<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/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' gd:etag='W/&quot;DkIGRnw4eip7ImA9WxBWE08.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734218217596870932</id><updated>2010-02-04T18:02:07.232-05:00</updated><title>Austin's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome! This is my blog. Hope you enjoy it! Sometimes Mommy takes over &amp; writes stuff that she wants to even though she has her own 2 blogs to do that on; but I don't mind. But mainly this blog is for my Grandparents &amp; extended family that like to know what I'm doing every day. It's also Mommy's baby book for me. She can type better than she can write, so she's going to make my baby books from the blog!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473681477720869354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>403</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUAHSXk_eyp7ImA9WxJTGEo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734218217596870932.post-958462061541424885</id><published>2009-04-27T20:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:15:38.743-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-04-27T20:15:38.743-04:00</app:edited><title>The Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so happy that Austin loves the beach this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329527882781538722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SfZJX1G7uaI/AAAAAAAAFH4/BZhdQKy__38/s320/IMG_0343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;(He reached down towards the crab hole &amp;amp; says "are you home?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329527866820449026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SfZJW5pg0wI/AAAAAAAAFHY/yv2nU0FCNLI/s320/IMG_0330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had so much fun- he found tracks in the sand from the Police Beach Vehicles. He was determined to find the Train that belonged to the tracks. Since we go out to Sullivan's Station 26- there are a ton of dogs there in the moring- Austin loves to see them and was even knocked over by an excited puppy. I was so proud of him for not crying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329527869160956450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SfZJXCXiIiI/AAAAAAAAFHg/A-kelrykFsA/s320/IMG_0332_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year, we always put swimmy diapers on him. He would not go near he water. I wasted so many of those diapers. This year, we thought, "oh why bother" let's just go for a short visit in his shorts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, we were wrong. He went about waste deep in really cold water and loved it. I was so happy. So, he had to do some streaking in his clean diaper while I ran to the car for dry clothes! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329527875519419906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SfZJXaDglgI/AAAAAAAAFHo/NZ3A2J612aE/s320/IMG_0353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329527879800255826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SfZJXqAI9VI/AAAAAAAAFHw/nJmmt4CH1q0/s320/IMG_0358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734218217596870932-958462061541424885?l=austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/feeds/958462061541424885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734218217596870932&amp;postID=958462061541424885&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/958462061541424885?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/958462061541424885?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/2009/04/beach.html' title='The Beach'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473681477720869354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02960991383270978001'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SfZJX1G7uaI/AAAAAAAAFH4/BZhdQKy__38/s72-c/IMG_0343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUcNRXg9eSp7ImA9WxJTGEo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734218217596870932.post-1942228328029084596</id><published>2009-04-27T19:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:04:54.661-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-04-27T20:04:54.661-04:00</app:edited><title>Back in the Saddle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SfZHT6WcouI/AAAAAAAAFHI/_0N_y2NReeI/s1600-h/IMG_0322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329525616446055138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SfZHT6WcouI/AAAAAAAAFHI/_0N_y2NReeI/s320/IMG_0322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, this week was somewhat of a blur for me. But, worth chronicalling, I gess for my own reasons. Monday, I was still a zombie from Arizona. I didnt' really sleep while I was there- I had a weird reverse time change thing going on. Tuesday, I went to work &amp;amp; then had some doctor appointments. Wednesday, I ran errands and tried to catch up on the house. Then I spent the afternoon during Ausitn's nap at my parents house with CaraLee from&lt;a href="http://www.startarevo.org/"&gt; Revo&lt;/a&gt;. She has some great insight into marketing more for Water Missions and getting the churches more involved, etc and is helping my Dad with concepts for WMI. I was blessed to get to be a part of the meeting, too. Thursday, I think I had a wedding rehearsal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday- Travis called me early in the AM and told me that he had won tickets to Cirque De Soleil! Woo Hoo! He called my Mom and asked if they would keep Austin even though they were leaving for Chicago in the morning. Of course, they agreed. But, the best part was that this wasn't just tickets- it was a private dinner party with yummo food before the performance. There was also dessert &amp;amp; dancing after the performance (but who am I kidding- Travis and I were up past our bedtime!) Since I had a wedding at the church at 3 pm and a few booking meetings after the wedding, Travis picked me up &amp;amp; off we went! It was a lot of fun except for the fact that I wore stupid (hot!) shoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(IU should have hade them take a close up of the shoes b/c I'm never wearing them again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329525620466418594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SfZHUJU-g6I/AAAAAAAAFHQ/l2Ark4IMBBA/s320/IMG_0323_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part was this turned into an impromptu anniversary dinner date! Happy 6 Years to Travis &amp;amp; I! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734218217596870932-1942228328029084596?l=austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/feeds/1942228328029084596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734218217596870932&amp;postID=1942228328029084596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/1942228328029084596?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/1942228328029084596?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-in-saddle.html' title='Back in the Saddle'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473681477720869354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02960991383270978001'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SfZHT6WcouI/AAAAAAAAFHI/_0N_y2NReeI/s72-c/IMG_0322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkMCRX44eSp7ImA9WxJTGE4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734218217596870932.post-8818484803742819541</id><published>2009-04-27T08:51:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T09:21:04.031-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-04-27T09:21:04.031-04:00</app:edited><title>Arizona</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; I went to Arizona for 4 days last week to see my sister, Joy and her husband, Jeff. Yes, I'm 2 weeks behind on posting; but it seems anytime we/I go out of town, it takes 2 weeks to get back on track. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329359925884312322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SfWwnc6JWwI/AAAAAAAAFGg/zLWvBdgaGpk/s320/IMG_0279.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SfWvlT61a3I/AAAAAAAAFGA/6zE6y7_obVs/s1600-h/IMG_0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329358789599914866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SfWvlT61a3I/AAAAAAAAFGA/6zE6y7_obVs/s320/IMG_0262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I arrived on Thursday evening AZ time, which was about 8:30 SC time. Joy &amp;amp; Jeff picked me up &amp;amp; we went to eat one of their favorite restaurants. Joy ordered a salad, but ended up digging into Jeff's burger. Since I hate red meat, this picture almost grosses me out; but it's pretty funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329358795931978370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SfWvlrghCoI/AAAAAAAAFGI/3Ng67zNMOnw/s320/IMG_0263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy and I spent the next couple days shopping and eating and working on some baby registry stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329358802388497490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SfWvmDj3tFI/AAAAAAAAFGY/AWFsGHipvwE/s320/IMG_0274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy Stops Traffic- As Joy and I were trying to cross the street in the mall parking lot, Joy decided to stop traffic. She is only about 14 weeks pregnant and still barely showing. But, since the cars were not stopping for us, she decided to really "work it" with the preggo belly. As we passed in front of the stopped car, I looked to my right and Joy had her hand on her belly and was actually waddeling. She did not think this was as hilarious as I did. But, once she's about 8 months preggers, I'm sure she'll understand why I about peed my pants laughing at her. Here she is with her tiny little preggers belly waddeling &amp;amp; holding her belly as if she can barely cross the street. Too funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329358784795986434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SfWvlCBfSgI/AAAAAAAAFF4/tBLxtZ2WFZg/s320/IMG_0267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saving the Birds- On our way to her BFF's house, we had to slam on the brakes and rescue a mama bird and her tiny babies. They looked like Sand Pipers; but I guess that's uncommon in AZ. Joy ran out of the car to rush them off. Then I was afraid she would touch the birds &amp;amp; so I ran after her- Stetson followed me. And then Joy screamed at me to get back in the car because she thought the Mama Bird was going to dive bomb me. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329359930710600146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SfWwnu40qdI/AAAAAAAAFGo/wCHPL7G1Bh0/s320/IMG_0284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329359937440660882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SfWwoH9ZPZI/AAAAAAAAFG4/543EY2tU1SQ/s320/IMG_0307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church &amp;amp; Coffee- I loved Joy's church &amp;amp; her friends. We played Acquire Saturday night after church with some of her friends. And for the record, Dr. Wine, I won. Just sayin...Then on Sunday AM, after Joy puked, we went and helped make Coffee at the church for the Sun AM services. If you live in Arizona- You need to check out their church- &lt;a href="http://www.mission68.0rg/"&gt;http://www.mission68.0rg/&lt;/a&gt; in Gilbert. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329359933429826626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SfWwn5BIxEI/AAAAAAAAFGw/pl2zx9PN_G4/s320/IMG_0297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329358799437222882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SfWvl4kO0-I/AAAAAAAAFGQ/RuOKfYxfMOk/s320/IMG_0282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much fun to have Sister time. They have a beautiful home and life there in AZ. Just wish we were closer especially since Baby Blueberrry is on the way! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329359944773427634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SfWwojRqYbI/AAAAAAAAFHA/pqG_F_pjsoU/s320/IMG_0316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this Croc/Alligator for Austin at the Ikea in Phoenix.. He LOVED it. Of course, it took u most of my suitcase.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734218217596870932-8818484803742819541?l=austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/feeds/8818484803742819541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734218217596870932&amp;postID=8818484803742819541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/8818484803742819541?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/8818484803742819541?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/2009/04/arizona.html' title='Arizona'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473681477720869354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02960991383270978001'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SfWwnc6JWwI/AAAAAAAAFGg/zLWvBdgaGpk/s72-c/IMG_0279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CU8DQ3g-fyp7ImA9WxVaGEU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734218217596870932.post-1987653797207270684</id><published>2009-04-15T20:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T08:11:12.657-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-04-16T08:11:12.657-04:00</app:edited><title>Not Much Going on Yet..</title><content type='html'>We've had a pretty casual week.&lt;br /&gt;Austin definitely likes to say "no" to everything. Even if he wants something, he seems to say "no".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really makes me laugh when he's trying to be emphatic, he says "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nooothhhhing&lt;/span&gt;!" and repeats "No, nothing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last couple days he has gone for a ride in the jogging stroller with Travis; but I've failed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ge&lt;/span&gt;t a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We think he may be having a growth spurt, too; because he is scarfing down chicken nuggets and soy yogurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeZ_FLTxiQI/AAAAAAAAFFw/0bGfxKLZOBw/s1600-h/IMG_0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeZ_FLTxiQI/AAAAAAAAFFw/0bGfxKLZOBw/s320/IMG_0254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325083336323991810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeZ_E4IfrFI/AAAAAAAAFFo/m3I3OjdAeOU/s1600-h/IMG_0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeZ_E4IfrFI/AAAAAAAAFFo/m3I3OjdAeOU/s320/IMG_0259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325083331176410194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He also is still into convincing everyone to take him to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Fil&lt;/span&gt; A. I have a feeling there will be a lot of that this weekend. I am leaving for for about 4 days to go see my sister who is 14 weeks pregnant! Woo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a bit concerned that Austin kept saying "Mommy going to see Aunt Joy on airplane...and then Crash!!!" I think he thinks that when planes land they are crashing; but it's kind of freaking us out &amp;amp; amping up our prayer life a bit!&lt;br /&gt;We've had a pretty casual week.&lt;br /&gt;Austin definitely likes to say "no" to everything. Even if he wants it, he seems to say "no".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really makes me laugh though because if he's trying to be emphatic, he says "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Nooothhhhing&lt;/span&gt;!" and repeats "No, nothing!"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeZ_E_o2QyI/AAAAAAAAFFg/gH1Mgapzmyk/s1600-h/IMG_0256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeZ_E_o2QyI/AAAAAAAAFFg/gH1Mgapzmyk/s320/IMG_0256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325083333191156514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last couple days he has gone for a ride in the jogging stroller with Travis; but I've failed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ge&lt;/span&gt; ta picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We think he may be having a growth spurt, too; because he is scarfing down chicken nuggets and soy yogurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeZ_EqLaBwI/AAAAAAAAFFY/Nev0-HA206o/s1600-h/IMG_0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeZ_EqLaBwI/AAAAAAAAFFY/Nev0-HA206o/s320/IMG_0257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325083327430526722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734218217596870932-1987653797207270684?l=austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/feeds/1987653797207270684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734218217596870932&amp;postID=1987653797207270684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/1987653797207270684?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/1987653797207270684?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-much-going-on-yet.html' title='Not Much Going on Yet..'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473681477720869354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02960991383270978001'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeZ_FLTxiQI/AAAAAAAAFFw/0bGfxKLZOBw/s72-c/IMG_0254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0QCQHY_fip7ImA9WxVaFUo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734218217596870932.post-7057548912499200096</id><published>2009-04-12T18:06:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T19:36:01.846-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-04-12T19:36:01.846-04:00</app:edited><title>Happy Easter! Thank You, Jesus!</title><content type='html'>Happy Easter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We think Austin is really catching on about Easter. We taught him to say "Jesus died on the Cross (arms out in a cross). Because He loves me (Arms across his chest). But, He is Risen!" (Arm pump in victory!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin saw some of his favorite people. I think he might think that everyone is a Pastor that he meets; but we just feel so humbled and blessed to expose him at such a young age to serving &amp;amp; loving Jesus. And we are happy that the pastors and staff and friends are like celebrities to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Easter might have been one of my favorite holidays. Hang out and get to help at the church and then eat catered food from Whole Foods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Austin below with Pastor Michael &amp;amp; Pastor Greg on the TV screen behind him.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeJykJ2Eo1I/AAAAAAAAFDw/4ph3MimkFGs/s1600-h/Eas+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeJykJ2Eo1I/AAAAAAAAFDw/4ph3MimkFGs/s320/Eas+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323943674948920146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeJyjxm-X5I/AAAAAAAAFDo/NUh6HAvYCHI/s1600-h/Eas+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeJyjxm-X5I/AAAAAAAAFDo/NUh6HAvYCHI/s320/Eas+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323943668443144082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we did an Easter egg hunt at home. Last year, Austin screamed &amp;amp; cried through this attempted event. Very different this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeJzTQzR1bI/AAAAAAAAFEY/ioeHC8c7mlk/s1600-h/Eas+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeJzTQzR1bI/AAAAAAAAFEY/ioeHC8c7mlk/s320/Eas+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323944484270101938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeJzTHFVOTI/AAAAAAAAFEQ/10mHaUclwrg/s1600-h/Eas+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeJzTHFVOTI/AAAAAAAAFEQ/10mHaUclwrg/s320/Eas+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323944481661466930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeJzSwfS1cI/AAAAAAAAFEI/mSIcv2FTyvE/s1600-h/Eas+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeJzSwfS1cI/AAAAAAAAFEI/mSIcv2FTyvE/s320/Eas+5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323944475596346818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeJzSpJdz1I/AAAAAAAAFEA/vt4MhvocPbk/s1600-h/Eas+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeJzSpJdz1I/AAAAAAAAFEA/vt4MhvocPbk/s320/Eas+6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323944473625743186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeJ0pG6KAVI/AAAAAAAAFEw/qRN8TxePQGs/s1600-h/Eas+10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeJ0pG6KAVI/AAAAAAAAFEw/qRN8TxePQGs/s320/Eas+10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323945959083344210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeJ0orKoBcI/AAAAAAAAFEo/pB4jkijKT4E/s1600-h/Eas+11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeJ0orKoBcI/AAAAAAAAFEo/pB4jkijKT4E/s320/Eas+11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323945951636227522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeJ0odmaMnI/AAAAAAAAFEg/YNUgOc0Z1bo/s1600-h/Eas+9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeJ0odmaMnI/AAAAAAAAFEg/YNUgOc0Z1bo/s320/Eas+9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323945947994665586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeJzSYAwrEI/AAAAAAAAFD4/2IGx7gmvLCI/s1600-h/Eas+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeJzSYAwrEI/AAAAAAAAFD4/2IGx7gmvLCI/s320/Eas+7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323944469025827906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep, here we are pretending that we slaved over putting food on dishes to heat up. We are trying to hide the Whole Foods bags. I think my Mom might have added 10 years to her life by the freedom she experienced in not cooking! We had Southern Fried Chicken, Grilled Chicken, Green Beans, Greek Pasta Salad, some type of Tabouli, Potato Salad, Apple Sauce, Veggie Rice, and Broccoli Salad. We also customized everyone's desserts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeJnOpkcs2I/AAAAAAAAFDQ/uwSfYR6w7s8/s1600-h/IMG_0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeJnOpkcs2I/AAAAAAAAFDQ/uwSfYR6w7s8/s320/IMG_0232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323931210879906658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeJ1q-RSTlI/AAAAAAAAFFQ/gNqGmoEKi5A/s1600-h/Eas+12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeJ1q-RSTlI/AAAAAAAAFFQ/gNqGmoEKi5A/s200/Eas+12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323947090635804242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeJ1qqtoFjI/AAAAAAAAFFI/gTOHm7s1oYQ/s1600-h/Eas+16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeJ1qqtoFjI/AAAAAAAAFFI/gTOHm7s1oYQ/s200/Eas+16.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323947085385963058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeJnPL2TLAI/AAAAAAAAFDg/-2CNcsm5A_M/s1600-h/IMG_0233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeJnPL2TLAI/AAAAAAAAFDg/-2CNcsm5A_M/s320/IMG_0233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323931220081585154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeJnO7DuZmI/AAAAAAAAFDY/MPYQr580BCI/s1600-h/IMG_0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeJnO7DuZmI/AAAAAAAAFDY/MPYQr580BCI/s320/IMG_0248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323931215574492770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we still have colored eggs yet. Maybe we'll do that this week...but, wooweee! I feel like this holiday was actually a holiday! And yep, that's Austin's "Cheese!" face. Hoping we'll see his sweet face again soon for family pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeJ0pUilCBI/AAAAAAAAFE4/2jQLPlvFme4/s1600-h/Eas+20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeJ0pUilCBI/AAAAAAAAFE4/2jQLPlvFme4/s320/Eas+20.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323945962742548498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He jumped in when Grandma gave Grandpa a hug, and then he wanted his picture taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeJ0piHe5uI/AAAAAAAAFFA/BabvEXcPUD0/s1600-h/Eas+21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeJ0piHe5uI/AAAAAAAAFFA/BabvEXcPUD0/s320/Eas+21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323945966386996962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734218217596870932-7057548912499200096?l=austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/feeds/7057548912499200096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734218217596870932&amp;postID=7057548912499200096&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/7057548912499200096?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/7057548912499200096?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter-thank-you-jesus.html' title='Happy Easter! Thank You, Jesus!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473681477720869354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02960991383270978001'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeJykJ2Eo1I/AAAAAAAAFDw/4ph3MimkFGs/s72-c/Eas+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A08BSXs9eip7ImA9WxVaFEk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734218217596870932.post-4717091549119507447</id><published>2009-04-11T07:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T07:37:38.562-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-04-11T07:37:38.562-04:00</app:edited><title>Testing out the Fire Pit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeCA2GBGQMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/M_xzPe6Ztps/s1600-h/IMG_0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeCA2GBGQMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/M_xzPe6Ztps/s320/IMG_0173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323396426368434370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeCA1uJMRfI/AAAAAAAAFDA/I12QrClYVII/s1600-h/IMG_0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeCA1uJMRfI/AAAAAAAAFDA/I12QrClYVII/s320/IMG_0174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323396419959932402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might not have been the best night to test the fire pit since there were tornado warnings in the upstate. But, we finally got to have s'mores and start a fire in our new backyard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734218217596870932-4717091549119507447?l=austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/feeds/4717091549119507447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734218217596870932&amp;postID=4717091549119507447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/4717091549119507447?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/4717091549119507447?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/2009/04/testing-out-fire-pit.html' title='Testing out the Fire Pit'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473681477720869354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02960991383270978001'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeCA2GBGQMI/AAAAAAAAFDI/M_xzPe6Ztps/s72-c/IMG_0173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0ENRXs-eSp7ImA9WxVaFEk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734218217596870932.post-7743515157339121845</id><published>2009-04-11T07:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T07:34:54.551-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-04-11T07:34:54.551-04:00</app:edited><title>The Thorn</title><content type='html'>This year our church is producing &lt;a href="http://www.thethorn.net/"&gt;The Thorn&lt;/a&gt;.  John Bolin, who I believe is the writer and creator of this production, is currently living here in Charleston. He has been producing &amp;amp; creating this Easter production for the last 10 years. Our church and volunteers from our church, as well as other volunteers from the community, did over 10 performances over the last 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to write a really great post about it later; but for now- let me tell you that it was amazingly well done and that Travis and I might have both been in tears after the first five minutes until the end. We are so grateful for this production that truly moved our hearts to remember the reality of the Cross &amp;amp; Jesus' death for us and also allows us to celebrate his resurrection &amp;amp; the life he lived here on here for us as an example. We are just blown away. I was able to help one night with the merchandise (tshirts, etc) and Travis helped last night with parking. Austin &amp;amp; I tagged along and then they asked him to come back tonight for parking help, too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeB9NLWzMrI/AAAAAAAAFCY/wmv4PDgOdcc/s1600-h/IMG_0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeB9NLWzMrI/AAAAAAAAFCY/wmv4PDgOdcc/s320/IMG_0164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323392424892117682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that we took him with us. I love the look on his face below. It looks like he is nervous. But, he really was excited because they had concessions in the foyer to raise money for different groups and so we were eating popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeB9MRERoOI/AAAAAAAAFCA/IdBBsem8UoE/s1600-h/IMG_0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeB9MRERoOI/AAAAAAAAFCA/IdBBsem8UoE/s320/IMG_0157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323392409245163746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture below is so great, too because he's giving crazy eyes to the Pharisees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeB9NdEha7I/AAAAAAAAFCg/3BN0ubQr8AY/s1600-h/IMG_0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeB9NdEha7I/AAAAAAAAFCg/3BN0ubQr8AY/s320/IMG_0161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323392429647293362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, the horses were my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeB9MoJk_JI/AAAAAAAAFCI/85m7Pad5nZY/s1600-h/IMG_0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeB9MoJk_JI/AAAAAAAAFCI/85m7Pad5nZY/s320/IMG_0153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323392415441419410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Austin was not up for going up to pet them the first night; but then he was okay with it when Pastor Michael took him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeB9M-I2gGI/AAAAAAAAFCQ/YV5aPG2vn-E/s1600-h/IMG_0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeB9M-I2gGI/AAAAAAAAFCQ/YV5aPG2vn-E/s320/IMG_0169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323392421343952994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went 2 nights, and Austin wasn't as worried about walking up to the horses when Pastor Michael was holding him. He &amp;amp; Pastor Michael are buddies. Michael always gets on the floor with him and plays. Austin loves it!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeB-mUf67zI/AAAAAAAAFC4/GVvamvLoUFA/s1600-h/IMG_0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeB-mUf67zI/AAAAAAAAFC4/GVvamvLoUFA/s320/IMG_0158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323393956354649906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Austin w/ Mari Fisher. Mari's daughter has babysat for Austin before and he loves her. He didn't quite get that this was Mari under the costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeB-c6dxqTI/AAAAAAAAFCw/U6jG1kFuDqg/s1600-h/IMG_0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeB-c6dxqTI/AAAAAAAAFCw/U6jG1kFuDqg/s320/IMG_0163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323393794747509042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was so happy that he wasn't scared of the Centurions. He gave them high fives. We did sit in the foyer and watch the ballet and gymnastics scene of Creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, just an amazing production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734218217596870932-7743515157339121845?l=austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/feeds/7743515157339121845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734218217596870932&amp;postID=7743515157339121845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/7743515157339121845?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/7743515157339121845?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/2009/04/thorn.html' title='The Thorn'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473681477720869354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02960991383270978001'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SeB9NLWzMrI/AAAAAAAAFCY/wmv4PDgOdcc/s72-c/IMG_0164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CE8BQns_cCp7ImA9WxVaEkU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734218217596870932.post-4257452649699270157</id><published>2009-04-09T08:49:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T09:14:13.548-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-04-09T09:14:13.548-04:00</app:edited><title>Daddy's Blue Shirt</title><content type='html'>Austin has really become aware of where Daddy is these days. He is now a bit confused that Daddy is going hiking everyday instead of going to work. (I think Daddy wishes he was hiking everyday.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as Travis gets home, he wants him to put his blue shirt on. In his little mind, that means it's time to play and that Travis isn't working anymore. If he wakes up before Travis leaves in the morning, he tries to convince him to put his blue shirt on instead of his dress shirt and tie.&lt;br /&gt;We love this; but I think that yesterday afternoon, we might have had Daddy a bit misty eyed. Austin found Travis' blue shirt and went to meet him in the driveway. Fortunately I've been shutter bug happy again &amp;amp; caught it on camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sd3xSFa0LzI/AAAAAAAAFBg/exA7sHe-Q04/s1600-h/IMG_0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sd3xSFa0LzI/AAAAAAAAFBg/exA7sHe-Q04/s320/IMG_0140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322675627616382770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Daddy coming! Daddy put on blue shirt- NOW!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sd3xSfQbRvI/AAAAAAAAFBo/6WWYDVsOlAQ/s1600-h/IMG_0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sd3xSfQbRvI/AAAAAAAAFBo/6WWYDVsOlAQ/s320/IMG_0141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322675634552129266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Hi Daddy. Put on blue shirt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sd3zN4QIQoI/AAAAAAAAFB4/uiDv8TcgH5k/s1600-h/IMG_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sd3zN4QIQoI/AAAAAAAAFB4/uiDv8TcgH5k/s320/IMG_0142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322677754385678978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Daddy coming. Put on blue shirt. Okay, sure thing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another funny: I was gone last night, and Travis said that Austin brought his plastic lawn mower into the living room, flipped it over, and pointed to the bottom of it and said "Daddy fix it. Get new batteries." Travis said "What, buddy?" Austin marched over to the laundry closet &amp;amp; pointed at the battery box. "New batteries in Mo-Mo. Fix it now." And then of course we had to work on adding the word "Please."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734218217596870932-4257452649699270157?l=austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/feeds/4257452649699270157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734218217596870932&amp;postID=4257452649699270157&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/4257452649699270157?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/4257452649699270157?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/2009/04/daddys-blue-shirt.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Blue Shirt'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473681477720869354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02960991383270978001'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sd3xSFa0LzI/AAAAAAAAFBg/exA7sHe-Q04/s72-c/IMG_0140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0UDQXwyfSp7ImA9WxVaEkU.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734218217596870932.post-7103745832311789381</id><published>2009-04-09T08:29:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:47:50.295-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-04-09T08:47:50.295-04:00</app:edited><title>"Happy Birthday Dear You!"</title><content type='html'>Austin is very into birthdays. I still think that he thinks Christmas is a bit confusing because it was his birthday and Jesus' birthday. Then in January we celebrated Logan's birthday. February was my birthday. March was Tom's birthday and Jude's birthday. Last weekend was Addison's birthday. He is now blowing out any candle he sees and singing "Happy Birthday Dear You" to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, he started singing "Happy Birthday dear you, Addison" to his cereal. I finally got it on video. And finally think I learned how to convert from an AVI to MPG file. Whoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in case y'all missed it, in January of 2008 Jenna &amp;amp; I were attending a wedding together. She was about 7 1/2 months pregnant with Addison. &lt;a href="http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/2008/01/wedding-in-laws.html"&gt;Here is the link&lt;/a&gt; to that post. She told me that she had "picked us" to be Addison's in-laws. So that's why we have all the craziness about Addison &amp;amp; Austin. We know it's silly and that in American there are no such thing as arranged marriage....but, it's fun for now. 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&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734218217596870932-7103745832311789381?l=austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=60c1d8834fa5de45&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/feeds/7103745832311789381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734218217596870932&amp;postID=7103745832311789381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/7103745832311789381?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/7103745832311789381?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-dear-you.html' title='&quot;Happy Birthday Dear You!&quot;'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473681477720869354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02960991383270978001'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DU8CR30_eyp7ImA9WxVaEkw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734218217596870932.post-3263780933019899288</id><published>2009-04-08T14:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T15:11:06.343-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-04-08T15:11:06.343-04:00</app:edited><title>Taking Care of the Garden</title><content type='html'>Yes, we are in the "I want to do it myself" phase. It's fabulous. No, I'm kidding. It's not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he has really been wanting to water the flowers all by himself lately. I'm trying to teach him to water more than one flower.   (I love that my Azaleas are already blooming so much. We had to bring the potted flowers inside last night because it was still cold; but the Azaleas are doing great!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sdz16yWbdII/AAAAAAAAFBY/fJtICj3FmFU/s1600-h/IMG_0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sdz16yWbdII/AAAAAAAAFBY/fJtICj3FmFU/s320/IMG_0139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322399249942148226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love his expression. We have to sneak pictures of him b/c he wants to see the camera before you can snap the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sdz16mZ1qOI/AAAAAAAAFBQ/LUFZHV73KQE/s1600-h/IMG_0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sdz16mZ1qOI/AAAAAAAAFBQ/LUFZHV73KQE/s320/IMG_0138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322399246735223010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin has never liked a lot of noise or the wind since he was little. He doesn't believe me yet that wearing a hat will help. But, we tried it today. But, look how cute he is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734218217596870932-3263780933019899288?l=austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/feeds/3263780933019899288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734218217596870932&amp;postID=3263780933019899288&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/3263780933019899288?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/3263780933019899288?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/2009/04/taking-care-of-garden.html' title='Taking Care of the Garden'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473681477720869354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02960991383270978001'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sdz16yWbdII/AAAAAAAAFBY/fJtICj3FmFU/s72-c/IMG_0139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEQFSH4_fSp7ImA9WxVaEU4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734218217596870932.post-679349528483674571</id><published>2009-04-07T14:47:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T15:25:19.045-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-04-07T15:25:19.045-04:00</app:edited><title>Travis' "While You Were Out" Surprise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Short Story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had our backyard made over for Travis. It was great! He loves it. And it was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Long Story (if you like details:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our backyard has not been much to look at; and we have been talking and dreaming for a long time about what we could do with the backyard. My mom had been telling us she was going to buy us a truck of dirt and had even offered it as our Christmas present. Travis' mom, being a great gardener herself, had also wanted in on getting us going. But, we kept running into challenges of what to do, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got it in my head that we should have part of the back yard landscaped as a surprise for Travis for his birthday. I knew he was going to the mountains in May; and figured I'd work on a surprise for him then. Then I found out he was going to do a mini-scouting-hike trip this weekend. He told me a few weeks ago that he wanted some Adirondack chairs &amp;amp; a fire pit. He has been talking about a fire pit for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized there was no way I could physically do any of this, so I was given a referral to a landscaping company called Charleston Lawn Company (the owner is David). He came out in the rain last Wednesday to give me an estimate . He was very creative and helpful and was really into the surprise part for Travis. He also convinced me not decorate in pink! The sand...er..beach "box" was also his idea. (Found out later we go to church together and have a lot of mutual friends).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here are the before Pictures: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdumkFNWxlI/AAAAAAAAFAQ/xBMzd4AS7Wg/s1600-h/IMG_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdumkFNWxlI/AAAAAAAAFAQ/xBMzd4AS7Wg/s320/IMG_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322030523472070226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SduoQkAApuI/AAAAAAAAFBI/EpolTc_-NkU/s1600-h/IMG_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SduoQkAApuI/AAAAAAAAFBI/EpolTc_-NkU/s320/IMG_0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322032387163465442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So, on Friday afternoon about 2 pm the CLW crew showed up at my house. The crew was super fast, and a lot of fun. (I made them brownies &amp;amp; served sweet tea to try to express my midwestern/southern hospitality). I felt like a little kid at Christmas, and was so excited and grateful to our parents for pitching in to help us with the cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin thought it was too windy to be outside for most of the adventure; but he finally wanted to be outside when the Sand Truck came! He thought all the trucks whe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdumksvhzeI/AAAAAAAAFAg/Pubm2ZB0sds/s1600-h/IMG_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdumksvhzeI/AAAAAAAAFAg/Pubm2ZB0sds/s320/IMG_0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322030534084382178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Below: They added Fatsia, Mexican Petunias (which I love!) and Lantana back here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdumjoDXuiI/AAAAAAAAFAI/caRY11DUFdM/s1600-h/IMG_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdumjoDXuiI/AAAAAAAAFAI/caRY11DUFdM/s320/IMG_0055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322030515645561378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdunUCYW2FI/AAAAAAAAFA4/-q7HCmdAhz4/s1600-h/IMG_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdunUCYW2FI/AAAAAAAAFA4/-q7HCmdAhz4/s320/IMG_0028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322031347346626642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SduhLpjkwjI/AAAAAAAAE_I/mHana50k4SY/s1600-h/IMG_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SduhLpjkwjI/AAAAAAAAE_I/mHana50k4SY/s320/IMG_0025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322024606174069298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Above: They put in 3 Cypress Bushes, and 5 Red Azaleas that will bloom 5-8 times a year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, Austin and I went to Lowe's. Boy, that was crazy- everyone in Mt Pleasant who wasn't running the bridge run, was at Lowe's. Then my small group leader/friend Cori met us at Walmart with her truck to get potting mix and the new table and chairs. She even put it together for me and helped me arranged my flower pots. (She's starting her own floral company called Twigs &amp;amp; Bows so this was kind of more her thing than mine) I really appreciated all of her help and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SduhLzmjldI/AAAAAAAAE_Q/gk1Iq13K3OM/s1600-h/IMG_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SduhLzmjldI/AAAAAAAAE_Q/gk1Iq13K3OM/s320/IMG_0033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322024608870929874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Above: Austin eating Chick Fil A after our Walmart/Lowe's run)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here are the After Pictures: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SduhMDlF7BI/AAAAAAAAE_Y/HjD1WO8vZos/s1600-h/IMG_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SduhMDlF7BI/AAAAAAAAE_Y/HjD1WO8vZos/s320/IMG_0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322024613159758866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdullfbWJGI/AAAAAAAAE_4/I8O2fUC8p8M/s1600-h/IMG_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdullfbWJGI/AAAAAAAAE_4/I8O2fUC8p8M/s320/IMG_0045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322029448178312290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sdulk3MGniI/AAAAAAAAE_o/RJFWh8B7mPQ/s1600-h/IMG_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sdulk3MGniI/AAAAAAAAE_o/RJFWh8B7mPQ/s320/IMG_0056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322029437376962082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sdulk3MGniI/AAAAAAAAE_o/RJFWh8B7mPQ/s1600-h/IMG_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sdulk3MGniI/AAAAAAAAE_o/RJFWh8B7mPQ/s320/IMG_0056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322029437376962082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdulkaedU3I/AAAAAAAAE_g/T4dC-0MPJc4/s1600-h/IMG_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdulkaedU3I/AAAAAAAAE_g/T4dC-0MPJc4/s320/IMG_0049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322029429669319538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdunT05nE_I/AAAAAAAAFAw/MTf6aY8s60c/s1600-h/IMG_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdunT05nE_I/AAAAAAAAFAw/MTf6aY8s60c/s320/IMG_0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322031343728006130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Above: Final touches are in place!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Travis came home Sunday night around 5 pm. Austin and I were sitting in the front yard and Austin told him we had a surprise. He said he loves it and the best part was that he didn't have to do any of the work. YEAH! That was exactly how I was hoping he'd feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sdugeuat87I/AAAAAAAAE-Y/K5x-fFZTKnk/s1600-h/IMG_0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sdugeuat87I/AAAAAAAAE-Y/K5x-fFZTKnk/s320/IMG_0124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322023834384987058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Above: Waiting for Daddy Below: Daddy checking out the fire pit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sdulle3XHSI/AAAAAAAAFAA/vLBl3fdxtMI/s1600-h/IMG_0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sdulle3XHSI/AAAAAAAAFAA/vLBl3fdxtMI/s320/IMG_0133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322029448027381026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sdun1CLlEqI/AAAAAAAAFBA/JHpOUZXMF1g/s1600-h/IMG_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sdun1CLlEqI/AAAAAAAAFBA/JHpOUZXMF1g/s320/IMG_0057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322031914228716194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Early Birthday &amp;amp; Anniversary Travis!&lt;br /&gt;(We celebrate 6 years on April 26th!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734218217596870932-679349528483674571?l=austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/feeds/679349528483674571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734218217596870932&amp;postID=679349528483674571&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/679349528483674571?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/679349528483674571?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/2009/04/travis-while-you-were-out-surprise.html' title='Travis&apos; &quot;While You Were Out&quot; Surprise!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473681477720869354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02960991383270978001'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdumkFNWxlI/AAAAAAAAFAQ/xBMzd4AS7Wg/s72-c/IMG_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUENQXo7eyp7ImA9WxVaEE8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734218217596870932.post-913031777746543024</id><published>2009-04-06T10:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T10:21:30.403-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-04-06T10:21:30.403-04:00</app:edited><title>Addison's Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>I am pretty fond of the Sunday company that we've been keeping lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend Travis was out of town with some of the guys from his hike team. They were scouting the trail that they will hike in May. Sunday afternoon, Austin and I went to Palmetto Park to celebrate Addison's 1st Birthday. What a precious little girl, and her parents are pretty great people, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin had a great time playing with the kids and the other Daddies. I think it was an extra blessing for him because he was really missing his Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdoNTFDmvtI/AAAAAAAAE-I/UbLHVS-IH50/s1600-h/IMG_0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdoNTFDmvtI/AAAAAAAAE-I/UbLHVS-IH50/s320/IMG_0112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321580531117637330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdoNS_bmQYI/AAAAAAAAE-A/bTCt9ySo_-s/s1600-h/IMG_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdoNS_bmQYI/AAAAAAAAE-A/bTCt9ySo_-s/s320/IMG_0116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321580529607655810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdoNSmivSYI/AAAAAAAAE94/LBimTD0zU-c/s1600-h/IMG_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdoNSmivSYI/AAAAAAAAE94/LBimTD0zU-c/s320/IMG_0090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321580522926721410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdoNSXNj4VI/AAAAAAAAE9w/8aaLGNRARbQ/s1600-h/IMG_0104_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdoNSXNj4VI/AAAAAAAAE9w/8aaLGNRARbQ/s320/IMG_0104_edited-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321580518811361618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdoNRy8uc4I/AAAAAAAAE9o/Z6bORaLgn7E/s1600-h/IMG_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdoNRy8uc4I/AAAAAAAAE9o/Z6bORaLgn7E/s320/IMG_0082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321580509077074818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734218217596870932-913031777746543024?l=austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/feeds/913031777746543024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734218217596870932&amp;postID=913031777746543024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/913031777746543024?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/913031777746543024?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/2009/04/addisons-birthday-party.html' title='Addison&apos;s Birthday Party'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473681477720869354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02960991383270978001'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdoNTFDmvtI/AAAAAAAAE-I/UbLHVS-IH50/s72-c/IMG_0112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEYMQHs-cSp7ImA9WxVbE0o.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734218217596870932.post-2591824757582927015</id><published>2009-03-29T19:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T20:16:21.559-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-03-29T20:16:21.559-04:00</app:edited><title>Another Beautifully Busy Weekend</title><content type='html'>Whew! I feel like we are running full speed ahead these days! But, we are really having a great time. Okay, so maybe I'm having a few mini-melt-downs of weariness along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin went back to the doctor this week with his 4th or 5th ear infection since last October. So, we are trying some allergy medicine &amp;amp; another round of meds &amp;amp; going back in 2 weeks to be sure they've cleared up. There is a new PA at the Pediatrician's Office, and she was being so kind to check him out. She did say that we may need to go to a specialist. I'm hoping it was just our season for ear aches, and as many doctors as we've seen for me lately..I'm really hopeful that he will not get another one after this. I am sort of thinking it's been a rough fall/winter for everyone catching all kinds of coughs and colds and not being able to shake them for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, that is a boring blong entry. So, I'll get back to the good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked two wedding this weekend (one on Friday and one on Saturday). I did have some fun excitement at the Saturday wedding since about 500 people were parked all over the parking lot for &lt;a href="http://www..thethorn.net/"&gt;The Thorn&lt;/a&gt; and were running all over the building in full makeup and costume. And I'm not talking regular precious little "Jerusalem" people. This may be the most amazing event that I've seen a church produce. This is itense. And was a bit intensely funny to see the combo of wedding &amp;amp; The Thorn charactes all in one place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin had fun hanging out on Saturday morning with Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa. I'm hoping for picturees, but they went for a walk at SeeWee Preserve up in Awendaw &amp;amp; then to Austin's new favorite place: Chik Fil A. Anytime we say it's time to eat, he says: "Chik Fil A. Okay. Eat Pizza. Eat Frieds". The best part is. He doesn't eat pizza. But he eats a ton of fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my wedding we had a bday party at the Vandervers for Sadie who is turning 3 on April 6th. We went back after church to surprise Jason V with his own bday party! (Thanks Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa for taking AJ home for us!) My camera temporarily stopped working. Arg. But, it was a good excuse to shoot w/ Jason V's fancy camera &amp;amp; hoping to get pix from him soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdANwoyBbvI/AAAAAAAAE8c/Rb-ukbNEXpw/s1600-h/IMG_9979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdANwoyBbvI/AAAAAAAAE8c/Rb-ukbNEXpw/s320/IMG_9979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318766289156665074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, we headed to Daniel Island for the Growing Families Alumni Picnic. This was such a great event. Some of the fun was a bit over Austin's head right now. But, they leaders really tried to create some fun family games and we heard a great word of encouragement from Gary &amp;amp; AnnMarie Ezzo. It was  a bit windy for Austin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pages- Lindsey &amp;amp; Andrew brought their entire family. They also had Bumper Man, Bumper Babe, and Bumper Baby t-shirsts w/ their names on them for Andrew's company. So-- cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdANwJeozRI/AAAAAAAAE8M/zx4P4XwexAo/s1600-h/IMG_9975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdANwJeozRI/AAAAAAAAE8M/zx4P4XwexAo/s320/IMG_9975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318766280753859858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Below: (L to R) Travis &amp;amp; Austin, Andrew &amp;amp; Jude Page, Jason &amp;amp; Addison Surratt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdANv96quSI/AAAAAAAAE8E/pQGDcUAkcsU/s1600-h/IMG_9973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdANv96quSI/AAAAAAAAE8E/pQGDcUAkcsU/s320/IMG_9973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318766277650200866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdAOg1RPV_I/AAAAAAAAE8s/qkipq-VjYCs/s1600-h/IMG_9977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdAOg1RPV_I/AAAAAAAAE8s/qkipq-VjYCs/s320/IMG_9977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318767117142546418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Above: Jason, Jenna &amp;amp; Addison Surratt.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, we did make sure to take some Carpenter &amp;amp; Surratt pictures. We know this is obnoxious; but we can be hopeful! We have some of the best friends and it was so nice to get so much time with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdANw_8T7MI/AAAAAAAAE8k/PKeZc20Swgk/s1600-h/IMG_9982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdANw_8T7MI/AAAAAAAAE8k/PKeZc20Swgk/s320/IMG_9982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318766295373835458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay- this is long; but it covered most of the week! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdAOhcUR_eI/AAAAAAAAE80/ttK3BS1OHkc/s1600-h/IMG_9989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdAOhcUR_eI/AAAAAAAAE80/ttK3BS1OHkc/s320/IMG_9989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318767127624285666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734218217596870932-2591824757582927015?l=austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/feeds/2591824757582927015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734218217596870932&amp;postID=2591824757582927015&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/2591824757582927015?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/2591824757582927015?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/2009/03/another-beautifully-busy-weekend.html' title='Another Beautifully Busy Weekend'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473681477720869354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02960991383270978001'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdANwoyBbvI/AAAAAAAAE8c/Rb-ukbNEXpw/s72-c/IMG_9979.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkAERns5fSp7ImA9WxVbEUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734218217596870932.post-4589140069425156556</id><published>2009-03-27T10:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:38:27.525-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-03-27T10:38:27.525-04:00</app:edited><title>Overheard &amp; Friends</title><content type='html'>Some of the things Austin says &amp;amp; does lately that are so precious to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Daddy put on blue shirt". Travis has a plaid blue shirt that Austin has begun associating with Daddy being home &amp;amp; not working. This is precious. He brings Travis the blue shirt &amp;amp; sometimes his slippers when he gets home from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "AJ talking, too. Couch time." Travis and I have "couch time" almost every night when he gets home. We just chat for a few minutes and let Austin play. He does not always like this because he wants us to pay attention to him. But, therein lies the purpose of couch time. It helps him with patience and allowing us to talk without it always being to him. It also helps him know that Mommy &amp;amp; Daddy's relationship is important. Lately, Austin climbs up and sits with us at the end. The other day, I was sitting on the couch as we were playing. He stopped, looked at me, climbed up on another chair, and said "Okay, sure- Mommy talking time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Leads us to "Okay, sure". Austin has conversations with himself that go like this. "AJ read book. Okay?! Sure." or "AJ running. Okay?! Sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Repeating what we say. If I end up on the phone in the car, he will repeat my conversation. Words repeated to date. "Send email." "Okay, call me back." "Chapel" "Driving Car".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. He is also a back seat driver. Tells me to slow down, or says "Whoa Mommy" or "Whoa Trucks" if he thinks people are driving to fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Love for music continues, right now he is in room time making up songs. The only audible word is "Jesus".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. He also has begun to initiate his own prayers. He prays at lunch "Jesus. Food. Today. AMMMEN". and at night he will repeat a prayer with us. Then he launches into trying to name all his grandparens, aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends. He has learned alot of the Pastor's names and talks about them often. He loves stopping by the offices with me to see Pastor Michael who always plays with him. And we still are a bit "awe struck" when we get to see "Mar Mar" (Martin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. He is very into "friends" and seeing "Friends". He particularly talks about Logan as his friend. We met the Stamlers last summer when Dave knocked on our door with Edward Jones. We quickly realized our families clicked and had some great times getting to know them. We are sad that they are moving to CO; but excited for Dave's new job. We will miss Dave, Missy, Logan, and Baby Hayden; but are so thankful for getting the chance to meet them and become friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SczjqhzMPrI/AAAAAAAAE7k/56JQPG8zG7E/s1600-h/IMG_5899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SczjqhzMPrI/AAAAAAAAE7k/56JQPG8zG7E/s320/IMG_5899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317875579784806066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SczjqCUxmSI/AAAAAAAAE7c/62VjdjXiLXA/s1600-h/IMG_5914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SczjqCUxmSI/AAAAAAAAE7c/62VjdjXiLXA/s320/IMG_5914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317875571335731490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sczjp4q4etI/AAAAAAAAE7U/A6-wfStpq24/s1600-h/IMG_5890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sczjp4q4etI/AAAAAAAAE7U/A6-wfStpq24/s320/IMG_5890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317875568744102610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Austin did NOT cooperate with the group picture.  I was so annoyed. I think he just got too tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SczkvnLIDTI/AAAAAAAAE78/cyCprvY_FGA/s1600-h/IMG_5916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SczkvnLIDTI/AAAAAAAAE78/cyCprvY_FGA/s320/IMG_5916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317876766638345522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SczkvbmphxI/AAAAAAAAE70/89tpNlpXWi0/s1600-h/IMG_5905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SczkvbmphxI/AAAAAAAAE70/89tpNlpXWi0/s320/IMG_5905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317876763532560146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734218217596870932-4589140069425156556?l=austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/feeds/4589140069425156556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734218217596870932&amp;postID=4589140069425156556&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/4589140069425156556?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/4589140069425156556?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/2009/03/overheard-friends.html' title='Overheard &amp; Friends'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473681477720869354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02960991383270978001'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SczjqhzMPrI/AAAAAAAAE7k/56JQPG8zG7E/s72-c/IMG_5899.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEAGQHkyfip7ImA9WxVbE0o.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734218217596870932.post-4198237626670611738</id><published>2009-03-23T20:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T20:25:21.796-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-03-29T20:25:21.796-04:00</app:edited><title>More Pictures of Austin &amp; Logan &amp; Walk for Water</title><content type='html'>Austin has started to initiate saying prayers or praying on his own. This is how his prayer goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jesus. Thank for today. For food. For ____________ (fill in blank)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually it trails into Mommeeee, Dadeeee.... then into all his grandparents, his aunts (he isn't so good w/ the unlces yet without us reminding him) and then he usually says "Logan". And if we say, we are going to see some friends. He says "Okay. Sure. See Logan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, cute. And so sad since they left for Colorado two days ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few more pictures from last weekend that were on my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdAQ3oQXg_I/AAAAAAAAE9c/Wj0kyChuwNk/s1600-h/IMG_9931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdAQ3oQXg_I/AAAAAAAAE9c/Wj0kyChuwNk/s320/IMG_9931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318769707809473522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdAQ3WuHp-I/AAAAAAAAE9U/RR66mS8mZjs/s1600-h/IMG_9910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdAQ3WuHp-I/AAAAAAAAE9U/RR66mS8mZjs/s320/IMG_9910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318769703102425058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdAQ3MUNoDI/AAAAAAAAE9M/dzqVUiIfM7c/s1600-h/IMG_9901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdAQ3MUNoDI/AAAAAAAAE9M/dzqVUiIfM7c/s320/IMG_9901.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318769700309409842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Austin making bracelets for the missions to use to share about Jesus to the people they give water to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdAQ3E3zD-I/AAAAAAAAE9E/LDeCje9LRJQ/s1600-h/IMG_9893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdAQ3E3zD-I/AAAAAAAAE9E/LDeCje9LRJQ/s320/IMG_9893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318769698311180258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is Austin hugging the Piggly Wiggly Pig. So glad he liked him. Disney....? Anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdAQ2kGv9kI/AAAAAAAAE88/poxx6RdxXjw/s1600-h/IMG_9890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdAQ2kGv9kI/AAAAAAAAE88/poxx6RdxXjw/s320/IMG_9890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318769689515521602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734218217596870932-4198237626670611738?l=austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/feeds/4198237626670611738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734218217596870932&amp;postID=4198237626670611738&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/4198237626670611738?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/4198237626670611738?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-pictures-of-austin-logan-walk-for.html' title='More Pictures of Austin &amp; Logan &amp; Walk for Water'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473681477720869354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02960991383270978001'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SdAQ3oQXg_I/AAAAAAAAE9c/Wj0kyChuwNk/s72-c/IMG_9931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkEARns_fip7ImA9WxVUGEk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734218217596870932.post-2993154767114171324</id><published>2009-03-23T15:47:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:37:27.546-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-03-23T16:37:27.546-04:00</app:edited><title>Walk for Water Event!</title><content type='html'>Wow- What a weekend!Our main event was the Water Missions Walk for Water! I am still waiting to see the final total that they post from this event; but the online fundraising page said the total raised to help people was over $41,000!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Travis &amp;amp; I were so blessed by everyone who helped sponsor us. We are still getting donations today online &amp;amp; in person. But, our family was able to raise $1245.00! Thank you so much for being a part of this day! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Scfo0mBVf4I/AAAAAAAAE6U/th7medA7518/s1600-h/IMG_5674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Scfo0mBVf4I/AAAAAAAAE6U/th7medA7518/s320/IMG_5674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316473875391152002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are some basic facts about the water crisis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*1.1 billion people around the world lack access to safe drinking water.&lt;br /&gt;*As many as 25,000 people die every day from waterborne diseases as a result of drinking dirty,&lt;br /&gt;contaminated water.&lt;br /&gt;* Every 15 seconds a child under the age of five dies from a water-related illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/ScfwalBppjI/AAAAAAAAE6c/1oCcRi46gfA/s1600-h/IMG_5684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/ScfwalBppjI/AAAAAAAAE6c/1oCcRi46gfA/s320/IMG_5684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316482224540460594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Scfo0cE-VUI/AAAAAAAAE6M/50R30GZPQfQ/s1600-h/IMG_5694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Scfo0cE-VUI/AAAAAAAAE6M/50R30GZPQfQ/s320/IMG_5694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316473872722056514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.watermissions.org"&gt;Water Missions Internationa&lt;/a&gt;l is working to provide several sources of tangible help in communities all over the world that are part of those staggering statistics. They focus on community development, sanitation needs, actual water purification systems, and ministries that can present the "living water" message about the love of Jesus for all of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Scfoz_k_snI/AAAAAAAAE6E/CI8M100HZlo/s1600-h/IMG_5680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Scfoz_k_snI/AAAAAAAAE6E/CI8M100HZlo/s320/IMG_5680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316473865071735410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The walk was a 3.5 mile walk. Half way through, you could stop &amp;amp; fill a bucket to emulate what so many people around the world experience of carrying water for miles each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/ScfoYd9ZX4I/AAAAAAAAE58/vaPTOd9rzg0/s1600-h/IMG_5671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/ScfoYd9ZX4I/AAAAAAAAE58/vaPTOd9rzg0/s320/IMG_5671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316473392190807938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom is holding the Nigerian flag below. Our family, the Abayas, are the country directors for Nigeria. This was very special to honor them &amp;amp; the work God is doing there. Also, the flags were donated in honor of my Grandma Bailey! Amazing to see God's work all over the world represented here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/ScfoXhGZHLI/AAAAAAAAE50/fSbwxDdz-6Q/s1600-h/IMG_5658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/ScfoXhGZHLI/AAAAAAAAE50/fSbwxDdz-6Q/s320/IMG_5658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316473375853976754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/ScfwbyqqRlI/AAAAAAAAE60/zZLdWB1TXDc/s1600-h/IMG_5766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/ScfwbyqqRlI/AAAAAAAAE60/zZLdWB1TXDc/s320/IMG_5766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316482245381998162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/ScfwbQzDNBI/AAAAAAAAE6s/KVZMTjWHAVI/s1600-h/IMG_5780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/ScfwbQzDNBI/AAAAAAAAE6s/KVZMTjWHAVI/s320/IMG_5780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316482236290380818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/ScfwbNYJUpI/AAAAAAAAE6k/516yM3ek2gc/s1600-h/IMG_5782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/ScfwbNYJUpI/AAAAAAAAE6k/516yM3ek2gc/s320/IMG_5782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316482235372229266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/ScfoXQD9xGI/AAAAAAAAE5s/9YNp0x98iNY/s1600-h/IMG_5797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/ScfoXQD9xGI/AAAAAAAAE5s/9YNp0x98iNY/s320/IMG_5797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316473371280393314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Austin loved the Piggly Wiggly Pig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/ScfoW66WN5I/AAAAAAAAE5k/PXOYcO4Psy8/s1600-h/IMG_5846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/ScfoW66WN5I/AAAAAAAAE5k/PXOYcO4Psy8/s320/IMG_5846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316473365602908050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/ScfyafeIpnI/AAAAAAAAE7M/mUDk21cieHM/s1600-h/IMG_5666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/ScfyafeIpnI/AAAAAAAAE7M/mUDk21cieHM/s320/IMG_5666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316484422072575602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/ScfyafeIpnI/AAAAAAAAE7M/mUDk21cieHM/s1600-h/IMG_5666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/ScfyafeIpnI/AAAAAAAAE7M/mUDk21cieHM/s320/IMG_5666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316484422072575602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/ScfyZKBFniI/AAAAAAAAE68/gz-j3-WeVFc/s1600-h/IMG_5697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/ScfyZKBFniI/AAAAAAAAE68/gz-j3-WeVFc/s320/IMG_5697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316484399133728290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/ScfoWrYn-iI/AAAAAAAAE5c/wotU8JqMLr4/s1600-h/IMG_5662.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734218217596870932-2993154767114171324?l=austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/feeds/2993154767114171324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734218217596870932&amp;postID=2993154767114171324&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/2993154767114171324?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/2993154767114171324?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/2009/03/walk-for-water-event.html' title='Walk for Water Event!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473681477720869354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02960991383270978001'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Scfo0mBVf4I/AAAAAAAAE6U/th7medA7518/s72-c/IMG_5674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkcCR34zeCp7ImA9WxVUEkQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734218217596870932.post-1601012711948201262</id><published>2009-03-17T08:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T08:47:46.080-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-03-17T08:47:46.080-04:00</app:edited><title>Water for Life Fundraiser</title><content type='html'>This month is the annual Water for Life Walk for &lt;a href="http://www.watermissions.org/"&gt;Water Missions&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travis and I are trying to raise 1000 dollars by Saturday. Our goal was to ask for 100 people to give $10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our &lt;a href="http://firstgiving.com/travisandjesscarpenter"&gt;page&lt;/a&gt;. We'll be walking as a family this weekend to raise awareness.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sb-bkaV7PdI/AAAAAAAAE5U/3OkQwW5pFys/s1600-h/IMG_9600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sb-bkaV7PdI/AAAAAAAAE5U/3OkQwW5pFys/s320/IMG_9600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314137135169355218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.firstgiving.com/travisandjesscarpenter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More info on Water Missions at www.watermissions.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being a part. These are some recent pictures from our visit to Water Missions with Travis' Dad and StepMom in February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sb-aW5eAaiI/AAAAAAAAE5E/xFA17QNg6dk/s1600-h/IMG_9596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sb-aW5eAaiI/AAAAAAAAE5E/xFA17QNg6dk/s320/IMG_9596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314135803494951458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sb-aWlgX0OI/AAAAAAAAE48/ly79X3wVDA0/s1600-h/IMG_9595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sb-aWlgX0OI/AAAAAAAAE48/ly79X3wVDA0/s320/IMG_9595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314135798136164578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734218217596870932-1601012711948201262?l=austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/feeds/1601012711948201262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734218217596870932&amp;postID=1601012711948201262&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/1601012711948201262?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/1601012711948201262?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/2009/03/water-for-life-fundraiser.html' title='Water for Life Fundraiser'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473681477720869354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02960991383270978001'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sb-bkaV7PdI/AAAAAAAAE5U/3OkQwW5pFys/s72-c/IMG_9600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Ck8HRHo6eyp7ImA9WxVUEUs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734218217596870932.post-905063827431287153</id><published>2009-03-15T19:14:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T19:47:15.413-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-03-15T19:47:15.413-04:00</app:edited><title>"Friends"</title><content type='html'>We are constantly laughing at the things Austin says these days. Travis was getting him ready to meet me at church (I was working a wedding) and told him that we were going to see some friends and see more people at church and after church. He also reminded him it's polite to shake hands. So, on the way to our friends house that night, Austin was talking to himself in the back seat and repeated a couple times: "See Friends. Shake Hands. Give Fives."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is with the big kids. I have been in an amazing Women's BibleStudy/SmallGroup through our church for the last few months. My small group leader, Cori, had a get together last night so all our families could meet. Her son, (Little) Reggie, was so precious. He was so joyfully taking care of all the kids. What a sweet heart! Austin adored him. They were watching his current favorite movie- Cars (minus the scene with the fireworks at the beginning. Still scares him.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sb2TB3lcolI/AAAAAAAAE40/mA0XIe7X8L8/s1600-h/IMG_9814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sb2TB3lcolI/AAAAAAAAE40/mA0XIe7X8L8/s320/IMG_9814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313564795677221458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sb2TBrAFv-I/AAAAAAAAE4s/D7J97TAB4_0/s1600-h/IMG_9813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sb2TBrAFv-I/AAAAAAAAE4s/D7J97TAB4_0/s320/IMG_9813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313564792299306978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually posting  a picture from my b-day of my small group. This group has really been put together by God's grace and we are doing Beth Moore's Daniel study. I have been so challenged by God through these ladies.  I'll post an update later about my health stuff in Jan/Feb; but these were the ladies texting me scripture verse during my MRI a few weeks ago (which came back w/o any problems). But, I can't do the group justice in writing. It's just a gift from God, truly. (I only took one pix &amp;amp; didn't realize that Merlyn's hand was in her face.. Makes me sad &amp;amp; we were missing Emmie!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sb2QTxjh53I/AAAAAAAAE3k/-ObxYfB39-4/s1600-h/IMG_9607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sb2QTxjh53I/AAAAAAAAE3k/-ObxYfB39-4/s320/IMG_9607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313561804761327474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Sunday, we celebrated sweet Jude's 1st Bday with Lindsey, Andrew, and Roman. Lindsay rocked an amazing spread of food and cakes and desserts. Jude had a blast smashing his cake!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sb2RLKFq9II/AAAAAAAAE30/nqJHJbihde0/s1600-h/IMG_9857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sb2RLKFq9II/AAAAAAAAE30/nqJHJbihde0/s320/IMG_9857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313562756239783042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sb2RLVR3dCI/AAAAAAAAE38/hBxEzcxRMQQ/s1600-h/IMG_9838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sb2RLVR3dCI/AAAAAAAAE38/hBxEzcxRMQQ/s320/IMG_9838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313562759243723810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sb2RpUiAFwI/AAAAAAAAE4U/s-MltX-LU1k/s1600-h/IMG_9835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sb2RpUiAFwI/AAAAAAAAE4U/s-MltX-LU1k/s320/IMG_9835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313563274439038722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sb2R_RjYY1I/AAAAAAAAE4k/qXMzsTmxwaU/s1600-h/IMG_9865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sb2R_RjYY1I/AAAAAAAAE4k/qXMzsTmxwaU/s320/IMG_9865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313563651596641106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went right into this jump castle with his future wife, Addison Surratt. (Don't tell them that their Moms are trying to arrange a future union- or we know it'll never work. But, it never hurts to pray bout it!) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sb2R_Ot3v7I/AAAAAAAAE4c/OOrO1aHeA98/s1600-h/IMG_9820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sb2R_Ot3v7I/AAAAAAAAE4c/OOrO1aHeA98/s320/IMG_9820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313563650835333042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't she adorable? She is always smiling! She'll be 1 next month &amp;amp; she's alreayd running all by herself. So sweet! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sb2RKz4im1I/AAAAAAAAE3s/m_2rgxtBQTE/s1600-h/IMG_9818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sb2RKz4im1I/AAAAAAAAE3s/m_2rgxtBQTE/s320/IMG_9818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313562750279129938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sb2RLgUVPqI/AAAAAAAAE4E/dSkQpkOzdlg/s1600-h/IMG_9843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sb2RLgUVPqI/AAAAAAAAE4E/dSkQpkOzdlg/s320/IMG_9843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313562762206854818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sb2RL23uuFI/AAAAAAAAE4M/jy_r_50t6Ks/s1600-h/IMG_9833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sb2RL23uuFI/AAAAAAAAE4M/jy_r_50t6Ks/s320/IMG_9833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313562768260905042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734218217596870932-905063827431287153?l=austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/feeds/905063827431287153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734218217596870932&amp;postID=905063827431287153&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/905063827431287153?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/905063827431287153?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/2009/03/friends.html' title='&quot;Friends&quot;'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473681477720869354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02960991383270978001'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/Sb2TB3lcolI/AAAAAAAAE40/mA0XIe7X8L8/s72-c/IMG_9814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0QFQnk6fip7ImA9WxVVGE0.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734218217596870932.post-3607275242457096939</id><published>2009-03-11T15:47:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T15:55:13.716-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-03-11T15:55:13.716-04:00</app:edited><title>Grandmother's Visit</title><content type='html'>Travis' Mom, aka Grandmother, came down on the Amtrak for the weekend. We were so excited to have our first nice weekend of weather for her visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of our favorite pictures from the weekend. Austin had so much fun playing with Grandmother and showing her all the new things he can do &amp;amp; say. We went to the Fire Museum, the Outlets, the Beach, and Charlestowne Landing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travis &amp;amp; I also snuck in a date night; but ,of course, we forgot to take a picture of the two of us!O Oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SbgWWuVd9QI/AAAAAAAAE3E/GZVlqzqLyWY/s1600-h/IMG_8798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SbgWWuVd9QI/AAAAAAAAE3E/GZVlqzqLyWY/s320/IMG_8798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312020340134507778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SbgWWGfK3_I/AAAAAAAAE28/PHf4Z0Rq5yQ/s1600-h/DSC00169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SbgWWGfK3_I/AAAAAAAAE28/PHf4Z0Rq5yQ/s320/DSC00169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312020329437782002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SbgWVrlQjtI/AAAAAAAAE20/viwkVbzqTBA/s1600-h/DSC00184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SbgWVrlQjtI/AAAAAAAAE20/viwkVbzqTBA/s320/DSC00184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312020322215562962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SbgWUwZ6pcI/AAAAAAAAE2s/b_J1YUKc7ko/s1600-h/DSC00139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SbgWUwZ6pcI/AAAAAAAAE2s/b_J1YUKc7ko/s320/DSC00139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312020306330297794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SbgWyS5coCI/AAAAAAAAE3c/ef9DY4pxOCQ/s1600-h/IMG_9705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SbgWyS5coCI/AAAAAAAAE3c/ef9DY4pxOCQ/s320/IMG_9705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312020813805559842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SbgWyMnv4RI/AAAAAAAAE3U/NHuGB2gQNuQ/s1600-h/IMG_9789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SbgWyMnv4RI/AAAAAAAAE3U/NHuGB2gQNuQ/s320/IMG_9789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312020812120711442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734218217596870932-3607275242457096939?l=austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/feeds/3607275242457096939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734218217596870932&amp;postID=3607275242457096939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/3607275242457096939?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/3607275242457096939?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/2009/03/grandmothers-visit.html' title='Grandmother&apos;s Visit'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473681477720869354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02960991383270978001'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SbgWWuVd9QI/AAAAAAAAE3E/GZVlqzqLyWY/s72-c/IMG_8798.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkcERXo-fSp7ImA9WxVVF0Q.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734218217596870932.post-1147970087871974243</id><published>2009-03-11T14:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T15:00:04.455-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2009-03-11T15:00:04.455-04:00</app:edited><title>Well. Hello Blog World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SbgKD2XG6MI/AAAAAAAAE2k/vFS34PPh_oI/s1600-h/IMG_8868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SbgKD2XG6MI/AAAAAAAAE2k/vFS34PPh_oI/s320/IMG_8868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312006821731821762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... I've decided to start blogging again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be the weather. I'm pretty sure I have that seasonal disorder where one becomes rather depressed during the winter. I just don't like to be cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I know we may still have a few more hiccups in cold-land before we are fully complaining about the humidity. But, it's 70 degrees and I'm in shorts and there are flowers in my front yard and I feel like blogging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we have had a great few months! I just was feeling bombarded by the blog and keeping up with it. Think I have a few new goals with taking pictures this year- hopefully, taking less or deleting them or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, anyhow! We are back! I might be changing this up or writing my own blog more often. And I definitely can't write in a pretend Austin voice anymore. I can only write what he says which is a lot these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734218217596870932-1147970087871974243?l=austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/feeds/1147970087871974243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734218217596870932&amp;postID=1147970087871974243&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/1147970087871974243?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/1147970087871974243?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-hello-blog-world.html' title='Well. Hello Blog World'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473681477720869354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02960991383270978001'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SbgKD2XG6MI/AAAAAAAAE2k/vFS34PPh_oI/s72-c/IMG_8868.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DE4HRnY-cCp7ImA9WxRaE0Q.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734218217596870932.post-5457404547201879360</id><published>2008-12-15T22:01:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:08:57.858-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2008-12-15T22:08:57.858-05:00</app:edited><title>Dec 14- Mount Pleasant Parade</title><content type='html'>We went to the Mount Pleasant Parade with my parents and some friends from church and their new baby, Tabitha! It was really a great time.. Austin was not so thrilled with the fireworks at the beginning! In fact, suprisingly, he ended up in my lap instead of Grandpa or Daddy's lap. Sort of strange. He really liked the lights and was telling us what everything is- "Reindeer on car" and "Fire truck". He loved waving at Santa on the fire truck. Even though he sitll doesn't get the concept of Santa too well!. It was fun, and a lot longer than we anticipated. I just love going to this kind of thing with Austin. He is so excited and says "Wow" and "Oh my" continually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUca0noKmjI/AAAAAAAAEzc/2NhfKCXOIos/s1600-h/IMG_0500_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUca0noKmjI/AAAAAAAAEzc/2NhfKCXOIos/s320/IMG_0500_edited-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280218579408165426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcajlhgUnI/AAAAAAAAEzU/HCf3ot7Pxpk/s1600-h/IMG_0564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcajlhgUnI/AAAAAAAAEzU/HCf3ot7Pxpk/s320/IMG_0564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280218286785581682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Travis &amp;amp; I took to dancing on the sidewalk to some good Christmas music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcajV0n3JI/AAAAAAAAEzM/4X_F3HoKpVE/s1600-h/IMG_0513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcajV0n3JI/AAAAAAAAEzM/4X_F3HoKpVE/s320/IMG_0513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280218282570800274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is during the fireworks...He's not so thrilled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcai3IMfII/AAAAAAAAEzE/kkWDFX0x2pw/s1600-h/IMG_0496_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcai3IMfII/AAAAAAAAEzE/kkWDFX0x2pw/s320/IMG_0496_edited-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280218274331393154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adam &amp;amp; Kim and Baby Tabitha. Adam is Travis' small group leader &amp;amp; I actually coordinated their wedding almost 2 years ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcaiGb9_2I/AAAAAAAAEy0/NY0OQOm-nhU/s1600-h/IMG_0486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcaiGb9_2I/AAAAAAAAEy0/NY0OQOm-nhU/s320/IMG_0486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280218261260992354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcaiX5dhlI/AAAAAAAAEy8/bMTEMrW2dDQ/s1600-h/IMG_0487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcaiX5dhlI/AAAAAAAAEy8/bMTEMrW2dDQ/s320/IMG_0487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280218265948096082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This what happens when you ask him to "smile". We had to bribe him with cookies &amp;amp; more time with Grandpa to get him to take pictures with us. But, I think he's catching on. As long as we show him the picture after we take it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734218217596870932-5457404547201879360?l=austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/feeds/5457404547201879360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734218217596870932&amp;postID=5457404547201879360&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/5457404547201879360?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/5457404547201879360?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/2008/12/dec-14-mount-pleasant-parade.html' title='Dec 14- Mount Pleasant Parade'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473681477720869354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02960991383270978001'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUca0noKmjI/AAAAAAAAEzc/2NhfKCXOIos/s72-c/IMG_0500_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEMMRHs4cSp7ImA9WxRaE0Q.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734218217596870932.post-930285660078546098</id><published>2008-12-15T21:56:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T22:01:25.539-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2008-12-15T22:01:25.539-05:00</app:edited><title>Dec 8-9 Eating Apples, Hot Chocolate &amp; Trains</title><content type='html'>Austin decided to try to eat an apple like his Daddy does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcZ5k0sOFI/AAAAAAAAEys/C2fgN05q3_I/s1600-h/IMG_0471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcZ5k0sOFI/AAAAAAAAEys/C2fgN05q3_I/s320/IMG_0471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280217565043112018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also really likes the cookie cutters that his Grandmother got him last year. They are shaped like Trains &amp;amp; Tractors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcZUDJ6VRI/AAAAAAAAEyU/bQ1BhmjBJdw/s1600-h/IMG_0360_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcZUDJ6VRI/AAAAAAAAEyU/bQ1BhmjBJdw/s320/IMG_0360_edited-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280216920350151954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And now that he is somewhat posing for pictures, this is what he does when I ask him to pose-covers up his face with something he's holding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcZTiMkTJI/AAAAAAAAEyM/9JXrVtwawEM/s1600-h/IMG_0463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcZTiMkTJI/AAAAAAAAEyM/9JXrVtwawEM/s320/IMG_0463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280216911502920850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734218217596870932-930285660078546098?l=austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/feeds/930285660078546098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734218217596870932&amp;postID=930285660078546098&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/930285660078546098?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/930285660078546098?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/2008/12/dec-8-9-eating-apples-hot-chocolate.html' title='Dec 8-9 Eating Apples, Hot Chocolate &amp; Trains'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473681477720869354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02960991383270978001'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcZ5k0sOFI/AAAAAAAAEys/C2fgN05q3_I/s72-c/IMG_0471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEUEQng9eyp7ImA9WxRaE0Q.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734218217596870932.post-4393881215098196546</id><published>2008-12-15T21:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:56:43.663-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2008-12-15T21:56:43.663-05:00</app:edited><title>Dec 7- Live Nativity at Sunrise Presbyterian</title><content type='html'>Growing up in Ohio, I never imagined taking my child to a Live Nativity at the beach. But, we did!!!! Woo Hoo! It was so great! So fun. I liked the donkey! It was really cute &amp;amp; Sunrise did a great job. It was pretty chilly outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcYdNnPJwI/AAAAAAAAEx0/Ctot-TcypuY/s1600-h/IMG_0438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcYdNnPJwI/AAAAAAAAEx0/Ctot-TcypuY/s320/IMG_0438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280215978264700674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcYcrxj6JI/AAAAAAAAExs/6rzZyLmswWU/s1600-h/IMG_0434_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcYcrxj6JI/AAAAAAAAExs/6rzZyLmswWU/s320/IMG_0434_edited-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280215969181198482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcYwSd2y2I/AAAAAAAAEyE/UUf9ym7GDjs/s1600-h/IMG_0460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcYwSd2y2I/AAAAAAAAEyE/UUf9ym7GDjs/s320/IMG_0460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280216305985047394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734218217596870932-4393881215098196546?l=austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/feeds/4393881215098196546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734218217596870932&amp;postID=4393881215098196546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/4393881215098196546?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/4393881215098196546?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/2008/12/dec-7-live-nativity-at-sunrise.html' title='Dec 7- Live Nativity at Sunrise Presbyterian'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473681477720869354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02960991383270978001'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcYdNnPJwI/AAAAAAAAEx0/Ctot-TcypuY/s72-c/IMG_0438.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0AHSHg4eip7ImA9WxRaE0Q.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734218217596870932.post-915545446124210637</id><published>2008-12-15T21:24:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:48:59.632-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2008-12-15T21:48:59.632-05:00</app:edited><title>"Helping" Decorate</title><content type='html'>The day after we returned from Virginia, Austin joined me at Seacoast to help decorate the Chapel. Pastor Michael &amp;amp; Pastor Josh helped entertain Austin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcSc5SGgDI/AAAAAAAAEwM/jst8G3GlZKo/s1600-h/IMG_0341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcSc5SGgDI/AAAAAAAAEwM/jst8G3GlZKo/s200/IMG_0341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280209375737577522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we began with the nativities. Mine is the Willow Tree &amp;amp; Austin's is Fisher Price courtesy of our own "Uncle" Byron who used to work for FP. Austin also loved getting out the Thomas Kinkade music box and touching and counting trees. He is also playing with his Advent House below. He also helped me get out all the Spode Christmas China &amp;amp; the Snowmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcTopid7AI/AAAAAAAAEw0/aqsS3ccTEHQ/s1600-h/IMG_0367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcTopid7AI/AAAAAAAAEw0/aqsS3ccTEHQ/s200/IMG_0367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280210677181312002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcTpM-7nGI/AAAAAAAAEw8/L06CYZxf010/s1600-h/IMG_0357_edited-1.JPG"&gt;        &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcTpM-7nGI/AAAAAAAAEw8/L06CYZxf010/s200/IMG_0357_edited-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280210686695939170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcSeMir0OI/AAAAAAAAEwk/9tslkgIE5wg/s1600-h/IMG_0380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcSeMir0OI/AAAAAAAAEwk/9tslkgIE5wg/s200/IMG_0380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280209398087274722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next, we moved onto picking out a tree. Travis picked out a great tree! We decided to go for the Icicle lights again, and I realized it's amazing how what once seemed a bit tacky becomes really amazing to a little boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcTp5tFb5I/AAAAAAAAExM/iN48m7szfD8/s1600-h/IMG_0410.JPG"&gt;                        &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcTpthA0_I/AAAAAAAAExE/kn9mcZKmqJ8/s1600-h/IMG_0406_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcTpthA0_I/AAAAAAAAExE/kn9mcZKmqJ8/s200/IMG_0406_edited-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280210695428822002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcTqZUZUaI/AAAAAAAAExU/-cCkWw_zs_c/s1600-h/IMG_0420.JPG"&gt;    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcTp5tFb5I/AAAAAAAAExM/iN48m7szfD8/s1600-h/IMG_0410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcTp5tFb5I/AAAAAAAAExM/iN48m7szfD8/s200/IMG_0410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280210698700681106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcUwlsC5wI/AAAAAAAAExc/mPQ2Qn6w4Ac/s1600-h/IMG_0392.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcUwlsC5wI/AAAAAAAAExc/mPQ2Qn6w4Ac/s1600-h/IMG_0392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcUwlsC5wI/AAAAAAAAExc/mPQ2Qn6w4Ac/s200/IMG_0392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280211913098323714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcTqZUZUaI/AAAAAAAAExU/-cCkWw_zs_c/s1600-h/IMG_0420.JPG"&gt; He also helped with the candles!&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcTqZUZUaI/AAAAAAAAExU/-cCkWw_zs_c/s200/IMG_0420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280210707187061154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcUw1r_8fI/AAAAAAAAExk/Q7O0OhRAnyU/s1600-h/IMG_0425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcUw1r_8fI/AAAAAAAAExk/Q7O0OhRAnyU/s200/IMG_0425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280211917393097202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcUwlsC5wI/AAAAAAAAExc/mPQ2Qn6w4Ac/s1600-h/IMG_0392.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7734218217596870932-915545446124210637?l=austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/feeds/915545446124210637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7734218217596870932&amp;postID=915545446124210637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/915545446124210637?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7734218217596870932/posts/default/915545446124210637?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://austinjamescarpenter.blogspot.com/2008/12/helping-decorate.html' title='&quot;Helping&quot; Decorate'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05473681477720869354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02960991383270978001'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SMj8BYXK_M/SUcSc5SGgDI/AAAAAAAAEwM/jst8G3GlZKo/s72-c/IMG_0341.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkUASHsyeSp7ImA9WxRaE0Q.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7734218217596870932.post-3421199884563469144</id><published>2008-12-15T21:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:24:09.591-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2008-12-15T21:24:09.591-05:00</app:edited><title>Okay...</title><content type='html'>I'm so far behind that I am just going to start where we are. I am about 400 pictures deep from our adventure to Richmond &amp;amp; Clarksville, VA. We had a fabulous time, and I plan to tell you about it. All 9 Days of it... BUT... until I get the 400 pictures into a small folder of favorites.... I'm moving forward... and will start slowing working backward too. Please Lewickis &amp;amp; Carpenters- I promise I'll post soon. I just can't get any further behind &amp;amp; need to start somewhere! WHEW! And since I actually did pilates for the first time for more than 2 minutes tonight, I think I'm turninig over a new leaf and relaxed enough to try to post again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....here we go. This is what we've been doing while trying to get the house ready for Christmas.  I must say- it's a lot harder with a 2 year old to decorate; but it is a lot more fun! We have a beautiful advent Wooden home from Grandmother (T's mom). I am so afraid Austin will lose the animals. But, he's doing okay right now and keeping them safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin is working on being a helper. His first full sentence last week was "I see airplane outside". Yes, my friends, gone are the days of "me" being an airplane or even an "air-me". Our little man is growing up! He is really having some issues with hearing the word "no". So a lot of my time right now is spent on that. Maybe that is why I'm not blogging? 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