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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QESXg5eSp7ImA9WhRVEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420788095876010684</id><updated>2012-01-10T16:35:08.621-05:00</updated><category term="bekah" /><category term="home" /><category term="motherhood" /><category term="just for fun" /><category term="JM" /><category term="JEN" /><category term="photography" /><category term="God" /><category term="homeschooling" /><category term="family" /><category term="little guy" /><category term="vegetarian" /><category term="winter" /><category term="football" /><category term="recipes" /><category term="gluten free" /><category term="IGN" /><category term="neighbors" /><category term="kids" /><category term="life" /><category term="friends" /><title>The Nysewander 5</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nysewanders.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nysewanders.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420788095876010684/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Nysewanders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11330567039683023617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TF7Tx9J4V8I/AAAAAAAABG4/BgDBhg3L2QA/S220/SANY0102.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>158</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ThisAdventureWeCallLife" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="thisadventurewecalllife" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08DRng9cCp7ImA9WhdbEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420788095876010684.post-8905756556056740413</id><published>2011-10-10T14:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T14:37:57.668-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-10T14:37:57.668-04:00</app:edited><title>The story of the amazing Zaya! Part 3, the final chapter :)</title><content type="html">Through all of this the song Shadows by David Crowder was playing in my head. In case you were wondering :) Its over on the side if you want to hear it ---&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, this point in the story is the happy part :) Sunday night I laid in bed beside my precious girl clinging to the sweet relief that tomorrow was promised to bring. I listened to her struggling to breathe and all I could do was wait. Tomorrow. Tomorrow. (I'm tempted to bust out an Annie song at this point.) Early Monday morning the sweet ENT came to visit us and told us what would happen, when it should happen and how it should go 'in general'. The plan was to take her to get anesthesia at noon and then they would immediately intubate her and then do a one inch incision in the back of her throat where they would drain the fluid and rinse it out. They planned to leave the incision open to let the abscess continue to flush and let it heal on its own. Then she should wake up in recovery and we would meet her back at her room. The doctor said this was such a great procedure because within hours of the surgery Zay should start feeling better. I looked over at her and I wondered how I could speed up time. I called JM to let him know when he needed to be there (his office isn't far from the hospital) and then I curled up next to Zay on the bed. By this day my little one was just a little shell of a person. She laid with me and whimpered for the next few hours drifting in and out of sleep. I have never seen a child more visibly sick. I haven't been around many children who were sick but the color of her skin, her inability to do ANYTHING was just overwhelming. When JM got there, I started to get up to give him a hug but zay mumbled out a little noise and held on to me tighter. So I stayed.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Not to much later the nurse came in to take us down to anesthesia. When we were there we go to hear about EVERYTHING that could go wrong and then basically sign away our rights to do anything about it if the worst happened. Awesome. Then we cruised over to the OR where the surgeon came into talk us through the surgery one more time. I looked at my girl and she started looking a little worried. We weren't allowed in the OR with her so this is where she would go on with out us. OH MY GOODNESS!!! I mean rip my heart out. She started crying so pitifully and her little body seemed to small in that bed. Then as angel came in, our anesthesiologist. He was a big guy and he asked Zay if he could carry her and she reached up. As they walked away I heard him asking about her birthday and telling her about his kids and I KNEW she would be cared for. We were taken the waiting area where we did just that, we waited. This is one of those moments where I lost it a little. I just cried. My girl, who I remember staring at her face as I rocked her when she was born, the one that made me a mommy, the girl who showed me how much I could love someone else, that girl, was laying on a bed with a tube down her throat having a surgery and I was out here in a waiting room, praying. It was all I could do.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In just shy of 30 minutes the surgeon came out to tell us that she was in recovery and that she did great! We made it! She had not yet woken up but he said that as soon as she did, she would be brought upstairs. I practically ran back to the room because I didn't want her to be there with out us. When I got there her sweet &lt;a href="http://mariettafbc.org/common/content.asp?PAGE=339"&gt;school&lt;/a&gt; had sent over a balloon and teddy bear and it was waiting on her bed. Seriously, we were surrounded by people loving on us and praying for us. I couldn't have been more thankful. Then I heard the nurse coming down the hall, I stepped out and there was my girl and she smiled. She smiled! It was so good. We slipped her into her freshly made bed and I showed her the new bear and balloon and again, she smiled. The doc said we could let her eat and drink as much as she was up to and that after watching her for a couple more days we would should be released. I can't describe the relief. The joy, the relief. Then I heard it, her sweet voice. I asked her how she was feeling and it was a this little 'good'. It was music to my ears!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That afternoon, just an hour after surgery here she is:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was just an hour after being released from the OR!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jQi9Ku6E99Y/TpM41jZJrII/AAAAAAAABX4/G0zj9t38Czc/s1600/317554_922501482703_23209532_42088188_779461175_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jQi9Ku6E99Y/TpM41jZJrII/AAAAAAAABX4/G0zj9t38Czc/s400/317554_922501482703_23209532_42088188_779461175_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 hours after surgery!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy and chatty with her pal (and beverage)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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She was laughing, painting, smiling with her friends, eating mac-n-cheese, it was good. She was eating and drinking so good by the end of the day that the doctor said she could go home the next day!!! I mean we were PUMPED! We were both so ready to get out of there. That evening she had been chugging gatorade to convince the doc she was ready to go. It was so cute.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chugging gatorade!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp; The next morning we were released and we headed home with my mom to see Bean and little sis. All I could think of was how good God was to us and how he blessed by his mercy as well as by covering us with His people.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F_mPl7bGU2U/TpM4q_wpUcI/AAAAAAAABXo/h2A9_DbcjMA/s1600/299041_923161939143_23209532_42094547_1593812774_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F_mPl7bGU2U/TpM4q_wpUcI/AAAAAAAABXo/h2A9_DbcjMA/s400/299041_923161939143_23209532_42094547_1593812774_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the way home! (She's giddy!)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thank you Thank you Thank you to everyone who prayed, sent meals, came to visit my girl, or sent sweet messages, you changed us. This event changed us and you all were apart of that. I am humbled. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420788095876010684-8905756556056740413?l=nysewanders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nysewanders.blogspot.com/feeds/8905756556056740413/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420788095876010684&amp;postID=8905756556056740413&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420788095876010684/posts/default/8905756556056740413?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420788095876010684/posts/default/8905756556056740413?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nysewanders.blogspot.com/2011/10/story-of-amazing-zaya-part-3-final.html" title="The story of the amazing Zaya! Part 3, the final chapter :)" /><author><name>Nysewanders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11330567039683023617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TF7Tx9J4V8I/AAAAAAAABG4/BgDBhg3L2QA/S220/SANY0102.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KifGrUaCMDc/TpM4tlPCu3I/AAAAAAAABXs/JfepSPmk13w/s72-c/301693_922499840993_23209532_42088159_1605274691_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8CR388eip7ImA9WhdUFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420788095876010684.post-5557408387419826264</id><published>2011-10-02T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T22:11:06.172-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-02T22:11:06.172-04:00</app:edited><title>The story of the amazing Zaya! Part 2</title><content type="html">&amp;nbsp; So I ended it last time with my precious girl being loaded into an ambulance and the horrible things a mind can do to you when left alone.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I sat in the front of the ambulance with the driver while Zay watched Toy Story in the back seat while being monitored. (I wasn't allowed in the back with her. They didn't want me in the way I'm sure.)&amp;nbsp; Her oxygen was still ok and the ambulance driver was so laid back that it helped keep at ease... kind of. I knew JM was going to meet at the hospital and I felt like I was holding my breath waiting to get there. I needed someone stronger than me. I needed to fall apart. I needed someone to say that it was going to be ok.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We finally pulled into Scottish rite and I ran to the back to welcome Zay and to let her know that I was right there with her. We walked in the big double doors like a crazy episode of Grey's Anatomy and I was asked a million questions and the EMTs were spouting off medical lingo to the nurses they were passing us off to. It was wild and in slow-motion at the same time. Weird. There was this common thread of conversations where people were confused by her lack of appearing REALLY sick and then the comment would be thrown out: "Have you seen the x-ray?" I heard this probably 5 times from leaving the urgent care office and being admitted into our room several hours later.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2a69eNsnHaM/TokZZqWbpqI/AAAAAAAABXg/YLxcilBjW9o/s1600/tn-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2a69eNsnHaM/TokZZqWbpqI/AAAAAAAABXg/YLxcilBjW9o/s320/tn-1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Well, we were wheeled into a triage room and a nurse greeted us, checked vitals, etc, told us the doc would be right in. The doctor came in shortly and checked out my girl and said he wasn't sure if he was going to admit us or just shoot her up with a really intense anti-biotic and send us home... wait, what?! What was all this drama and chaos just to be told that she would be sent home with antibiotics?! Had he even seen the x-ray?! Come to find out, he had not. He asked us if she had had x-rays yet and I informed him that they were sent over with her in the ambulance so the kind man left us to check the pics. He returned fairly quickly with a decision to admit her under surveillance and continue with the intense antibiotic regimen for a few days. If it didn't help then maybe a CT scan, maybe not. That was it, there was no get this thing out quick, or easy answer, it was just, we'll see what happens. I was SO frustrated. My poor little girl was pale, her voice totally weird and she wasn't consuming anything. I just wanted a plan, I wanted to know how these well educated individuals were planning to make her better. Their plan was antibiotics.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The nurse returned and made me hold my baby down while she rammed a needle in her arm and dug around for a vein. With mt husband, father-in-law and me about to go loco on her ass, she finally gave in to my demands for her to 'find another vein'. This whole time Isaiah was screaming and I was having to hold her still which was excruciating for my heart and my sweet girls neck. She couldn't breath because she was panicking and there wasn't much space in her cramped air-way. Finally they found another easy vein on her hand and I could just lay with my girl on the bed and let her whimper for a while.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Eventually we were moved upstairs but by this point it was pretty late. The nurse on the 3rd floor was awesome and we were immediately welcomed in with all that we would need for the night. JM headed home to relieve my parents and it was just me and my girl. She slipped off to sleep, which was terribly loud with snoring. I am thankful that she was snoring though because I could tell when she stopped breathing at night. I would be in a half-sleep and wake up because she wasn't snoring and immediately start counting. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10... I'd jump out of bed and move her a bit to get her to breathe. I would climb back into bed and cry. This was our routine for a couple nights. Early, like at 2 am on Sun morning the doctor on our floor came in and said that, in her opinion, Isaiah need a CT scan first thing in the morning to figure out how they were going to work with this abscess. She said it was impressive (I had heard that said a few times at this point as well) and that with the scan they could plan for surgery if the antibiotics weren't doing anything by the next day.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; By this point I had so much peace and assurance that Zay was going to be ok. It was prayer. People knew what was going on and they were praying and I could literally feel myself sheltered in a huge covering of prayer.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Even though I knew she would make it in my heart-of-hearts I still had to sit there and watch my baby struggle. Sunday morning we were wheeled down stairs for the CT scan and my girl stared vomiting. She was sitting on the table for the scan pitiful, vomiting, small, weak, alone in her pain. I couldn't stop it, I couldn't make it better. At this point she could barely swallow her pain meds. I was coaching her to swallow 1/2 a mL at a time. 1/2 a mL! She would choke on it and then she couldn't breathe and then panic. Terrible. Terrible. So the CT was canceled until they could sedate her later that day. We went back to her room and then the Calvary was sent in!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sweet friends and family came by with food, snacks, toys. It was like Christmas. We slipped out of the CT round 2 and all was well. We returned, to our mini-holiday. Let me say right now that there were some people out there who blessed me beyond words. There are not enough "shout-outs" or thank yous to express what these wonderful people did for Isaiah and for me in this day that seemed so uncertain yet at the same time they made us feel hopeful and comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; By the end of Sunday we had our surgery scheduled for the next day but poor IG was deteriorating quickly. She stopped talking, she couldn't take pain meds at all, her teeth were turning gray because she had been without nutrients for so long. I just held her, I prayed and I held her. Tomorrow couldn't come fast enough. I had such conflicting emotions: On the one hand, yay, she would be better and that nasty abscess would be gone. On the other, my little girl was having surgery and would have to have anaesthesia- so much uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm crazy tired. This event sucks the life out of me, even now. I'm so thankful its over!! I guess tomorrow night I'll try to finish up with the beautiful ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420788095876010684-5557408387419826264?l=nysewanders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nysewanders.blogspot.com/feeds/5557408387419826264/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420788095876010684&amp;postID=5557408387419826264&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420788095876010684/posts/default/5557408387419826264?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420788095876010684/posts/default/5557408387419826264?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nysewanders.blogspot.com/2011/10/story-of-amazing-zaya-part-2.html" title="The story of the amazing Zaya! Part 2" /><author><name>Nysewanders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11330567039683023617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TF7Tx9J4V8I/AAAAAAAABG4/BgDBhg3L2QA/S220/SANY0102.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2a69eNsnHaM/TokZZqWbpqI/AAAAAAAABXg/YLxcilBjW9o/s72-c/tn-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAMR3Y9cCp7ImA9WhdVGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420788095876010684.post-3478591206279391053</id><published>2011-09-24T22:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T22:29:46.868-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-24T22:29:46.868-04:00</app:edited><title>The story of the amazing Zaya! Part 1</title><content type="html">I feel like I need to post. Almost as a way to decompress all the emotions and energy that went into last weekend. Our life jumped immediately back into 'wild' once we got home so I think I need to revisit the feelings, the pain, the joy. I think its going to be a long one.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A week ago today we rushed my little girl to Scottish Rite Children's Hospital with a large abscess in the back of her throat. Let me go back a little farther. About 4 weeks ago my children ALL got sick with a miserable cold and cough. They ALL were put on albuterol breathing treatments every 4 hours. Zaya and Bean were moved to inhalers after a couple weeks as well as antibiotics because of some suspicious lung stuff that the doc wasn't sure if it was pneumonia or bronchitis. Well, this inhaler/antibiotic combo gave Zay a terrible case of thrush which coated her throat. So on Monday, a week and half ago, I took my girl in to see the doctor again because I thought she had strep throat. They did the culture, nope. We went home. Thursday: Zay started to lose movement in her neck. She couldn't tilt her head up to wash her hair in the tub. I noticed she had trouble turning her head from side to side and she had a lymph node that was beginning to swell so bad on her neck that you could see the swelling. Friday: back to the doc. I pointed out the gland and the fact that I thought she had thrush as well. The doc treated her for the thrush with a mouth wash but didn't really address the lymph node. Friday night was rough, I gave her Motrin so she could sleep but she still just looked like she was in so much pain and there was nothing I could do. Saturday: We all went to Bean's soccer game and Zay want eating the doughnut we grabbed for her breakfast. We don't eat doughnuts EVER so I just felt weird about it. For the past couple days her appetite was ZERO so it had been a while since she had eaten- I just assumed her throat was sore. After the game we headed home, ate lunch, or in Zaya's case, didn't, and bedded down for naps. Zaya's neck was so out of whack that by this point it hurt to lay down, her lower jaw was beginning stick out in a weird under bite and her voice sounded like a cartoon character. I called the nurse and explained the past few weeks and told her that I wasn't being 'crazy mom lady' who was over protective of her daughter's sore throat and looking for another chance to get sit back in another waiting room. Well, after telling her about the swollen lymph node and the now, low-grade fever, she told me to take her to an urgent care office and have seen again.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zwDO4xzAas0/Tn6QARPKFSI/AAAAAAAABXY/9lANT3O00CU/s1600/292769_920941628663_23209532_42070384_198800933_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zwDO4xzAas0/Tn6QARPKFSI/AAAAAAAABXY/9lANT3O00CU/s320/292769_920941628663_23209532_42070384_198800933_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Zay at urgent care, trying to smile. Her head is cocked to the side because it hurt to keep it straight.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Zay and I abandoned nap time (I was so tired) and headed to the local Children's satellite office where we waited for 2.5 hours. I gave her milkshakes, Popsicles, anything to try to get her to get some calories in her body but by this time she couldn't ever swallow her saliva easily. I went up to the counter a number of times asking if I could PLEASE get someone to look at her, but, protocol is protocol. I understood, I have a reasonable respect for rules and orderly systems. Finally we made it to back and the very kind doc ordered some x-rays. We had them taken (which was very painful for Zay because of how she had to move her neck) and once the doctor saw them he called me out to see. What I saw on that screen terrified me. There was the largest bulging abscess behind my tiny girl's throat. It was pushing her trachea forward which was causing her lower jaw to jut out. The doctor said he had made the call to have her admitted to the ER. I started to get my keys out of my bag and asked if I should take her to Kennestone and he informed me 'no'. I was told that and ambulance was on its way to take us to Scottish Rite in Atlanta because they we're concerned about her airway becoming obstructed. Stop. Things got really serious. I held my girl as a million thoughts rushed through my mind, a million scenarios, some with happy endings, others not. The 'nots' scared me. I'm not a worrier. I Honestly have never really allowed myself to enter the world of thought of ever losing one of my babies. Even as friends have had to go there, I grieved for them knowing that I couldn't visit that place in my mind- it was too scary.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;At this point she hadn't eaten for 4 days and had a really hard time sleeping. It was terrible.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They put my precious treasure, my gift from God, on that stretcher and buckled her in and I watched as they slid her little body into the back of the ambulance. I smiled and told her that I would be up front with the driver (I wasn't allowed in the back) and once they closed the doors my mind went to the scary places. What was this huge mass in her neck? How would they get it out? What if there we're complications? What if it ruptured? What if the worse happened? I realized that I had gone to a scary place when I noticed that I was hanging on to the picture we colored together in the doctors office because somewhere in me I realized it could be her last. This made seem dramatic to some but I was so uncertain and Zaya was SO sick. I lost my ability to keep my mind in a happy place. I mean I could coax my self into positive thinking but there was the dark thought that remained and hovered. It truly was my worst nightmare. &lt;br /&gt;
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I need to stop for now. All these emotions are kind of hard. I'll finish the beautiful triumph tomorrow! I love a happy ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420788095876010684-3478591206279391053?l=nysewanders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nysewanders.blogspot.com/feeds/3478591206279391053/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420788095876010684&amp;postID=3478591206279391053&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420788095876010684/posts/default/3478591206279391053?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420788095876010684/posts/default/3478591206279391053?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nysewanders.blogspot.com/2011/09/story-of-amazing-zaya-part-1.html" title="The story of the amazing Zaya! Part 1" /><author><name>Nysewanders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11330567039683023617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TF7Tx9J4V8I/AAAAAAAABG4/BgDBhg3L2QA/S220/SANY0102.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zwDO4xzAas0/Tn6QARPKFSI/AAAAAAAABXY/9lANT3O00CU/s72-c/292769_920941628663_23209532_42070384_198800933_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAMSXk7eSp7ImA9WhdRE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420788095876010684.post-7911156667915741900</id><published>2011-08-03T10:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T10:46:28.701-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-03T10:46:28.701-04:00</app:edited><title>Local Honey, Fresh Veggies... Get ready Georgia peeps!</title><content type="html">I have a few minutes this morning while I eat my breakfast and drink my coffee. The kids are playing nicely upstairs so I thought I would blog. I'm sure it will not go uninterrupted by some emergency, like assistance on the potty, someone hit someone else (it was an accident of course!), the little one gets left out, you know the drill. Anyway, I wanted to put a little plug out there for my fellow Georgians. In a large number of my everyday recipes I use what ever veggies I have on hand because each week we get a special delivery of organic, fresh fruits and veggies to my door step. Needless to say, its awesome. In the summer, with farmers markets at every turn, it isn't quite as necessary but once things get a little cooler it is great to have seasonal produce delivered. The company is called &lt;a href="http://ga.naturesgardendelivered.com/index.php"&gt;Natures Garden Delivered&lt;/a&gt; and they have so many options so you can make it work for you. I also love it that throughout the year my kids get exposed to so many different fruits and vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;
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They have 4 different size boxes: Tiny, Small, Medium and Large. We go the medium route which gives us plenty of fruits and veggies with little need to supplement with a trip to the grocery store. It also helps me be creative with cooking so that I can make sure we eat ALL the food that we have. Here is an example of this weeks delivery:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr class="bgcolor3"&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="boxItemName"&gt;(O) &lt;b&gt;Fuji&lt;/b&gt; APPLES/ea              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td align="center"&gt;4.00   &lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td align="right" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&amp;nbsp;       &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr class="bgcolor3"&gt;              &lt;td align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="boxItemName"&gt;(O) &lt;b&gt;Pink Lady&lt;/b&gt; APPLES/ea       &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Exchanged&lt;/b&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td align="center"&gt;2.00   &lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td align="right" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr class="bgcolor3"&gt;              &lt;td align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="boxItemName"&gt;(O) &lt;b&gt;Yellow&lt;/b&gt; BANANAS/ea              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td align="center"&gt;7.00   &lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td align="right" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr class="bgcolor3"&gt;              &lt;td align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="boxItemName"&gt;(OL) &lt;b&gt;Green&lt;/b&gt; BEANS/lbs              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td align="center"&gt;0.75   &lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td align="right" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr class="bgcolor3"&gt;              &lt;td align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="boxItemName"&gt;(O) &lt;b&gt;w/ Tops&lt;/b&gt; CARROTS/ea              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td align="center"&gt;1.00   &lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td align="right" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr class="bgcolor3"&gt;              &lt;td align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="boxItemName"&gt;(OL) &lt;b&gt;Slicing&lt;/b&gt; CUCUMBERS/ea              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td align="center"&gt;1.00   &lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td align="right" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr class="bgcolor3"&gt;              &lt;td align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="boxItemName"&gt;(NL) &lt;b&gt;Hydro Bibb&lt;/b&gt; LETTUCE/ea              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td align="center"&gt;1.00   &lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td align="right" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr class="bgcolor3"&gt;              &lt;td align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="boxItemName"&gt;(O) &lt;b&gt;Green&lt;/b&gt; ONIONS/ea              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td align="center"&gt;1.00   &lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td align="right" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr class="bgcolor3"&gt;              &lt;td align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="boxItemName"&gt;(OL) &lt;b&gt;Yellow&lt;/b&gt; PEACHES/ea       &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Exchanged&lt;/b&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td align="center"&gt;4.00   &lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td align="right" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr class="bgcolor3"&gt;              &lt;td align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="boxItemName"&gt;(OL) &lt;b&gt;Yellow&lt;/b&gt; PEACHES/ea              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td align="center"&gt;5.00   &lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td align="right" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr class="bgcolor3"&gt;              &lt;td align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="boxItemName"&gt;(OL) &lt;b&gt;Green Bell&lt;/b&gt; PEPPERS/ea              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td align="center"&gt;2.00   &lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td align="right" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr class="bgcolor3"&gt;              &lt;td align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="boxItemName"&gt;(O) &lt;b&gt;Black Friar&lt;/b&gt; PLUMS/lbs              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td align="center"&gt;1.50   &lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td align="right" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr class="bgcolor3"&gt;              &lt;td align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="boxItemName"&gt;(OL) &lt;b&gt;Covington Sweet&lt;/b&gt; POTATOES/ea       &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Exchanged&lt;/b&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td align="center"&gt;2.00   &lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td align="right" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr class="bgcolor3"&gt;              &lt;td align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="boxItemName"&gt;(OL) &lt;b&gt;Bunched&lt;/b&gt; SPINACH/ea              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td align="center"&gt;1.00   &lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td align="right" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr class="bgcolor3"&gt;              &lt;td align="left"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="boxItemName"&gt;(O) &lt;b&gt;Bunched&lt;/b&gt; BROCCOLI/ea           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;    &lt;td align="center"&gt;1.00&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;       &lt;td align="right" nowrap="nowrap"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr class="bgcolor4"&gt;   &lt;td align="right" colspan="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;      &lt;td align="right" class="bgcolor3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr class="bgcolor4"&gt;   &lt;td align="right" colspan="3"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" colspan="3"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" colspan="3"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" colspan="3"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" colspan="3"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" colspan="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;      &lt;td align="right" class="bgcolor3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;As you can see, we're getting lots of goodies. The number to the right is quantity and the letters in the parentheses stands for Organic, Local, Natural. Also with each order you have the freedom to exchange up to 3 items. Like, I exchanged the tomatoes for extra peaches because my dad has a garden with tomatoes and my kids will eat through 9 peaches in a matter of 3 days. They're amazing!&lt;br /&gt;
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So, if you're in the Georgia or Ohio (random? Maybe.) area, check it out! They also offer dairy, herbs, etc.&lt;br /&gt;
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And if you are in need of raw, local honey, my dad is a bee farmer with some crazy honey producing bees! Its delicious and I think it costs about $15 for 2 lbs! Just email me if you are interested. rebekahnysewander at gmail dot com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420788095876010684-7911156667915741900?l=nysewanders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nysewanders.blogspot.com/feeds/7911156667915741900/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420788095876010684&amp;postID=7911156667915741900&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420788095876010684/posts/default/7911156667915741900?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420788095876010684/posts/default/7911156667915741900?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nysewanders.blogspot.com/2011/08/local-honey-fresh-veggies-get-ready.html" title="Local Honey, Fresh Veggies... Get ready Georgia peeps!" /><author><name>Nysewanders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11330567039683023617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TF7Tx9J4V8I/AAAAAAAABG4/BgDBhg3L2QA/S220/SANY0102.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cMRnw-eSp7ImA9WhdREUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420788095876010684.post-5700648119001979310</id><published>2011-07-31T23:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T23:24:47.251-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-31T23:24:47.251-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vegetarian" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gluten free" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="recipes" /><title>Meal Plan for 8/1-8/7</title><content type="html">Hello August!!!! This week I'm trying out a newer recipe, the Lettuce wraps and I really can't wait to see how they turn out. I wish I had something fun and witty to say this evening but I'm having one of those days where all my thoughts seem to be&amp;nbsp; few seconds behind and I have to really use a lot of energy to think of simple answers to questions. Gotta love it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Monday 08/01&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Thai Curry&lt;br /&gt;
So this is an all time fav in our house. Seriously, my husband would eat it every night if he could. So simple too. Start with two cans coconut milk (we prefer the full fat kind) and heat it in a large sauce pan or wok. Add 3-4 tbsp red curry paste, you can buy this in the international section of your grocery store or make it from scratch... what ever time allows. Mix the paste into the coconut milk using a wire whisk until it is thoroughly mixed with no red chucks. Once it begins to simmer add about 3 tbsp fish oil (or to taste) as well as 2 tbsp agave. Once everything is hot and blended feel free to add what ever veggies you have on hand or a bag of frozen stir fry veggies. My fav additions are sliced bamboo shoots, sliced red bell pepper, onion, small broccoli florets, zucchini and spinach or kale. I usually let the veggies cook in the sauce on super low for about 30 minutes or in a crock pot for&amp;nbsp; a few hours. If you want to add chicken, add some chopped or shredded, cooked chicken breast at the same time that you add the veggies. Serve over rice. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Tuesday 08/02&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Meatloaf, squash with onions and green beans&lt;br /&gt;
I got this recipe from a health book called "Maximized Living Cooking Plans". It has some amazing recipes in it. Ok, preheat your oven to 375. In a bowl combine a chopped up yellow onion, a clove of minced garlic, a 1/2 cup fresh, finely chopped parsley, one lightly beaten egg and 1/3 cup sugar free ketchup or tomato paste. Add 2 slices toasted Ezekiel bread, crumpled, as well as about a pound of ground beef. Sprinkle with salt and pepper. Mix it up until it is mixed through. I find that using my hands works best but it does feel pretty special. I place the meat and shape it in a glass loaf pan. My shaping it, I mean I pat it to make the top rounded. Bake the meat loaf for a bout 50 minutes, remove and spread another 1/3 cup ketchup on top and cook for about another 10-20 minutes. You might want to let it cool for a bit before slicing in. We don't always.&lt;br /&gt;
With the squash and onions I just pour about 2 tbsp coconut oil into a skillet and add 2 sliced squash as well as half of a sliced medium sized onion. Saute it until you like the consistency. Salt and Pepper it to taste.&lt;br /&gt;
Green beans: I cook a huge pot of these and we'll eat off of them all week. After snapping these guys I simply put them in a pot and cover them with water, and maybe a bit more. Add lots of salt and pepper and a sprinkle of crushed red pepper. I used to put fatback or salted pork in it but I have changed my ways :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Wednesday 08/03&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Salmon Croquettes with tomato/cilantro sauce, sliced tomatoes and green beans&lt;br /&gt;
This is also from the book mentioned above! &lt;br /&gt;
Salmon Croquettes: mix together 2 cans wild caught Alaskan salmon,&amp;nbsp; 2 chopped green onions, about 2 tablespoon chopped cilantro, a couple tablespoons chopped red pepper, 4 tbsp coconut oil, 2/3 cup almond flour, a couple teaspoons lemon juice and 2 eggs. Once well combined, make the mixture into round patties about 2" across. Coat the patties in almond flour and fry in a skillet of hot oil. I use coconut oil. Heat them for about 3-4 minutes each side.&lt;br /&gt;
Tomato Sauce: Pull out your food processor and throw in 2 cups chopped red pepper, 2 chopped tomatoes, 2 green onions, 2 tablespoons cilantro, 1 tsp sesame oil, 2 tbsp balsamic vinegar and 1 teaspoon chili powder. After pureeing it for a bit, pour it into a sauce pan and warm it. Pour it over the salmon... yum.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Thursday 08/04&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Rosemary Roasted Chicken, green beans, caprese salad&lt;br /&gt;
Ok, I love cooking a whole chicken. Here's how I do it: Pull out the giblets and neck from inside your defrosted chicken. Take a stick of softened butter and mix it with 3 cloves of minced garlic. Now lets get our hands dirty! Slide your hand between the skin and the meat of the chicken and rub the butter and garlic into every nook and cranny. Place &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Friday 08/05&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Asian Lettuce Wraps, sauteed carrot sticks&lt;br /&gt;
In a skillet, cook ground turkey through. Once cooked, add 1 tbsp  rice vinegar, 1 can chopped water chestnuts, a few cloves of minced  garlic and 2 tbsp fresh minced ginger. Stir over high heat for about 4  minutes. Add 1/3 cup tamari and 1/2 cup chopped green onions. Serve  wrapped in lettuce.&lt;br /&gt;
Slice some carrots into toothpick type sticks  and saute briefly in coconut oil until it reaches desired tenderness.  Serve on top of lettuce wrap or as a side.&lt;br /&gt;
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Have a great week!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420788095876010684-5700648119001979310?l=nysewanders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nysewanders.blogspot.com/feeds/5700648119001979310/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420788095876010684&amp;postID=5700648119001979310&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420788095876010684/posts/default/5700648119001979310?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420788095876010684/posts/default/5700648119001979310?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nysewanders.blogspot.com/2011/07/meal-plan-for-81-87.html" title="Meal Plan for 8/1-8/7" /><author><name>Nysewanders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11330567039683023617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TF7Tx9J4V8I/AAAAAAAABG4/BgDBhg3L2QA/S220/SANY0102.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMHSHszfyp7ImA9WhdSFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420788095876010684.post-2266238688596644721</id><published>2011-07-23T16:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T16:53:59.587-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-23T16:53:59.587-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vegetarian" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gluten free" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="recipes" /><title>Meal Plan for 7/25-7/31</title><content type="html">DANG JULY IS ALMOST OVER! WHAT THE HECK?! Summer, where did you go? I do long for the cooler days of fall, living here in the south bends most hearts toward cool relief. I do however love summer, juicy peach chins, swimming, lazy days, no schedule, farmers markets. These are the things that we lose when fall creeps in. BUT we get football, birthday season (in our house), beautiful foliage, not sweating in the kitchen, soups! Ok, so I love every season.&lt;br /&gt;
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My pal Janie Poo told me I should do weekly blog with my menu for each week just to make life easy for peeps who just need a little help. I fall into that category! Let me tell you a bit about me, our eating habits and just how this may or may not work :)&amp;nbsp; We eat as naturally as possible with as little sugar and gluten as possible. If anyone who ventures to try these and has a gluten intolerance, please look into the recipes to make sure it truly suits your needs. We eat a lot of vegetarian meals as well, so if you have meat lovers in your home you can add a meat to most anything! Also, I make 5 meals&amp;nbsp; week (most weeks), one night we'll have leftovers (the hubs fav- totally sarcastic) and then we'll eat out or with family at least one night a week. I have 3 kids, ages 4 to a year and a half and these are recipes that they all love. I' hoping this blog will inspire me to try new recipes and I'll pass them on to you with a verdict from the 3 bambinos!&lt;br /&gt;
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Here we go!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Monday July 25th&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Curry Lentils (snagged this one a few years back from &lt;a href="http://crockpot365.blogspot.com/"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt;. I tweaked it a bit.)&lt;br /&gt;
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In a crock pot combine 1 32oz box organic chicken stock, 3 cups water, one package dried lentils, one can diced green chilies, 4 celery ribs (sliced) one medium onion (diced), about 2 tsp cumin, 1tsp coriander, 1 tsp sea salt, 1 tsp dried mustard, 1tsp turmeric,&amp;nbsp; and 3 minced garlic cloves. Cook it on high for about 4-5 hours or on low for 8-10 hours. If you want meat just throw a couple chicken breasts on top and let them cook and by the time you're ready to serve it the chicken will just fall apart or you can shred it. I serve it over jasmine rice and we eat it with Indian naan or corn tortillas (gluten free option).&lt;br /&gt;
*vegetarian, gluten free, dairy free&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fish tacos from last week!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Fish Tacos&lt;br /&gt;
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Grill tilapia on the grill or bake it in the oven for about 15 minutes at 350 after covering it in a little coconut oil, cumin and salt. It will flake easily when it is ready. Slice up the tilapia and place in a corn tortilla and top with toppings of your choice. Mine include: sour cream, cilantro, sliced onions, tomatoes, yellow corn and avocados. I like to have black beans on the side.&lt;br /&gt;
*vegetarian, gluten free&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Salmon, fresh veggies, quinoa&lt;br /&gt;
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I get wild caught Alaskan salmon, for the best nutrients possible. I pour and spread about 2 tbsp coconut oil on the bottom of&amp;nbsp; 9 by 13 glass baking dish (you can also grill this!) place the salmon in the dish skin side down. Then I pour a little bit more oil on the fish and sprinkle it with sea salt and fresh minced garlic (you can use garlic salt) and squeeze a lemon over the top. I pop this in the oven on 350 for a bout 30 minutes. It flakes easily when done.&lt;br /&gt;
With our salmon we re having sauteed squash and onions. Slice both and place them in a skillet with a little bit of coconut oil. Salt and pepper it and keep it moving around over medium heat.&lt;br /&gt;
Fried okra: Slice your okra in about 1/2" slices and then pour okra and 2 cups corn meal into a&amp;nbsp; storage bag with salt and pepper. Shake it up good. In a deeper skillet or large sauce pan, spread the cornmeal okra in one even level into 1/2" deep hot oil. Let it cook until it gets nice and brown. Scoop it out with a slotted spoon and let it cool on a paper towel.&lt;br /&gt;
Quinoa: prepare according to package. I buy it in bulk at costco. I add green onions and diced tomatoes to mine to make it nice and tasty!&lt;br /&gt;
*vegetarian, gluten-free &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Stir-fry&lt;br /&gt;
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This is an easy, "I don't have time to cook" recipe. I always have a bag of organic stir-fry veggies in my freezer. In a wok or large sauce pan pour&amp;nbsp; few tablespoons coconut oil. Once it begins to heat, pour in your frozen veggies as well as 1/4 c. liquid aminos (non-soy version of soy sauce- I think it tastes better!) Stir until it is heated through... about 20 minutes. Pour veggies into a large bowl and mix in enough cooked jasmine rice to feed your fam. In the same pan scramble a few eggs and then stir them into the stir-fry in the bowl. Add more liquid aminos to taste. The end :)&lt;br /&gt;
*gluten-free &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;Friday &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Taco soup&lt;br /&gt;
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You can use dried beans or cans... totally up to you.&lt;br /&gt;
If using cans: In a large stock pot pour 2 cans black beans, 2 cans pinto beans and 2 cans garbanzo beans, 1 large can diced green chilies, 2 diced organic uncooked chicken breasts, one medium diced onion, one box organic chicken stock, 2 cups water, one package taco seasoning (ok, so i don't use packaged taco seasoning because of the MSG, I make my own mix from my kitchen spices... recipes are easy to find online). Bring to a boil over high heat, then cover it, turn it to low and let it simmer for an hour or two. This can also be done in&amp;nbsp; crock pot! If I have a busy day, I'll pour it all the crock on low and when I get home in the evening, my dinner is ready. Top with tortilla chips (or quinoa chips for a gluten-free option), cheese, green onions, cilantro, avocados, black olives, or whatever you would put on your taco!&lt;br /&gt;
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If you care to comment, let me know what you like, or don't like and how you tweaked the recipes to suit you! Have a great week!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420788095876010684-2266238688596644721?l=nysewanders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nysewanders.blogspot.com/feeds/2266238688596644721/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420788095876010684&amp;postID=2266238688596644721&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420788095876010684/posts/default/2266238688596644721?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420788095876010684/posts/default/2266238688596644721?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nysewanders.blogspot.com/2011/07/meal-plan-for-725-731.html" title="Meal Plan for 7/25-7/31" /><author><name>Nysewanders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11330567039683023617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TF7Tx9J4V8I/AAAAAAAABG4/BgDBhg3L2QA/S220/SANY0102.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X0mrVP_N9ZE/TisxnNd19lI/AAAAAAAABXU/GmiWj_bPnYw/s72-c/photo.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4MQ3c8fyp7ImA9WhdSFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420788095876010684.post-1430438825586467998</id><published>2011-07-23T15:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T15:23:02.977-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-23T15:23:02.977-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gluten free" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="recipes" /><title>Adventures in Baking</title><content type="html">&amp;nbsp; So today we made chocolate chip cookies using the toll house recipe except we substituted quinoa flour for regular flour and 1 cup of agave nectar for the 3/4 cup white sugar and 3/4 cup brown sugar. Meaning, I used 1 c. agave total.&lt;br /&gt;
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The results:&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; The cookies were super fluffy and because it was quinoa instead of flour, it did have a bit of a different smell and after taste. &lt;br /&gt;
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The verdict:&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We were 3 out of 4 this afternoon. I didn't love the dough... too quinoa-y :)&amp;nbsp; The cookies, however were yummy. Zaya was not a fan. One bite and she passed it along to the Bean, who scarfed them down while telling me how amazing they are. (Everyone needs a kid like that!) Lulie ate them up but because of their fluffy-ness she made a bit more than a typical mess. So my grade on this one is 75%, that's a C, not awesome. Maybe I'll get the hubs to give it a go when he gets home and that will either bump me up to a more acceptable B or plummet me downward to a 60%, thus failing miserably! &lt;br /&gt;
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Next time I think I'm going to use almond flour. The nutty flavor would make for a de-lish cookie.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, using agave instead of sugar allows for the cookie to have a very low glycemic index (nice for diabetics or those on a sugar free diet) and without the flour it is a gluten free treat! Eat up if you dare!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420788095876010684-1430438825586467998?l=nysewanders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nysewanders.blogspot.com/feeds/1430438825586467998/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420788095876010684&amp;postID=1430438825586467998&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420788095876010684/posts/default/1430438825586467998?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420788095876010684/posts/default/1430438825586467998?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nysewanders.blogspot.com/2011/07/adventures-in-baking.html" title="Adventures in Baking" /><author><name>Nysewanders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11330567039683023617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TF7Tx9J4V8I/AAAAAAAABG4/BgDBhg3L2QA/S220/SANY0102.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4MRH89eyp7ImA9WhZbGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420788095876010684.post-5974778218877895014</id><published>2011-06-24T06:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T06:56:25.163-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-24T06:56:25.163-04:00</app:edited><title>Top 5 Friday</title><content type="html">This post is in response to my good pal &lt;a href="http://annieblogs.com/"&gt;Annie's blog&lt;/a&gt;. Check it out. She's real. She's funny. (yep, wait for it.) She's real funny.&lt;br /&gt;
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She does a top 5 on Fridays and today's is about what you would HAVE TO HAVE in a carry-on on a long flight. Here's my answer:&lt;br /&gt;
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ok, my fav part about your post is that you did it at 5am! Amazing!  Here's my struggle w/ this top 5: I haven't traveled in 5 years without a  little person or persons tagging along. This being said, I could travel  by myself with NOTHING but the humm of the aircraft... Well, and my  phone, but that's a freeby, right?&lt;br /&gt;
So here's my top 5 with all 3  children and a husband in tow (thankfully, liquor is included in the  flight, not just for me, but so I can buy a round for the passengers in  our area.):&lt;br /&gt;
Because the purse doesn't count it would be crammed full of any emergency item for the traveling companions.&lt;br /&gt;
1. Snacks (I don't go anywhere without proper sustenance.)&lt;br /&gt;
2. Zaya's Mamie (her blanket/lovie)&lt;br /&gt;
3. crayons and coloring book&lt;br /&gt;
4. Laptop, equipt with all the most awesome movies. &lt;br /&gt;
5.  About $1000 in 1's so that I can pay for the drinks that will keep my  fellow passengers happy while my  can't-sit-still-for-longer-than-5-minutes 3-year old and my  I-have-my-own-ideas-about-how-this-should-work 18 month old drive those around us slightly mad. I didn't include Zaya in the mix because she's typically quiet and happy for the most part. The other two are happy and pleasant most of the time but on a long flight, they might go a little crazy. (They get it from their mother.)&lt;br /&gt;
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So that is it! Bon voyage! I'd love to hear your top 5 as well!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p2NwKMvSo7g/Td_trxs-2zI/AAAAAAAABXQ/mH9DAH-aEe0/s1600/DSC_0033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p2NwKMvSo7g/Td_trxs-2zI/AAAAAAAABXQ/mH9DAH-aEe0/s400/DSC_0033.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I can't wait to swim, oh, and we will swim, and then we will swim and  after that we will swim some more. All of my blondies will be greenies  by the end of this summer, Baby girl will have fat-roll tan lines and  hopefully the elders will have conquered the quest to swim on their  own. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K35KsuZZj6g/Td_tSL73FDI/AAAAAAAABXM/i76FhL127C0/s1600/DSC_0018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K35KsuZZj6g/Td_tSL73FDI/AAAAAAAABXM/i76FhL127C0/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In all honesty, I think my excitement for summer has officially gotten  out of hand- I just thought I heard the music of an ice cream truck  driving down the street!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420788095876010684-7831732018333761444?l=nysewanders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nysewanders.blogspot.com/feeds/7831732018333761444/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420788095876010684&amp;postID=7831732018333761444&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420788095876010684/posts/default/7831732018333761444?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420788095876010684/posts/default/7831732018333761444?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nysewanders.blogspot.com/2011/05/summer-time.html" title="Summer time!!!!" /><author><name>Nysewanders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11330567039683023617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TF7Tx9J4V8I/AAAAAAAABG4/BgDBhg3L2QA/S220/SANY0102.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p2NwKMvSo7g/Td_trxs-2zI/AAAAAAAABXQ/mH9DAH-aEe0/s72-c/DSC_0033.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUADQXYyeCp7ImA9WhZXGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420788095876010684.post-562413915431918404</id><published>2011-05-07T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T23:02:50.890-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-07T23:02:50.890-04:00</app:edited><title>Mom</title><content type="html">There are some good ones out there. None, however as great and wonderful and Gini. My sister and I were laughing yesterday about how great our mom was and is about making a big deal out of us. Birthdays have always been extravagant... not necessarily concerning presents but the time and effort she would put into it to make exclusively ours. Sick days were mini-vacations, equipped with rented movies, home made soups, our bedrooms or living rooms being turned into mini-hotels where mom was the concierge, and all the one-on-one time that a fever could handle. She looks for ways to make us feel special.&lt;br /&gt;
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My mom is a giver. She would give everything she has for us if she thought it would help us or if we just needed a little something special. Its not that she tries to be generous, she just IS, it is in her DNA, she can't be removed from it. She gives of herself to no end, she has no concern for seeking her own benefit. Her joy is in bring joy to others. Anyone her knows her knows that you call her anytime for anything and she will do everything in her power to make it happen. &lt;br /&gt;
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My mom doesn't live with an "end" to achieve. She enjoys the means. She doesn't look at us waiting for the end product to appear, she enjoys us, who we are now, as we are. This probably prevented her from really pushing us as kids but that is ok with me because I know she enjoyed just me. There is freedom in knowing that I don't have to perform to earn the unconditional love of another person. I think that is what a mother is supposed to do, just love. Just be the person that is always safe and pleased. That is my mom.&lt;br /&gt;
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My mom is one of my best friends. I can tell her anything. With holding information from her just feels weird. I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mom, you're the best. Not in the cheesy greeting card way, but in the truth of there is no one that comes even close kind of way. I hope that as I grow as a mom that I can pass on your patience, kindness, generosity and gentleness. You make this world hopeful and you have given me eyes to always see the cup as half full. I see good in the world because I was raised by a woman who sees good all around her. Thank you for forming me, praying for me and setting the most wonderful example of a life surrendered. I love the eyes you've given me. You are every good thing that a mom should be. I love you mom.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just a quick Gini story from today: We were at Zaya's ballet recital and my poor mom was running late because the girl at the floral counter at publix took quite a bit of time preparing the flowers that mom was getting for Zaya... she was also getting flowers for me to give Zay. So, she missed the first part of the recital because of it and I know it made her so sad because my mom wants to BE THERE... she's amazing at being there when you have a big event. Anyway, after the show John Mark was taking the flowers to Zay (that my mom had purchased for us to give her) but then Jacob wanted to give her some flowers as well, so she gave her flowers to Jacob so he could give her sister flowers. She does not want glory for her actions, she just lives with disappointments behind her and blessing before her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420788095876010684-562413915431918404?l=nysewanders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nysewanders.blogspot.com/feeds/562413915431918404/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420788095876010684&amp;postID=562413915431918404&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420788095876010684/posts/default/562413915431918404?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420788095876010684/posts/default/562413915431918404?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nysewanders.blogspot.com/2011/05/mom.html" title="Mom" /><author><name>Nysewanders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11330567039683023617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TF7Tx9J4V8I/AAAAAAAABG4/BgDBhg3L2QA/S220/SANY0102.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYERX86fCp7ImA9WhZXEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420788095876010684.post-6144034726829659300</id><published>2011-04-29T15:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T15:08:24.114-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-29T15:08:24.114-04:00</app:edited><title>my princess</title><content type="html">This morning at 6am I was awake watching Prince William make Kate  Middleton into Princess Katherine. On my lap was my own princess. I woke  her up early so that she could see a real fairy tale unfold before her 4  year old eyes. We sat quietly with our cups of tea, occationally making  comments about the fabulous hats and the general splendor of it all.  After it was all said and down we slipped slowly into the rest of the  day. We didn't hop up and jump into making breakfast or getting dressed,  we meandered a bit. We did eat and get dressed... eventually. We let  the rest of the family wake up and add their own quirks and joys into  the pleasant morning mix we had already created. It was a nice calm  beautiful morning. The morning an average girl became a princess. Fairy  tales.&lt;br /&gt;
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All the talk of princesses and princes continued  as we packed up the car and headed out for a Costco run. My favorite  point in the conversation was when Zaya asked me, "Is Princess Kate  going to live in at Disney World?" Hahaha! I love her!&lt;br /&gt;
The conversation continued:&lt;br /&gt;
Me:  No, sweetheart, she is a princess in England and the other princesses  are disney princesses. One day you will get to have a wedding and dress  up like a princess.&lt;br /&gt;
Zaya: I'm going to be a real princess, like  you. You are the princess and daddy is the prince of Georgia. When Bean  and I get married we'll be the prince and princess of Georgia... or  Marietta.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FcIjLFPxHYc/TbsLkKpvS6I/AAAAAAAABXA/VsweuJR2o6w/s1600/DSC_0088.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FcIjLFPxHYc/TbsLkKpvS6I/AAAAAAAABXA/VsweuJR2o6w/s640/DSC_0088.JPG" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If  any one on this earth is NOT a princess, its me. If anyone on this  earth, is GOING to be a real princess, its Zaya. I love her, there are  not enough words...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420788095876010684-6144034726829659300?l=nysewanders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nysewanders.blogspot.com/feeds/6144034726829659300/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420788095876010684&amp;postID=6144034726829659300&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420788095876010684/posts/default/6144034726829659300?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420788095876010684/posts/default/6144034726829659300?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nysewanders.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-princess.html" title="my princess" /><author><name>Nysewanders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11330567039683023617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TF7Tx9J4V8I/AAAAAAAABG4/BgDBhg3L2QA/S220/SANY0102.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w0zaRJjisoE/TbsK91pLTPI/AAAAAAAABW8/FaoFc_rO02c/s72-c/DSC_0118.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcFRXYzeCp7ImA9Wx9aGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420788095876010684.post-1820694247708301858</id><published>2011-03-12T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T21:23:34.880-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-12T21:23:34.880-05:00</app:edited><title>Spring time challenge!</title><content type="html">It is spring time... not officially, BUT it feels like everything warm and delightful is busting at the seams here in my little world. Also , daylight savings begins tonight (or at like 2am tomorrow... to be exact!) and when we eat dinner at what feels like the middle of the day and my children are put to bed in full day light, THAT is spring my friends, that is spring. I love spring and all that comes with it(well, not allergies) but my favorite is the crazy clothes we end up wearing to make sure we are climate controlled through out the entire day. Its just comedy.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check out her pose! (As well as the socks with sandals)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Well, we have commenced the moving process (happy and sad). So my house feels a little bare and personality-less. But is all a process right? I have a lot more to get rid of and pack up. Speaking of...&lt;br /&gt;
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We have 2 and half weeks (roughly) before we're out of here and staying w/ the in-laws until our house is ready. SO instead of buying more and more food or having to pack up all that we have, I am going to have a 2 week challenge! We are going to eat from what we have for the next two weeks! Now, this may mean buying fresh produce &lt;u&gt;on occasion&lt;/u&gt; but mostly I'm going to attempt to use all of our frozen, fresh and canned veggies between now and D-day. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;John Mark took Zaya to the father-daughter dance at church and it was SO sweet!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JM sold his car and got a scooter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BvmJOXsy18s/TWgZygTlVQI/AAAAAAAABT0/Drq5ESMpQIw/s1600/DSC_0481.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BvmJOXsy18s/TWgZygTlVQI/AAAAAAAABT0/Drq5ESMpQIw/s400/DSC_0481.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we have a contract on a house! The house of our dreams!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EL0EEfpZ0dY/TWga56rVQsI/AAAAAAAABT4/9VPV6ooHVAY/s1600/DSC_0404.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EL0EEfpZ0dY/TWga56rVQsI/AAAAAAAABT4/9VPV6ooHVAY/s400/DSC_0404.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know March will be even busier with Born Again Blessings coming up, Beans birthday and preparing to move! It will be good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420788095876010684-5434853022671290086?l=nysewanders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nysewanders.blogspot.com/feeds/5434853022671290086/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420788095876010684&amp;postID=5434853022671290086&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420788095876010684/posts/default/5434853022671290086?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420788095876010684/posts/default/5434853022671290086?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nysewanders.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-flew-by.html" title="February flew by!" /><author><name>Nysewanders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11330567039683023617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TF7Tx9J4V8I/AAAAAAAABG4/BgDBhg3L2QA/S220/SANY0102.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QFUeQYCKTuE/TWgOl8jn_SI/AAAAAAAABSc/U9tg97VCipA/s72-c/DSC_0328.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ENQ30zeyp7ImA9Wx9VGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420788095876010684.post-4466501527839809026</id><published>2011-02-04T07:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T07:14:52.383-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-04T07:14:52.383-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="motherhood" /><title>Kroger? Costco? Totally.</title><content type="html">Yesterday after a day of pre-school, Kroger, brief play time with friends and a Costco run, my sweet Zaya said, "But we didn't go to Target." I laughed so hard!! Yep, no Target, maybe another day! We had a busy day, a wonderful busy day. It was a little cold and rainy but yesterday felt really good. There were things I was hoping to get done and most of them happened. Granted, we didn't eat dinner until nearly 8pm but we had a good day.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The elders were in the car below :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I have a good friend who also has 3 little ones and her youngest is almost 3 months and I can vividly remember how I felt 8 short months ago. It seemed like I may never have a productive day because I couldn't quite figure out how to get everyone dressed before noon! So realizing that there are things that I really want to do and now I can do them with or without my sweet ones is a beautiful thing. I love my life, my amazingly patient and fun husband, my 3 wonderful treasures and I love my God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420788095876010684-4466501527839809026?l=nysewanders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nysewanders.blogspot.com/feeds/4466501527839809026/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420788095876010684&amp;postID=4466501527839809026&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420788095876010684/posts/default/4466501527839809026?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420788095876010684/posts/default/4466501527839809026?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nysewanders.blogspot.com/2011/02/kroger-costco-totally.html" title="Kroger? Costco? Totally." /><author><name>Nysewanders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11330567039683023617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TF7Tx9J4V8I/AAAAAAAABG4/BgDBhg3L2QA/S220/SANY0102.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TUvtHZNYJGI/AAAAAAAABSM/DDyM_V8vPB8/s72-c/DSC_0250.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAHRHw-eyp7ImA9Wx9VFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420788095876010684.post-5203807384390913636</id><published>2011-01-31T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T13:32:15.253-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-31T13:32:15.253-05:00</app:edited><title>"I will do ALL that I please."</title><content type="html">This is on &lt;a href="http://cbed.blogspot.com/"&gt;Caroline's&lt;/a&gt; blog:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="widget-content"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #339999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339999;"&gt;"I am God, and there is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #339999;"&gt;      none like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #339999;"&gt;I make known the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #339999;"&gt;from the beginning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #339999;"&gt;  from ancient times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #339999;"&gt;what is still to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #339999;"&gt;I say:  My purpose will stand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #339999;"&gt;      and I will do all that I please."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339999;"&gt;Isaiah 46.9-10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339999;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Oh, so good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420788095876010684-5203807384390913636?l=nysewanders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nysewanders.blogspot.com/feeds/5203807384390913636/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420788095876010684&amp;postID=5203807384390913636&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420788095876010684/posts/default/5203807384390913636?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420788095876010684/posts/default/5203807384390913636?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nysewanders.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-will-do-all-that-i-please.html" title="&quot;I will do ALL that I please.&quot;" /><author><name>Nysewanders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11330567039683023617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TF7Tx9J4V8I/AAAAAAAABG4/BgDBhg3L2QA/S220/SANY0102.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YMQngzeyp7ImA9Wx9VFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420788095876010684.post-4447143429231319604</id><published>2011-01-31T00:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T00:19:43.683-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-31T00:19:43.683-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kids" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="God" /><title>Its worth the risk</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TUZEVKX7b0I/AAAAAAAABSE/r3Rm0l1b-EY/s1600/DSC_0222_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TUZEVKX7b0I/AAAAAAAABSE/r3Rm0l1b-EY/s320/DSC_0222_2.JPG" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TUZEDwSoawI/AAAAAAAABSA/yCBzoxQHUCY/s1600/DSC_0176_2.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TUZEDwSoawI/AAAAAAAABSA/yCBzoxQHUCY/s400/DSC_0176_2.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've heard it said over and over again how people miss the excitement, adventure and risk of their life before having kids and settling down. I've said it myself a time or two. Come to find out I'm living the grandest adventure and risking it all to love the people God has given me. It is thrilling and terrifying in the same breath. To love someone so completely, so unashamedly... there is nothing more risky. I need to remember to embrace each adventure with the ones I love because everything in their little lives is a new adventure. I need to breathe them in so that I don't have to regret a missed moment we could have shared. I want to look back on my life and know that I did everything I could to love God completely and from the life that that brings, I was able to love the wonderful man I get to journey with as well as the three precious ones we get to teach along the way. I don't want to miss a moment. I never want to miss an opportunity to say 'I love you. Just as you are.' Because I do.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TUMpTQNh5lI/AAAAAAAABR0/9MzHJTsIHXI/s1600/DSC_0238.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TUMpTQNh5lI/AAAAAAAABR0/9MzHJTsIHXI/s400/DSC_0238.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My friend has 2 kids who are very close in age to my elders (her daughter and Jacob are like 4 days apart) so they ran, they played, they hid-out in a play house, they turned over picnic tables, they played on the swings, basically, they had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was a little chilly with the wind but in the sun it was glorious, the kind of glorious that makes you want to linger for a large period of time and when things aren't so glorious you think about this particular time that it was glorious. It was that kind of glorious.&lt;br /&gt;
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Haley's kids are great which makes playing with them even more fun. Her kids are happy and they just love life, you know, they just enjoy everything they're doing and they do it with such excitement. They're real kids, the kind that we want our kids to be. They're excited about little pleasures and nature and a visiting cat on the play ground. They're really neat.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know my kids had a great time and I really did too. It was such a great little taste to remind us that spring is not far away! If I could say that out loud right now I would be yelling with excitement and you would have to hold on to something to keep from being blown away. Just so you know.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TUMnvTNX6fI/AAAAAAAABRo/KTSF2BSpF4s/s1600/DSC_0233.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TUMnvTNX6fI/AAAAAAAABRo/KTSF2BSpF4s/s400/DSC_0233.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Haley home schools her kids and I have a feeling she'll be a very valuable asset to my homeschooling adventure. She let me borrow a book called &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_ss_c_1_40?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&amp;amp;field-keywords=the+ultimate+book+of+homeschooling+ideas&amp;amp;x=0&amp;amp;y=0&amp;amp;sprefix=the+ultimate+book+of+homeschooling+ideas"&gt;The Ultimate Book of Home Schooling Ideas&lt;/a&gt; by Linda Dobson which I plan to start reading after I finish writing... its calling me! I think Haley and I have always had similar parenting styles, if you could even call it a 'style', but it encourages me that she feels so confident about her kids education. I'm sure that as I research and ask questions I will eventually embrace this adventure. &lt;br /&gt;
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So I feel like with spring fever bubbling up from with in me and new adventures around the corner, this year is going to be the best yet. And let me tell you people I've had some great years!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420788095876010684-7904456660007296555?l=nysewanders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nysewanders.blogspot.com/feeds/7904456660007296555/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420788095876010684&amp;postID=7904456660007296555&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420788095876010684/posts/default/7904456660007296555?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420788095876010684/posts/default/7904456660007296555?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nysewanders.blogspot.com/2011/01/taste-of-things-to-come.html" title="A taste of things to come" /><author><name>Nysewanders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11330567039683023617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TF7Tx9J4V8I/AAAAAAAABG4/BgDBhg3L2QA/S220/SANY0102.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TUMpTQNh5lI/AAAAAAAABR0/9MzHJTsIHXI/s72-c/DSC_0238.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AAQngzfip7ImA9Wx9VEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420788095876010684.post-1768091617019587113</id><published>2011-01-27T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T18:09:03.686-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-27T18:09:03.686-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kids" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photography" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="homeschooling" /><title>Today</title><content type="html">Today i went in to put my elders to bed and this is what I found:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TUHzoUYIqNI/AAAAAAAABQw/wsdc0N3Bw_s/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TUHzoUYIqNI/AAAAAAAABQw/wsdc0N3Bw_s/s400/DSC_0009.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Precious. They love each other. Our "rest time" in this house is comedy. Anna sleeps (like a rock), I get things done or depending on the business of the day, I rest myself and Zaya and Jacob play their hearts out in their room. They don't fight, they just play, because they know that if they don't work it out and I have to intervene it means nap time. No good in the life of an almost 3 and 4 year old.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TUH3zNZCAeI/AAAAAAAABQ8/ETDAXtYTooQ/s1600/DSC_0024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TUH3zNZCAeI/AAAAAAAABQ8/ETDAXtYTooQ/s400/DSC_0024.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lately I have been toying with the thought of homeschooling. I don't feel like I'm a "homeschooler". I'm not that good. I always feel like if I go that route I'll miss out on something in their education. But let me say that our lives are BUSY.&lt;br /&gt;
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Every morning of the week we are off to do something, except for Wednesday. Wednesday is our day of rest... sort of. It is the day that we try to cram in everything we should have done through out the rest of the week. So home schooling seems like it may free us up a little bit and give us more family time. And I do love family time.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TUH5IyqkywI/AAAAAAAABRI/Omi8WgQhuTs/s1600/DSC_0036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TUH5IyqkywI/AAAAAAAABRI/Omi8WgQhuTs/s400/DSC_0036.JPG" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So today I set up the art easel with paints and paper and let the littles have at it. They loved it. They painted, they enjoyed one another. And all the while I was sitting at the table writing a curriculum that we could possible use one day and Anna was eating strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe we'll give it a go over the summer and just see what happens! Maybe we'll love it and they'll love it and we'll get to go to the zoo again... dang we miss the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh, and P.S.- I have a camera people!!!! A real camera! Good-bye point and shoot! Now as I escape the confines of the kiddie pool and slip into the vast ocean of real photography, I'm a little nervous and playing cautiously. But let me say this is an adventure and it is a GREAT one. My dreams are coming true!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420788095876010684-1768091617019587113?l=nysewanders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nysewanders.blogspot.com/feeds/1768091617019587113/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420788095876010684&amp;postID=1768091617019587113&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420788095876010684/posts/default/1768091617019587113?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420788095876010684/posts/default/1768091617019587113?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nysewanders.blogspot.com/2011/01/today.html" title="Today" /><author><name>Nysewanders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11330567039683023617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TF7Tx9J4V8I/AAAAAAAABG4/BgDBhg3L2QA/S220/SANY0102.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TUHzoUYIqNI/AAAAAAAABQw/wsdc0N3Bw_s/s72-c/DSC_0009.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIER304cCp7ImA9Wx9WEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420788095876010684.post-198066136486548877</id><published>2011-01-15T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T16:55:06.338-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-15T16:55:06.338-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="motherhood" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title>Today is our day!</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Being a mom is wonderfully hard. Most days I feel like I'm paddling my canoe through mud with 3 very active passengers. Not the most ideal set up but we work hard and make it work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TTIIWTMbp_I/AAAAAAAABQA/tHSSvhrCgco/s400/SANY0028.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today we headed out to take daddy to work with only half of our clan dressed... I wasn't one of them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TTIImF4vDNI/AAAAAAAABQE/AgQZb2kPcLE/s1600/SANY0029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TTIImF4vDNI/AAAAAAAABQE/AgQZb2kPcLE/s400/SANY0029.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Finally after the plumber came to fix the water heater, I took a quick (cold) shower and we decided to do whatever we wanted. It didn't matter what we thought could be done. We had time, we had each other and we needed to just go. Anywhere. Everywhere. Whatever. We were ready and we had mardi gras beads, nothing could stop us. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TTIIq7zFbnI/AAAAAAAABQI/QEi0pnMbEwA/s1600/SANY0033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="321" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TTIIq7zFbnI/AAAAAAAABQI/QEi0pnMbEwA/s400/SANY0033.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our plan was to go to Bugaboo Creek which much to our dismay had closed with out my knowledge! So Applebees it was. Where we drank Sprite and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TTII-PP-yrI/AAAAAAAABQM/Wer2cOACkro/s1600/SANY0034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TTII-PP-yrI/AAAAAAAABQM/Wer2cOACkro/s400/SANY0034.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There was coloring to be done and silly faces to be made.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TTITPcfFPXI/AAAAAAAABQk/7f8pZ8ZvGZU/s1600/SANY0056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TTITPcfFPXI/AAAAAAAABQk/7f8pZ8ZvGZU/s400/SANY0056.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;No worries, just wondering what we would do next. We opted for quiet time in tents watching Happy Feet. Not bad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TTITZpd7fDI/AAAAAAAABQo/DizuwBztBNU/s1600/SANY0060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TTITZpd7fDI/AAAAAAAABQo/DizuwBztBNU/s400/SANY0060.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Today was a day that we reclaimed fun. We did things just because we could. It was a good day and we made it! We lived to tell about it but most importantly, we had an adventure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420788095876010684-198066136486548877?l=nysewanders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nysewanders.blogspot.com/feeds/198066136486548877/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420788095876010684&amp;postID=198066136486548877&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420788095876010684/posts/default/198066136486548877?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420788095876010684/posts/default/198066136486548877?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nysewanders.blogspot.com/2011/01/today-is-our-day.html" title="Today is our day!" /><author><name>Nysewanders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11330567039683023617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TF7Tx9J4V8I/AAAAAAAABG4/BgDBhg3L2QA/S220/SANY0102.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TTIH9CYCaaI/AAAAAAAABP4/ZhRtLU4O8oU/s72-c/SANY0012.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAHSXk-eyp7ImA9Wx9XGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420788095876010684.post-2659319061716713648</id><published>2011-01-13T14:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T14:25:38.753-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-13T14:25:38.753-05:00</app:edited><title>Goodbye... Hello.</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, it snowed... in Georgia... more than an inch. Now our little town has shut down. Schools are closed, grocery shelves are bare, life as we have known it has stopped and the life that has risen out of it is AWESOME! It is full of boots, mittens, scarves, wet clothes, hot chocolate, sledding, snowmen, being confined with good friends, walks in the snow and, my favorite, icicles!!! This time as been wonderful and magical and I feel like a kid again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So up until yesterday evening the snow kept falling and our house was warm and cozy. When I would look out my window it was COLD, you know, it just LOOKED cold. The clouds we beginning to head to another winter wonderland and we were beginning to get little glimpses of the sun. But still, it was cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TS9J0k1wBbI/AAAAAAAABPk/2a5iLNCGLIU/s1600/SANY0004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TS9J0k1wBbI/AAAAAAAABPk/2a5iLNCGLIU/s400/SANY0004.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is cold and beautiful with the sun battling back to regain its stolen territory. I think I like it that we don't get snow too often because then it wouldn't be an EVENT. It wouldn't be a vacation. It would become something you have to endure. No good. Snow is too awesome to just endure it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; This is my view out the front of my house and I love it. By tomorrow it will be mostly gone, my icicles are dripping away. It makes me a little sad because for a brief while my house was decorated more elaborately than I could ever imagine. I had what looked like strings of diamonds dripping from every corner of my house. I think that means we need new gutters but wow, it was amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So now my decorations bid be a fond farewell and my life speeds back up to make up for the lost time spent playing. It was such good playing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I got to eat up every bit of little people fun. Goodbye my little icicles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So that was the big turn around of 2010. There we so many other events that captured my heart and made this year amazing.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;In March my little man turned 2! He went from a toddler to a big kid over night. At two years old, he was tall, he was chatty and he was all boy. He's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We celebrated in typical Nysewander fashion... zoo and Sapporo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;In April we started marriage counseling with the amazing Melissa Hubbard. If your marriage is on the rocks or even if you just feel you need a bit of a refresher, she is amazing and SO insightful. Totally worth it!&lt;br /&gt;
Both elder kiddos are in pre-school and loving it! They both have some wonderful teachers who we are so thankful for.&amp;nbsp; Zaya and Jacob are also in gymnastics (shout out to &lt;a href="http://gymnasticsacademyofatlanta.com/"&gt;Gymnastics Academy of Atlanta&lt;/a&gt;!) and Zaya does ballet at Woodstock Baptist church. As you can see, life gets crazy in these parts and we're hoping to slow down and enjoy the little things a bit more :) I'm looking forward to 2011 and all the "little things" it has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;
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In August we celebrated 7 years of marriage and, let me tell you, it deserved celebrating! It made both of realize the need to celebrate. Period. The small victories we have together, the things we overcome as a couple. It is all worthy of a celebration. Happy # 7 to us! &lt;br /&gt;
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John Mark and I both rolled over another year (we're only 2 months apart) and I refuse to own to my age. But its already proven to be a great age... We're a fine bottle of wine... just getting better and better!&lt;br /&gt;
In December I took Zaya to the Nutcracker for her first encounter with the live stage. She LOVED it! The fox is a magical place for a little girl... I remember it well.&lt;br /&gt;
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December was also the month, my baby, my little bitty girl turned 1!!!!!!! She is awesome and remarkable and I just loving breathing in all of her wonderful hugs.&amp;nbsp; She has blessed our lives in immeasurable ways. Needles to say, with her birthday being in December, she had many milestones this year: rolling over, crawling (she did this super early... I like to brag on her a bit!), first teeth, first steps, first everythings. My girl accomplished more than most in one short year. I'm not ready to think of who she will be next year at this time... for now she's still my baby.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;With all the joys and sorrows of last year, I'm ready to take on 2011. I'm ready to dive into truth and to find my place among those contending before the thrown of God. I'm ready to breathe in this life and these lives that surround me, to glean every bit of joy that I can out of each day. I'm ready to embrace the blessings in my life and to see the hurdles as what they are and not turn them into mountains. This year has so much promise, not because I have the power to make it anything more than a complete and utter disaster, but because it is a year given to me by God. A year spent with God. There's nothing better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420788095876010684-5524349687988913922?l=nysewanders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://nysewanders.blogspot.com/feeds/5524349687988913922/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420788095876010684&amp;postID=5524349687988913922&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420788095876010684/posts/default/5524349687988913922?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420788095876010684/posts/default/5524349687988913922?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://nysewanders.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-year-in-review.html" title="2010... a year in review" /><author><name>Nysewanders</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11330567039683023617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TF7Tx9J4V8I/AAAAAAAABG4/BgDBhg3L2QA/S220/SANY0102.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TSHKTgeIvLI/AAAAAAAABOU/bjTSeGGX1bM/s72-c/SANY0346.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUCQ3s_cCp7ImA9Wx9RF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420788095876010684.post-7754324016034069357</id><published>2010-12-18T16:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T16:37:42.548-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-18T16:37:42.548-05:00</app:edited><title>Edwards=Awesome</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;THE EDWARDS CLAN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TQ0flqfpbmI/AAAAAAAABN0/eaFGYRZHY3w/s1600/SANY0093_2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TQ0flqfpbmI/AAAAAAAABN0/eaFGYRZHY3w/s400/SANY0093_2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is Lydie Bug. She is Anna's best friend. They love each other and that is perfect. She is perfect. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TQ0fz7sNZBI/AAAAAAAABN4/udVR3TYu5TE/s1600/SANY0085_2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TQ0fz7sNZBI/AAAAAAAABN4/udVR3TYu5TE/s400/SANY0085_2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Her beautiful mom is one of my very closest friends. The kind of friend that you never have to work at to maintain the friendship. The kind of friend that will ALWAYS be a friend... even when we're 85.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TQ0gOEoDyaI/AAAAAAAABN8/o6SnqPQ_fSU/s1600/SANY0086_2.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h4gYqQgMEBA/TQ0gOEoDyaI/AAAAAAAABN8/o6SnqPQ_fSU/s400/SANY0086_2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I love them, I love all 3 of them. They bless my life and give me great perspective. I don't think i would enjoy this life near as much with out them... God totally knew that!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;My baby is 1. My little perfect Anna is 1. Yesterday she crossed over that huge milestone into the world of years.&amp;nbsp; She is a picture of beauty from the inside out and she has been this way for her entire first year. &lt;br /&gt;
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