxkz7KXvHO5KI9GaUrdQpFt7mLdwZ4pVOvkPfskzvho3whqTFSNl5bbY6hpLFrnDV1pAM7-arVIRSjt7UPfCK8P59NTjvs1oj8Mt1IH1hd-YQyNMvKgdQiUGC3NQ/s220/March_5.jpg" width="32"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDowEHwJZdb58Ip80InWwzWmBb_BLNiJ-0KTNSq2SiQnSt0J5ioJtUy5nINE9o0Afd6M5aiKxq3OWtkUS1o6GEKKVSo0wq4NXJOIwLzxRjPtUFXvFx4UxXB9dKQ5OV96Si1pIo/s72-c/cake_Jor.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5360029.post-3838490218798191514</id><published>2011-08-30T14:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T14:27:23.683+08:00</updated><title type="text">Jordan's First Day of School</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxtspz-g9jGvASYgukfy-F5spVX9qhFvUCWZ9SmOSDrAFxb7obL2kCK4cv8S0689SHIWktE4v9lEIntJncbIEceHr4haFLiLkZJrIstQvJoacP2bJrv2aQ1EVOQceiZOw6ZhI_/s1600/Aug_30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxtspz-g9jGvASYgukfy-F5spVX9qhFvUCWZ9SmOSDrAFxb7obL2kCK4cv8S0689SHIWktE4v9lEIntJncbIEceHr4haFLiLkZJrIstQvJoacP2bJrv2aQ1EVOQceiZOw6ZhI_/s320/Aug_30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646528795759465458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jordan's school follows the local school system schedule, therefore, her school was scheduled to start school yesterday. Keely's school is on a different schedule and started yesterday. However, a typhoon day was called Sunday night. Typhoon/ Tropical Storm Nanmadol came across the island yesterday. We didn't see much wind and rain from it, but all of the kids got a day off anyway. Therefore, today was Jordan's first day of school. She was excited Sunday about school but after another day at home she told Jacob at bedtime she just wanted to stay home with us. However, once we were walking down the street all holding hands she started getting excited. She got a little overwhelmed with all of the teachers hugging and greeting her after the summer, but then she got into the groove. All of the children even got Pez dispensers!! Now that has to make any day a good day, right? We'll see if we still think that when Keely gets home!
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Just in case you start wondering, Jordan does have more than this one dress. She actually has many dresses due to hand me downs and some new ones. However, she always chooses this one.)&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</content><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/feeds/3838490218798191514/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2011/08/jordans-first-day-of-school.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="3 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360029/posts/default/3838490218798191514" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360029/posts/default/3838490218798191514" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2011/08/jordans-first-day-of-school.html" rel="alternate" title="Jordan's First Day of School" type="text/html"/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10773562753489354284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="23" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgND2Uxkz7KXvHO5KI9GaUrdQpFt7mLdwZ4pVOvkPfskzvho3whqTFSNl5bbY6hpLFrnDV1pAM7-arVIRSjt7UPfCK8P59NTjvs1oj8Mt1IH1hd-YQyNMvKgdQiUGC3NQ/s220/March_5.jpg" width="32"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxtspz-g9jGvASYgukfy-F5spVX9qhFvUCWZ9SmOSDrAFxb7obL2kCK4cv8S0689SHIWktE4v9lEIntJncbIEceHr4haFLiLkZJrIstQvJoacP2bJrv2aQ1EVOQceiZOw6ZhI_/s72-c/Aug_30.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5360029.post-8584651622256133604</id><published>2011-08-27T16:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T16:50:40.833+08:00</updated><title type="text">When the blog posts stop coming...</title><content type="html">...I have probably found a new project!
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&lt;br /&gt;Consistency seems to be missing in my life lately! I get on a roll to updating the blog and then the next thing I know it hasn't been updated in 3 months! One of the reasons this happens is that I find another project to work on during my normal computer time at night. This week I decided to work on some subway art for our living room. We have a nice switch box next to our front door. We have lived here a year and I still haven't come up with the perfect idea to cover it up. I finally came up with an idea that I think we are going to like.
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&lt;br /&gt;I found this idea on faux gallery wrapping &lt;a href="http://bandersonphotography.blogspot.com/2011/04/diy-faux-gallery-wrap-canvas.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Hopefully I can get the subway art printed and "wrapped" this week! I finally finished the curtains by properly hemming them and not just with straight pins! So if we finish this project and hang up a wreath I made a month ago my living and dining area might finally be finished 13 months after moving to Taipei! Hurray!
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&lt;br /&gt;So that's just one reason my blogging goes astray!
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/feeds/8584651622256133604/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Post Comments" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2011/08/when-blog-posts-stop-coming.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="1 Comments" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360029/posts/default/8584651622256133604" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5360029/posts/default/8584651622256133604" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2011/08/when-blog-posts-stop-coming.html" rel="alternate" title="When the blog posts stop coming..." type="text/html"/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10773562753489354284</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="23" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgND2Uxkz7KXvHO5KI9GaUrdQpFt7mLdwZ4pVOvkPfskzvho3whqTFSNl5bbY6hpLFrnDV1pAM7-arVIRSjt7UPfCK8P59NTjvs1oj8Mt1IH1hd-YQyNMvKgdQiUGC3NQ/s220/March_5.jpg" width="32"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh29OUKrbIZpgPZDLUlTEoViiBoW-ZZPL_I2SFJxR6MgCZeCKvm9ufL1wI6vp3ZPK1vAcwQcuymND8_PBhJLqyiRVwoLJH3fePlRDl8FB5RTKrU7UJG5NqSk4iSDpoyf7XjtMcF/s72-c/subway_art.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5360029.post-3871175052179733945</id><published>2011-08-22T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T08:11:51.326+08:00</updated><title type="text">Skyping With Friends</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwXA5i-ngE_qcnOT_nALdZhnfiqNaG4-XXQ2suF8p62Sryl6ykewTCgw4-OdG-8LdwZ2D8nXi8dFVxhcPmyJqnfJGRA5qDz1ma_J8bLwAMxGXc5ItPdTsCHKQHOkkGdXXBWtLT/s1600/Aug_21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwXA5i-ngE_qcnOT_nALdZhnfiqNaG4-XXQ2suF8p62Sryl6ykewTCgw4-OdG-8LdwZ2D8nXi8dFVxhcPmyJqnfJGRA5qDz1ma_J8bLwAMxGXc5ItPdTsCHKQHOkkGdXXBWtLT/s320/Aug_21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643464917792121762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I was saying in the &lt;a href="http://jacobandsara.blogspot.com/2011/08/quick-trip-to-bangkok.html"&gt;Bangkok post&lt;/a&gt;, all of us really enjoyed our time with Katy and have been missing her. Katy and Jacob set up a Skype time yesterday morning for all of us to talk and see each other. Katy's brother Joshua joined us too. After we all said hi to each other, Jacob let Keely take the IPad into her room to talk to Katy and Joshua by herself for a few minutes. Keely didn't even like it when I was in there trying to take pictures!! After awhile Jordan went in and talked to them too. The girls did get done finally so Jacob could visit with them too! What a fun way to start our Sunday morning and to keep in touch!
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