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&amp;nbsp;We had Adoption Classes m-f 5:30-8:30, 45 minutes away from our house 2 weeks ago. then last week we had revival at church. Both were a blessing and much needed but &lt;i&gt;BOY&lt;/i&gt; did it cause havoc on our house. Its a big ole mess right now.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, I have decided to join in with "White House Black Shutters" and do &lt;a href="http://www.whitehouseblackshutters.com/2012/02/help-me-with-40-bags-in-40-days-this-wednesday.html?utm_source=twitterfeed&amp;amp;utm_medium=twitter&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+whitehouseblackshutters+%28white+house%2C+black+shutters%29"&gt;40 bags in 40 days&lt;/a&gt;. I am really hoping I can do this. The hardest part of being a working mom is the few hours a day we are actually at home. So I am saving the big stuff for weekends and hoping to knock it all out!&lt;br /&gt;
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I have such a desire to have a simply life. All the clutter and such just drives me crazy. I am going to do my best to "rid" of it all. Who knows...I might even open the garage full of good picks and have a sale.&lt;br /&gt;
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We will see!&lt;br /&gt;
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In other news, I would like to introduce you to our newest family member, Minnie.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Minnie is our newest rescue. Todd and I are huge animal lovers. We currently have 2 cats and 3 dogs living at our house. Plus we have 3 more with my parents. Minnie was dropped off in Todd's work parking lot (as was Roger) She is the sweetest little dog. She minds well, sleeps through the night, doesn't run off if she isn't on her leash, doesn't chew on things..her only fault is she will not potty train. So it looks like we will be going to obedience school.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Rescue dogs make the best pest! If you are thinking about getting a pet, I highly suggest adopting one.&lt;br /&gt;
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Looks like we are going to need a new family photo. &lt;br /&gt;
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We hadn't been in Mobile 45 minutes when Madyson came to me and said, my tooth hurts. Figuring she had bumped her mouth playing or she was getting a cavity, I said, "Well let me see". I was looking in her mouth and I asked her "where?" and she pointed to her little bottom tooth. When I touched it, it moved!&lt;br /&gt;
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I didn't say anything and she responded with "Momma, It wiggles!!!" This is a huge deal for her. I didn't loose my first tooth til 2nd grade, so I was assuming my children would be the same, and stay babies forever. Boy, was I wrong!&lt;br /&gt;
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Within 20 minutes of discovering the loose tooth, it was dangling on a string of floss.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Tooth fairy came to visit. Leaving $2 for her first tooth. She was so excited to "sell" her "old" teeth.&lt;br /&gt;
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My baby is now a kid. and yes, I cried. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.thebroadusbunch.com/2011/02/ehlove-day-2011.html"&gt;Love Day 2011&lt;/a&gt; we were suffering from the flu :(.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;This year however, we seemed to make it through the day.&amp;nbsp; I woke early and prepared the girls favorite simple breakfast (eggs and pancakes) they woke up to happy treats of a tshirt, shaky cup, candy, and suckers. After breakfast they got dressed and went to school for their valentines parties. &lt;br /&gt;
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After their parties we headed to walmart to pick up a few things for Aubrie Kate's birthday party! (I can't wait for you to see it!!!) Here is my "crew" at walmart. I make them all ride in the buggy to prevent someone ki*nappin* them. (have you seen that video??)&lt;br /&gt;
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They came home and ate alot of candy, then the 4 of us went to our favorite spot to have dinner. Pizza Hut. We are always the only ones in there and they get the whole play area to themselves. (Plus dinner is under 17$ bucks for all of us ;)&lt;br /&gt;
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Todd got off work and met us at church and we attended a life action service. It was a great way to spend our Love day. &lt;br /&gt;
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The greatest thing about Life Action is last night, my dad was in church. Its been a long time since he sat in church for something other than a funeral, wedding, or musical performance. I was so happy he was there.&lt;br /&gt;
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There has been alot going on in our family so lets catch up, shall we? and excuse the terrible phone photos, my big camera is in todd's truck and I keep forgetting to get it out!&lt;br /&gt;
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Madyson and her class had a field trip to the Rodeo. Then they had a "Cowboy Lunch" afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aubrie Kate had a school music class "parent's day" she loves singing and music.&lt;br /&gt;
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Finally, after 2 years of praying, wrong roads, etc. Todd and I have completed our 15 hours of adoption training, turned in all paper work, been fingerprinted, and tested for TB. &lt;br /&gt;
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Next we have our homestudy update then it will be baby time. We have a prospective mom, but we are also looking into the foster system at ages 2 and under. No decisions have been made, because we haven't felt a direct answer from God on which way to go. We knew though we had to finish all this first.&lt;br /&gt;
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These are my new obsession. I adore them. I also like the smore flavor. great for a quick snack.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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We survived valentines day! more on that saturday. Here are the valentines I made for Aubrie's class. Thank you Pintrest!&lt;br /&gt;
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This weekend we are taking a quick get-a-way to visit Todd's dad, stepmom, and brother. We are excited about our little road trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566162498884787815-83898999788812931?l=www.thebroadusbunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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What is Glory? When God's holy life goes public. Lesson from Jeremiah 13:1-11&lt;br /&gt;
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Questions asked:&lt;br /&gt;
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Do you understand your responsibility when you call yourself a Christian? To do it all in the Glory of God. To Honor Him, To put nothing before him. &lt;br /&gt;
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What is an idol? Anything that absorbs your heart and imagination more than God.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jeremiah then asked us, "what is an idol in your life?" Immediately a word popped into my head. I said to myself.."no, thats not an idol."&lt;br /&gt;
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He gave the diagram of: When you Refuse to Listen -&amp;gt;you become stubborn -&amp;gt;which leads you to create idols -&amp;gt;and makes your life worthless.&lt;br /&gt;
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He gave the illustration of standing in front of a mirror and said, "Whatever is in front of you is what you will reflect." I began to think of how many time I have watch a popular reality tv show that is about singles throwing themselves at a man..is that what I want to reflect? Or how about being too busy in the morning to sit down with God, first thing. An idol?&lt;br /&gt;
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Jeremiah then said, "I asked you earlier what was an idol in your life. I am sure something popped into your head, and&amp;nbsp; you said to yourself no...thats not an idol"&lt;br /&gt;
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So he gave a list:&lt;br /&gt;
~Work: do you work more than you spend time with God?&lt;br /&gt;
~Kids: do you spend so much time being a good mom, you lack the time to be a Godly mom?&lt;br /&gt;
~Marriage: Do you value your spouse more than God?&lt;br /&gt;
~TV: Do you watch more television than you spend time with God?&lt;br /&gt;
~Shopping: Do you spend more on stuff than you give to your church?&lt;br /&gt;
~Eating: Do you invest time into food when others are hungry?&lt;br /&gt;
~Money: Do you store away money while your church needs help providing?&lt;br /&gt;
~Reputation: Do you value your reputation as a "good Christian"? It takes more than showing up for worship, going to Sunday School and tithing to be a Christian.&lt;br /&gt;
~Fear: Does your fears control you?&lt;br /&gt;
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At the end of the service he asked us to write down that word(s) that was our idol. And then he asked us, if we felt led, to come and place it on the alter and give it to God. I took my word down, prayed and asked God for his guidance in this matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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What are your idols?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566162498884787815-2185312796798910310?l=www.thebroadusbunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Our first lesson is from 2/12 pm service. Steve taught about "The sport of fools"&lt;br /&gt;
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We as humans, find it normal to look at our life and compare it to others. I spoke about coveting a few weeks ago, and this lesson, spoke words to me. Here are the steps that he discussed how we become discontent with our lives. &lt;br /&gt;
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*Discontentment: A lack of gratitude for what God has provided.*&lt;br /&gt;
Discussion from 2 Corinthians 10:12 &amp;amp; Psalm 73&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I. Comparison: we compare us to them.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
a. Home: &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;examples: They are building a new home, our house is small, we need a big home...even if we can't afford it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
b. Mate: &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;examples: we see their spouse at their best and ours at their worst. Then we compare the two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
c. Finances: &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;examples: I would love to go on a European vacation like them, but we can't afford it. We can't even pay our bills. I bet they never have that problem. It must be nice to be rich. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
d. Clothes: &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;examples: I can't wear these shoes! They are old and ugly. I wish I had shoes like hers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;e. Acceptance: &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;examples: She is so outgoing, and has lots of friends. I don't fit in anywhere, I don't belong to anyone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;f. Marital Status: &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;examples:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Why am I&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;still single and my little sister is engage? why did my marriage fail and theirs work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;g: Parents: &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;examples: I wish my parents had of done that for me. Why does my dad wear black socks with sandals?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;h: Future: &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Never in a million years will my life be as good as theirs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;II.Complain: Ways we whine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;a. Negative: When you are always negative eventually you become...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;b. Angry: and after being angry for so long you just become....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;c. Bitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;III.Criticize: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Your spouse, your boss, your friends, your children....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;IV. Condemn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;a. Assume negative (the worst about a situation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;b. Judgmental&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;c. Gossip&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Steve shared a story about a family whose 5 year old was diagnosed with leukemia. Instead of the family going into the initial meeting with the doctors having a "why me" attitude. They decided to "Make God look good in all circumstances". Throughout treatment dr.'s and nurses commented on how great their outlook was. And they shared that it was because of the Lord. How often do we allow God to look good in all circumstances?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;How can we fix our discontentment?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I. Confess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;a. Specific areas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;b. self pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;c. the need to rejoice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;II. Change your focus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;a. yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;b. pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;c. others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;d. insecurities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;at the end he challenged us to get in groups of 3/4 and talk about where we have discontentment in our lives and to pray that God helps us remove these. I was in a group with some of the older members of our church. We shared, then I led the prayer. I am not a group prayer (hard to believe with as much as i like to talk...) but I felt God saying, "let go of your pride, and speak to me, just like you do when its just us."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I have been a working mom for all but 6 months of my children's life. At the beginning I worked insane hours, climbing the ladder of success, and state hopping for meetings just to fulfill my goal of becoming a successful woman.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then God grabbed a hold of me and took me on a wild rollercoaster. He snatched the reins of life out of my hands and planted me in the church that I grew up in. (Feel Free to Read all of 2009 post to see the plan of God unfold infront of your eyes)&lt;br /&gt;
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I have been apart of this team since June of 2009. And I am so thankful to God for giving me the opportunity to work at a place that understands family is most important and doesn't make me feel guilty for being a mom. I might not make as much money as I did before, but the ability to have lunch with my kids, bring them to work, and be off with them when needed is worth more than money.&lt;br /&gt;
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So here is our daily schedule.&lt;br /&gt;
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6am: wake up/shower.&lt;br /&gt;
6:30am: wake kids up, feed them breakfast, get myself dressed&lt;br /&gt;
6:45am: get them dressed, teeth brushed, hair done, etc.&lt;br /&gt;
7:15am: Dad leaves for work&lt;br /&gt;
7:30am: Drop madyson off at school&lt;br /&gt;
7:45am: Drop Aubrie Kate off at Preschool&lt;br /&gt;
8:00am: arrive at work. Have quiet time with the Lord/coffee.&lt;br /&gt;
8:30-2pm: Work&lt;br /&gt;
2:00pm: Leave work to pick up Aubrie Kate from Preschool&lt;br /&gt;
2:17pm: get in carrider line&lt;br /&gt;
2:30pm: Madyson gets in the car&lt;br /&gt;
2:45pm: Home/ Snack Time&lt;br /&gt;
3:00-4:00pm: Play outside or Movie if its raining&lt;br /&gt;
4:00-5:00pm Homework, read book for AR, get lunch ready for the next day, pack backpack for next day&lt;br /&gt;
5:00pm: start dinner. Girls Play&lt;br /&gt;
6:30pm: Todd gets home from Work and we eat dinner&lt;br /&gt;
8:00pm: Girls get in bed&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;On Mondays both girls have ballet from 4:15-5:45 so we do homework and such while the other is in dance class. Then we go to Family Bible Study at 6:30 were we finish homework, and study together.&lt;br /&gt;
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On Wednesday Nights: we have Church so we eat dinner at the church then have service and such.&lt;br /&gt;
One Thursday Night a month: Madyson has girl scouts, Aubrie tags along.&lt;br /&gt;
and starting this Spring, Aubrie will be playing T Ball. &lt;br /&gt;
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Our life gets very chaotic sometimes. Todd's work doesn't allow for him to miss alot, so when he is off, we stop whatever (including missing dance...etc) to be a family. That is the most important.&lt;br /&gt;
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1) we have a family calender where I write out everything for that month. It is positioned in our pantry for all to see. &lt;br /&gt;
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2) We do everything for the next day before dinner. Picking out clothes, getting bags ready, etc. that way in the mornings we aren't rushing around. NONE of us are morning people so it helps alot.&lt;br /&gt;
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3) We keep a chalk board in our kitchen that we write out grocery needs, things that need to be done around the house etc. we all help out on this so its not just one persons responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;
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4) Stopping when I see fit. I do not care if we are at every dance class. Sometimes, life is too much and the girls need a break. By not trying to be everywhere at all times, it helps us relax and breath.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks for visiting the Broadus Bunch! We would love to have you join us as a follower so you can keep up with our crazy life!&lt;br /&gt;
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In January, she started the Accelerated Reader program. She loves to read and I find I can no longer spell out words to Todd, because she will sound them out and catch me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Her handwriting is slightly better, she is def. my child when it comes to writing. We do not boast at having good penmanship, ever.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Spiritually, I can see her growing more in Christ each day. Yesterday, her heart blew Todd and I out of the water. At school, if they stay on the green light they get a treat at the end of the day. Madyson had a snicker bar (her favorite) she got in the car and proceeded to tell me all about her "SNEEKER bar" then her sweet friend that rides with us, said "I didn't get one because I was talking". Me, not thinking much about it said, "well thats okay buddy, you can get one tomorrow" Just then, madyson spoke up. "Here, you can have mine. Its a sneeker bar, its peanuts and caramel and chocolate, its my favorite, but I want you to have it." She then, turned her snicker bar over to her friend and sat back and was okay with her decision. My heart stopped. My five year old, has been listening. We have been talking alot about Grace in our house. The definition we use is "getting something great that you don't deserve" She deserved the candy bar, because she stayed on green. But because her friend did not, she shared her "something great" with him.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was so moved by her decision and attitude. I told Todd about it and he just hugged her and told her how awesome she was. On the way home from Adoption Class last night, we stopped at the store and bought her a bag of mini snickers. When we got home, we explained how proud we are of her for showing grace to her friend. How she made us happy and God happy, just by using her heart. we presented her with the bag of snickers and told her these were not a reward for showing grace, these were a gift from us to her, because we are proud of her achievements in school. She was elated and ate one at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;
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While all of the above sound fabulous, she is dealing with the pressures of "mean kids" at school. She wears glasses, has eczema and has dark arm hair (like her Italian momma). The arm hair thing, I totally relate to. I was made fun of alot for having more hair than normal girls. I was called things like Hairy Goat, Wooly, and other hurtful names. My mom would say, "your hair is beautiful"..um no mom, its weird. So right now, we are learning how to cope with hurtful words. I feel the urge to bop little kids on the head, but instead I remind her that God carefully creates each of us. He designs our eyes, our skin..he knows the number of hairs on our head...and I am sure he knows the number on our arms as well. We talk about how he doesn't make mistakes and sometimes children see "differences" in others and use that to hurt them.&amp;nbsp; But thats because they haven't been taught how to love everyone, despite their differences.&lt;br /&gt;
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She is growing and learning and understanding. My baby is no longer a baby, but a child. and a wonderful one at that. &lt;br /&gt;
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First the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;
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Saturday morning Madyson had a girl scout activity. It was lesson of Zink the Zebra. Zink teaches us to love each other regardless of our differences. She had a great time. While we were at Girl Scouts, Aubrie Kate was hanging out with Todd's Mom, and Todd was at work!&lt;br /&gt;
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After our morning we went and met grandmomma and aubrie kate at Corner Bakery for lunch. The kids love going there, as do I.&lt;br /&gt;
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Once we ate all of our lunch, we headed to Target to pick up a birthday gift for a friend. We drove home in the monsoon and then Todd and Aubrie jumped in the car to head to a birthday party. Madyson and I stayed home and made our grocery shopping list.&lt;br /&gt;
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When Todd and Aubrie Kate got home from the party, we all headed out to Sams &amp;amp; Kroger to get stuff for our Super Bowl Party. (which, I have NO pics of :(&lt;br /&gt;
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Sunday Morning we got up, went to church, taught our classes first hour, second hour we worked the preschool hall. Then we went home to get ready for our party. we had 24 of our sweet friends and their babies over! The house was full, the food was off the charts, the fellowship was great. I love our friends!&lt;br /&gt;
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This week Todd and I are in adoption classes Monday-Friday. We are so excited to be marking this step off of our to-do list. The classes are in Vicksburg, which is 40 minutes away from our house, so we have to drive there and back. But whatever gets us closer to our little one!&lt;br /&gt;
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This weekend is LIFE ACTION! if you remember last year I blogged about the revival we had at our church. We enjoyed it so much and are so glad they are coming back this year! Saturday they will be doing a "Home Life Cafe" that discusses Marriage...Finances, etc. If you are in the Jackson area, I would LOVE for you and your spouse to come! Childcare is provided its 9am-1pm. Let me know, and you can sit with us!&lt;br /&gt;
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Next week we will be doing revival until wednesday and then *hopefully* a little road trip during the weekend! Plus both girls have field trips and valentines parties! (and yes, I am homeroom mom for BOTH!) &lt;br /&gt;
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WHEW....are you as tired as I am? &lt;br /&gt;
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one last bit. Madyson sold 408 boxes of girl scout cookies! I am so proud of her!&lt;br /&gt;
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The best part are the audience dancing before the show! Todd says this would be me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;11 Random Things About Myself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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1. I secretly want to have a blog alias so I can write about BIG things: politics, laws, etc. &lt;br /&gt;
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2. I am working on going totally vegan. This is a slow process. Right now I am cutting cokes out of my diet. 1 a day is my allowance. This is a choice I have to make for myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. My biggest regret in life is NOT going to culinary school. Stupid nursing school.....&lt;br /&gt;
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4. I am the worst speller, grammar user EVER. &lt;br /&gt;
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5. I teach first grade Sunday School and adore it. My kids are the most remarkable learners. &lt;br /&gt;
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6. I sit at work jamming out to Glee soundtracks (in my headphones of course)&lt;br /&gt;
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7. As stated in the previous post, I hate socks. It has to be below 20 for me to wear them. &lt;br /&gt;
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8. My reading has been blah lately. I am having a hard choice deciding what to read.&lt;br /&gt;
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9. I haven't watched home improvement shows on diy since the kitchen remodel. Still recovering. &lt;br /&gt;
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10. However, I love me some nate berkus.&lt;br /&gt;
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11. I am planning a junking trip to alabama soon.(p.s) this is my 400th post!&lt;br /&gt;
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11 Questions to Answer:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,Utopia,'Palatino Linotype',Palatino,serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. What is your guilty pleasure TV show?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Tori &amp;amp; Dean Home Sweet Hollywood.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,Utopia,'Palatino Linotype',Palatino,serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,Utopia,'Palatino Linotype',Palatino,serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,Utopia,'Palatino Linotype',Palatino,serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;2. Name one song that you like to jam out to that is totally embarrassing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,Utopia,'Palatino Linotype',Palatino,serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;probably vanilla ice, Ice Ice Baby...I rapped it, on stage, at a club once, in front of people.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,Utopia,'Palatino Linotype',Palatino,serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,Utopia,'Palatino Linotype',Palatino,serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Where do you want to send your kids to school? Public/private/homeschool?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;For now, its public schools. We have an amazing district with awesome teachers. We are the random family that lets our kids pick. Madyson adores going to school and her friends. But if a situation ever arose that she asked to be homeschooled, we are prepared for that as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,Utopia,'Palatino Linotype',Palatino,serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,Utopia,'Palatino Linotype',Palatino,serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. One food you will never grow tired of?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Quesadillas. I love them and eat them everywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,Utopia,'Palatino Linotype',Palatino,serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,Utopia,'Palatino Linotype',Palatino,serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,Utopia,'Palatino Linotype',Palatino,serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. What is your favorite Pinterest search?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;I love repurposing pins. Finding new use for old things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,Utopia,'Palatino Linotype',Palatino,serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,Utopia,'Palatino Linotype',Palatino,serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,Utopia,'Palatino Linotype',Palatino,serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Did you order Girl Scout cookies? If so what kind?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,Utopia,'Palatino Linotype',Palatino,serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,Utopia,'Palatino Linotype',Palatino,serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;Yes! Since madyson is a girl scout we ordered alot. a few of each. We love them all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,Utopia,'Palatino Linotype',Palatino,serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,Utopia,'Palatino Linotype',Palatino,serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,Utopia,'Palatino Linotype',Palatino,serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,Utopia,'Palatino Linotype',Palatino,serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. What color do you decorate with most?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Blue &amp;amp; Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,Utopia,'Palatino Linotype',Palatino,serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,Utopia,'Palatino Linotype',Palatino,serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,Utopia,'Palatino Linotype',Palatino,serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Which store is a total guilty pleasure?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Target&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,Utopia,'Palatino Linotype',Palatino,serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,Utopia,'Palatino Linotype',Palatino,serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,Utopia,'Palatino Linotype',Palatino,serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. What are your favorite baby names?&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;we have alot. but i am not sharing :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,Utopia,'Palatino Linotype',Palatino,serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,Utopia,'Palatino Linotype',Palatino,serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,Utopia,'Palatino Linotype',Palatino,serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. What is your dream home vision?&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;country chic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,Utopia,'Palatino Linotype',Palatino,serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,Utopia,'Palatino Linotype',Palatino,serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. Is your current job your dream job?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;I love what I do. I wouldn't say it is my dream job, because that would be being a wedding planner for Disney. But I do enjoy what I do. I love the people I work with and the atmosphere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;Feel free to participate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566162498884787815-1462165087884075797?l=www.thebroadusbunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The past few days, her "spirit" has been making me question what I am doing wrong. As I was ready to throw in my towel, Kelly posted this &lt;a href="http://lysaterkeurst.com/2012/01/i-dont-want-to-raise-a-good-child/"&gt;post by Lisa TerKeurst&lt;/a&gt; and bam it hit me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Growing up, my strong-willed self made my mother insane. She didn't understand why I couldn't do it the way she wanted it done. Why I had to make everything a production, even the simple things like wearing socks.&lt;br /&gt;
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I believe her best parenting advice story stems from when I was around Aubrie Kate's age. Every morning my mom would get me ready for daycare and I would fight her because the seam in the socks hurt and I didn't wont to wear socks (random fact#1 still hate socks) she was at her whits end when finally my daycare teacher said, "well, why does she need to wear socks?" At that moment, I believe my mom learned its okay to pick and choose battles. Why did I need to wear socks? My shoes fit, they didn't hurt, it wasn't cold. Why fight everyday over socks?&lt;br /&gt;
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She allowed me to go to school, without socks and guess what? I turned out just fine.&lt;br /&gt;
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Over the following years my mom had to face the "sock battle" on more than one occasion. She wanted me to be a cheerleader, I did it, despised it, quit it. It killed her, but why did I need to be a cheerleader?&lt;br /&gt;
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She wanted me to be a nurse, I studied, I tried, I hated it, and it hated me. My lack of compassion confirmed I would be committing my life to a career where I had no freedom to be myself. I will always remember the conversation I had with my parents when I told them I was going to study "Communications with an emphasis in Public Relations" They were baffled by that idea. My dad's exact words were "So someone is going to pay you to communicate? In public?" &lt;br /&gt;
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The biggest one was when she found out Todd and I were &lt;a href="http://www.thebroadusbunch.com/2009/02/welcome-to-our-world.html"&gt;getting married/already married&lt;/a&gt;. She didn't see what I saw. I had spent my life in relationship with people (and yes, serious relationships) that pleased my parents. Socially acceptable young men, who had promising futures and could one day provide a better life for me than imagined. I, chose the guy who worked with me at a restaurant, who had dropped out of college, who had long dyed hair, and earrings. It was totally "un-OK" with her that I was making such a huge decision based on something as simple as Love.&lt;br /&gt;
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My mother begged for prayer from her friends. All which are wonderful Godly women. She needed them at that time and they prayed her through it all.&lt;br /&gt;
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 Fast Forward a few years and now I sit as the mother of the strong willed child. I find myself wondering, "what am I going to do with her?" I call on my friends to pray for me as I go about parenting a child with such a big personality. I find myself having the "sock battle" all over again but with roles reversed.&lt;br /&gt;
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After reading Lisa's article I am planning on taking a different approach. Do not pray for Aubrie Kate to understand me and my goals for her. Pray for me to raise a child that grows into a&amp;nbsp; God-honoring Adult. If you can do that for me, I promise to do that for you. Just comment below, and I will add you to my list. At least you know if we run into each other in the mall, and our children are naked, dancing in the fountain, I wont judge you but hug your neck and say, "one day, they will make a huge impact on the world. Hopefully with clothes on :)"&lt;br /&gt;
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Here are some camera photos she took.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Well, this is an aubrie photo. Madyson in her new glasses. She has 6 more months of wearing glasses til we can say she is healed from surgery! she picked out some new fushia frames. (notice the mess in the background...thats just a little bit. apparently when mommy is away, all the junk/toys comes out. Our house is a disaster right now)&lt;br /&gt;
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This is our Mudroom! We have this tiny little space between the garage and the kitchen. It use to house the extra fridge (where the chair is) and all the cabinets were dark brown. Well we removed the doors, added shelves, paint, and some accessories and here is our new mudroom. Total Cost $0. we had everything we needed. the green isn't that intense...i think its just the camera.&lt;br /&gt;
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On Sunday, after church we had some errands to run. We stopped by Grandmommas bc she bought Ken a new outfit. (we only have one ken and he is old school and all his clothes are gross) well. We put on the outfit and those are some SKINNY cords. Apparently New Ken is alot slimmer than the 90's version. Madyson and I BOTH agreed no man, plastic or real, should have pants that tight.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;We went by TJ MAXX so I could pick up my Rachel Ray pot.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Then we came home and worked more. Todd is out finishing the pallet wood for the pallet wood wall treatment. &lt;br /&gt;
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Busy weekend. But fun! Next weekend Madyson has a girl scout outing, Todd has to work, and Aubrie is spending time with Grandmomma!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566162498884787815-6123551791471312392?l=www.thebroadusbunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Being from the South I can always enjoy redneck humor. This video was shown to me yesterday by a fellow coworker. &lt;/div&gt;
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You got your Judy Chop, Your Kungfu Chop, and Your Ninjy Chop.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566162498884787815-834259164930960931?l=www.thebroadusbunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It is an Oatmeal Container with Modge Podge Scrapbook paper on top. simple. free. easy.&lt;br /&gt;
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So I asked Madyson to pick out a piece of scrapbook paper out of the craft box and she came to me with 3. "I want them all..." well okay, its your headband holder. I did the Modge Podge (which if you haven't ever used it is a fancy glue) and she "designed" what she wanted it to look like. we let it dry over night and the next morning....WhaLa!&lt;br /&gt;
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the greatest thing? You can store hair elastics, brushes, clippies, etc. inside. So a free project...a recycled project...an organized project!&lt;br /&gt;
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I have been suffering Mommy Guilt since we returned home from California. I LOVED being home everyday. Even though here there isn't snow covered mountains to play on...I still adored waking up everyday and doing whatever. (And for those who have read this blog since the beginning...you know thats NOT me!)&lt;br /&gt;
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I adore my job(s), I love working, I love meeting goals, planning events, being a go getter, a people pleaser, a hard working, "working mom". I adore it all. But lately, it hasn't been my heart. Being home, with my kids...has been my heart.&lt;br /&gt;
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So in the movie (if you haven't seen it) SJP works for a big bank doing fancy financial things...she has to jet set across the country multiple times a week all while trying to maintain life at home. Her and her husband have 2 kids and at one point in the movie they both get big projects at the same time. When she is being "mom" she has to do the mom things...bake sales, birthday parties....all while trying to make sure the "super" mommies don't realize...she bought that pie...&lt;br /&gt;
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At times I feel like this. Well all the time. I have this image of myself, in my head, that I have it all together. I work M-F 8am-2pm. at 2 i leave to go get the kids from school then we have afternoon activities like ballet, choir, girl scouts, and now...T-Ball, then we come home..I cook dinner. Todd gets home at 6:45 we eat, do homework, take a bath, get everything ready for the next day, go to bed by 9:45 then start the whole day over again....Same Routine. On weekends I have been trying not to plan things for us to do, but I do have 2 other part-time jobs that play apart of our lives 1x every 3-6 months...&lt;br /&gt;
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So what does this mean for our family? Well nothing really. Not unless someone has a work at home job that pays what I get paid at the church. 2 incomes are a must. #Bought.old.house.must.fix.it.up&lt;br /&gt;
But I have been sharing life on this blog for years, and I want to continue doing so. Who knows, God put working at this church for a reason. I am still trying to figure out &lt;i&gt;what reason&lt;/i&gt;. But I know He has plans. Plans that will surprise me, delight me, and make me go...OOOHHHHH. Just thankful for the opportunity to work in a place that understands what "family" means.&lt;br /&gt;
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We did have a bit of excitement last week in the form of an email. But all I can tell you right now is just to pray, that God's Will, will be done. I haven't heard anything else so I am just sitting and waiting, patiently Lord. &lt;br /&gt;
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Fun Fridays! 2012 Fridays will be dedicated to something fun I have found via the web! Today's pick is Brian's surprise Dance for his Bride! I am sure they will live happily ever after, and have tons of fun throughout marriage!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566162498884787815-5381251957227246583?l=www.thebroadusbunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Like I said before, this trip was a gift (A VERY WONDERFUL GIFT) from Todd's Stepdad and his mom. His Stepdad's (but we just call him Grandaddy) sister and her husband and son live in June Lake. We stayed with them on this trip. But also my biological dad, his wife, my two brothers and my sister and her girls all live in California as well!&lt;br /&gt;
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I was so excited when I found out BioBob and Paula and my WONDERFUL 
little brothers were coming up from SouthernCali to visit before 
Christmas. They were there 3 days and It was wonderful to see them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Also on this trip, I had the chance to meet my sister Renea for the first time! Renea and I are a year apart (shes older...but I am taller :) She and I have the same Mom. It was so great getting to meet her and my nieces! One thing you don't realize as an adopted child is what its like to look like someone. Renea and I look the most alike out of all my sibilings (there are 6 of them! 3 older and 3 younger). Same Eyes, Same Chin, Same mole...just in a different spot. Both little, high voices. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;This is Renea with the girls. We went to eat dinner the night she arrived and this was "dessert"&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Aubrie Kate and Kenna. They are a few months apart. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Me and Renea. I look rough, we had been to the Ghost Town earlier that day (more on that tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;The big sisters McKenzie and Madyson&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;2 sisters with their 2 girls. &lt;br /&gt;
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Family is such an important part of my life. I am truly blessed to be an adopted child, who had an wonderful family growing up, and now as a grown up I have the opportunity to have my biological family in the mix as well. Best of Both worlds!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2566162498884787815-2071042166531184862?l=www.thebroadusbunch.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Christmas Morning the girls were all snug in the bed! Until Momma came in and flashed the camera :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Then it was up to see what Santa delivered! And to open presents with the family!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;The girls got lots of fun stuff!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Aubrie's favorite was this dollie and ....&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Her rapunzel dress....&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;and all her lalaloopsy stuff! This was a fun Christmas with her&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;After all the gifts were open, we headed into Yosemite National Park for a day of play!&lt;br /&gt;
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We left on a jet plane for California on Dec. 17th! This was Aubrie's first trip on a plane and she loved the entire thing! Our plans for the trip were to Have fun, Rest, get back to normal, and make snow angels. We succeeded at all of these. &lt;br /&gt;
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We (the girls and I) attempted to snowboard. Daddy Broadus is an expert, and he loves it. His little mini-me (madyson) took after him. She had a great time going up and down the mountain with her trainer.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aubrie Kate....Well, lets just say within the first 2 hours she had pitched 2 of the biggest fits because she didn't like the helmet and hated the boots. They didn't match. She was removed from ski school and spent the rest of the vacation doing all sorts of things...&lt;br /&gt;
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And Momma? well momma tried to snowboard. It was entertaining for all. I could do it really good, but I couldn't stop. And that is a BIG part of it.&lt;br /&gt;
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So after breaking my tailbone(not really, but it felt like it) I opted to spend my ski lift money on something that will last me a lifetime...&lt;br /&gt;
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=) It was on sale, like a good sale! and I love it! We ate a ton of good food, and we all show from it.&lt;br /&gt;
The girls and I were awed with the scenery&lt;br /&gt;
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God does some amazing work! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Keep Calm. I have tried for 2 weeks to post our California blog. But it will not post. I have purchased more memory space, I have deleted pictures...I have tried it all and nothing. I will continue to work and you might get a christmas update in february!&lt;br /&gt;
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Right now, I wanted to share a little bit of married life with you. &lt;br /&gt;
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During&amp;nbsp; the recovery of "the miscarriage" Todd and I did not talk. I couldn't talk without crying and he didn't understand why. Communication is a strong part of our relationship but for weeks it was like living with a stranger (for him) It wasn't until a few days before we left for vacation did I finally spill my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;
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During vacation Todd went into total caregiver mode. He works alot when we are home (80+ hours a week...Thanks Enterprise RAC) and he doesn't get to always be the husband I know he wants to be. But on vacation he really stepped up and took care of me, letting me rest and heal and took care of the girls. He did laundry the whole 12 days we were there. He was always hands on with the girls, it was wonderful. Since we've been back he has done his best to continue this.&lt;br /&gt;
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Last night, we dropped the girls off at their Mission Friends Meeting at church and we headed to the grocery store. While we were there we were talking about dinner and came up with something that sounded really good =) so we went home, and we cooked together , like we use to when we were dating. It was a simple yet deep experience. It took me back to when we met (we worked in a restaurant) and the feelings that I had when we were "hanging out" I had forgotten those feelings and was excited that they returned!&lt;br /&gt;
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So I began to think, I wonder what yall use to do before marriage, that you don't anymore....who knows, maybe your feeling will return if you try to do it now!&lt;br /&gt;
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