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In the Words of Solomon, Twenty One:Twenty One</description><link>http://amymiddleton.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Amy Middleton)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>181</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/DXrh" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/dxrh" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>blogspot/DXrh</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16362673.post-7133272031516450593</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Apr 2010 02:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-14T22:57:06.313-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thoughts</category><title>Just Keep Going</title><description>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; do when something you have been believing for hasn't happened or seems to end in disappointment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just keep going. Life goes on. Baby steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must remember: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;His Grace IS Sufficient.&lt;/span&gt; When things don't go they way you want or expect, don't forget God is the author of our story, and tests our motives. His Grace is sufficient. &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/quicksearch/?quicksearch=grace+is+sufficient&amp;amp;qs_version=NIV"&gt;2 Corinthians 12:9.&lt;/a&gt; We need to believe that not only will we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;make it&lt;/span&gt;, but when we are in God's Will we will not only survive in it, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thrive&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that has been swirling around in my head is something  Pastor Mark Batterson says all the time: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't put a period where God  puts a comma, and don't put a comma where God puts a period.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just keep going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16362673-7133272031516450593?l=amymiddleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/DXrh/~4/Yh4SXQQI1uU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/DXrh/~3/Yh4SXQQI1uU/just-keep-going.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy Middleton)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://amymiddleton.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-keep-going.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16362673.post-8011586040001743255</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Apr 2010 01:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-11T22:10:03.551-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Family Small Group</category><title>Being Intentional</title><description>There are so many thing we need to be intentional on, our relationship with God, being a good friend, keeping marriage lively, raising non-mediocre kids, and the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One area that has been on my heart a lot recently is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; being intentional to have a Christ- Centered Family. &lt;/span&gt;We can not just say we have a Christian home because we go to church, and Ross and I happen to be pastors. I went to the Focus on the Family Parenting Conference a few months ago, where I realized we need to be more intentional in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;changing the culture in our homes for Christ&lt;/span&gt;, not just outside our homes, hoping that rubs off on the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We as parents have to take responsibility to change in the home and spiritually develop our kids&lt;/span&gt;, not just hope that they get it from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;an average of under 30 hrs a year &lt;/span&gt;in Sunday school or going to youth group.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Mom's and Dad's are 2-3x's more influential than church programs.&lt;/span&gt; (which on a ministry side note, makes me realize we need to be spending more time, energy and resources in equipping parents to be able to have faith in the home) &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Deut%206:1-20&amp;amp;version=NIV"&gt;Deut. 6:1-20&lt;/a&gt; really addresses our role as parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To being changing the culture in your home we need to know, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you can't pass something on to your kids, that you don't have yourself. &lt;/span&gt;61% of Churched teens don't got to church after 20- the #1 reason: Hypocracy. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you live what you say you believe behind closed doors?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are trying to start a new tradition as a family, we call it: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday Night Lights&lt;/span&gt; (well, I call it  that, Ross just laughs) :) We try, at least 1x a month to do a  small group bible study as a family. Originally the goal was to do it  every week, but that was near impossible to be consistent because of  schedules and random things popping up, so we have resolved to 1x a  month. Glad to say we're on month 3, and it seems to be going good &amp;amp; the boys get excited about it! This  isn't the only way we are trying to do to place Christ at the center of  our home, but one of many. Another thing we do every night is read a  bible story with the kids. FYI: So far my 2 fav. kids bibles are &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Favorite-Bible-Storybook-Early-Readers/dp/1403719209/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1271036690&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;This  One&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Jesus-Storybook-Bible-Every-Whispers/dp/0310708257/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1271036773&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;This  One&lt;/a&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some things we've done so far:&lt;br /&gt;Ross and I rotate leading each time. The elements we try to have each time are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Worship, Bible Story, Illustration, Scripture Memory, Prayer.&lt;/span&gt; We keep it simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st Sunday Night Lights we Read and Reenacted the story about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David and Goliath&lt;/span&gt;. It was hilarious how into it the boys got with their swords, pretend sling shots and knocking daddy-Goliath down! They learned: God always wins his battles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd we read about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Elijah and the prophets of Baal&lt;/span&gt;. We actually went outside and had 2 clay flower pots, put paper in them, got one wet and left one dry. We showed how God lit Elijah's sacrifice on fire, but the prophets couldn't get their god to do it. They LOVED the fire, lol. They learned: God is most powerful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd we read &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jonah&lt;/span&gt;, I put a big blanket on me, and when Jonah was thrown out of the boat during the reading, I "swam" up to the boys and swallowed them in the blanket, they had to say "sorry for running away" to get out. Needless to say, it was a hit. :) They learned: Never run away from God, and Obey God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, as a parent, need as much help as I can get, and want to share what I'm trying out. I would love to hear your ideas too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16362673-8011586040001743255?l=amymiddleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/DXrh/~4/UhQhM5HpzRk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/DXrh/~3/UhQhM5HpzRk/being-intentional.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy Middleton)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://amymiddleton.blogspot.com/2010/04/being-intentional.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16362673.post-1171171016802021238</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Apr 2010 03:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-05T23:17:13.489-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><title>Bedtime Battles</title><description>We are into a new phase in our house... we affectionately have deemed it "bedtime battles". The boys are GREAT sleepers, I am so thankful for that... but actually &lt;i&gt;getting&lt;/i&gt; them to sleep is getting harder and harder, this is new for us. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would love any advice... here is what happens:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a consistent routine, starting at 7 or 7:30 we bathe, brush teeth, get p.j.'s on,  pick out a book and a bible story to read, pray and sing a few songs together. That generally goes smoothly. &lt;b&gt;Then the lights go out, and the battles begin...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aiden is having the hardest time. Eli is usually pretty calm and quiet, unless Aiden tells him to do something naughty. We have 2 simple rules- &lt;b&gt;1. stay in bed. 2. be quiet.&lt;/b&gt; I don't mind if they talk, laugh or sing (as long as it's quietly), but lately they (Aiden)  are breaking the 2 simple rules over and over and over and over...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are super consistent about the rules and disciplining when they aren't followed, but Aiden is &lt;b&gt;king of stalling and both of them are oh so stubborn!&lt;/b&gt; Yelling for bathroom, water, kisses, hugs, blanket put just right, or certain stuffed animals. I am trying my hardest to be strong, but I would love any suggestions if you have gone though this battle! &lt;b&gt;I feel like I am forced to get my "angry eyes" on every night, and it is making me sad. &lt;/b&gt;I don't want them going to sleep with me having to be so hard on them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16362673-1171171016802021238?l=amymiddleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/DXrh/~4/t6p2jJ5c1uI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/DXrh/~3/t6p2jJ5c1uI/miami-fall-2010.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy Middleton)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://amymiddleton.blogspot.com/2010/03/miami-fall-2010.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16362673.post-7855153063158657810</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Mar 2010 19:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-24T15:33:55.302-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thoughts</category><title>Not dead but Asleep</title><description>I was reading Mark 5: 21-43 today and the reality of this passage lights me up. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the man's daughter is going to die, and he wants Jesus to go touch her. Jesus starts going in that direction, but gets "side tracked" by mobs of people needing/wanting him, and he stops to spend time "healing another with His touch" (the lady with the issue of blood). So the man gets upset that it's too late now, and his daughter has died. Jesus ignores what they say, goes and raises her from the dead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some points to consider:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1- Jesus demonstrated a healing through touch (just what the man wanted Him to do for his daughter), but that still didn't sink in to him- to have faith, like the woman w/ blood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2-  God's timing and order are perfect, and have a purpose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3- God is God and we are not. We may grumble and complain that our prayers aren't answered the way we think or as fast as we think they should be, but there is a reason. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4- It just takes one word, one touch, one thought from Jesus and it's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... do you have a prayer or a dream that you have asked God to come touch?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maybe God has to do a few other miracles first on the way to fulfilling your dream.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maybe God is building Hope and Trust in you, even when the dream looks dead.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maybe God is wanting to demonstrate His greater power in your situation, rather than answer your prayer the easy way like you expect.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maybe God wants to see if your Hope is in Him, more than in the dream you seek. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maybe God wants to build your faith first by doing something else that looks to you like He's gettting side tracked. We need to think bigger picture!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Don't be afraid. Just Believe"- Mark 5:36&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/16362673-7855153063158657810?l=amymiddleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/DXrh/~4/05pysVlW4GA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/DXrh/~3/05pysVlW4GA/not-dead-but-asleep.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy Middleton)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://amymiddleton.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-dead-but-asleep.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16362673.post-6845681577816999589</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Mar 2010 19:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-18T16:06:11.036-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">quotes</category><title>Thoughts by Martin Luther</title><description>I was reading some great quotes by Martin Luther, and thought I would share some powerful ones: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="body" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pray, and let God worry.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;If I am not allowed to laugh in heaven, I don't want to go there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Every man must do two things alone; he must do his own believing and his own dying.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="body" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Next to the Word of God, the noble art of music is the greatest treasure in the world.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="body" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whatever your heart clings to and confides in, that is really your God.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;There are so many other great quotes, I recommend you check out some of his writings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16362673-6845681577816999589?l=amymiddleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/DXrh/~4/pHv4oM7WMLE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/DXrh/~3/pHv4oM7WMLE/thoughts-by-martin-luther.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy Middleton)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://amymiddleton.blogspot.com/2010/03/thoughts-by-martin-luther.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16362673.post-2830282232504218004</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Mar 2010 22:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-03T17:41:09.467-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">quotes</category><title>So True.</title><description>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Saw this quote in an article this week and it has stuck with me. I'm reading through &lt;a href="http://fromgardentocity.com/"&gt;the Bible in one year with NCC&lt;/a&gt; right now and it truly is coming to life for me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;When asked if he accepted the historical existence of Jesus, the famous scientist, Albert Einstein, once told George Sylvester Viereck in a 1929 interview: "Unquestionably. &lt;b&gt;No one can read the Gospels without feeling the actual presence of Jesus. His personality pulsates in every word. No myth is filled with such life.&lt;/b&gt; How different, for instance, is the impression which we receive from an account of legendary heroes of antiquity like Theseus. Theseus and other heroes of his type lack the authentic vitality of Jesus."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16362673-2830282232504218004?l=amymiddleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/DXrh/~4/dwQfgpRipNU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/DXrh/~3/dwQfgpRipNU/so-true.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy Middleton)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://amymiddleton.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-true.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16362673.post-5612433935179202117</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Feb 2010 20:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-19T15:37:45.052-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><title>They Never Cease to Amaze Me</title><description>It's hard not to compare my boys to each other. It's amazing to me how the DNA passed and they are so different. Aiden's personality is a lot like mine, and Eli's like Ross. Yet they share some, go figure. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try not to compare them too much, because they ARE so different. Aiden was running by 10 months old and could read the whole alphabet by 18 mo, Eli didn't even&lt;i&gt; try&lt;/i&gt; to walk until 17 months and is 26 months old now and still hasn't done the whole alphabet. haha. Aiden is mr. social, and just the other day on our walk home from school, passing the Capitol and all the "important Hill staffers" and he waved to EVERY person and said "Good Afternoon!". (that was a fun social experiment!). Where Eli is a little timid when he firsts meets people and it takes a minute for him to warm up (then he's about just as social). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the other day we were at church and I was trying to pass the time while waiting for Ross to finish talking. It's always a battle to keep the boys content, so I asked them to start counting the chairs. Eli just started right up! &lt;b&gt;From the kid who has only counted to 3 ONE TIME before, he, just plain as day, counted perfectly and loudly 1 all the way through to 10!!! I didn't even know he had it in him!!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I don't feel as guilty that I haven't had as much 1 on 1 time with him teaching him (being the 2nd child) stuff like that as I did with Aiden, he has somehow absorbed it without me even trying! Phew! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16362673-5612433935179202117?l=amymiddleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/DXrh/~4/bUpwqQbMOYM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/DXrh/~3/bUpwqQbMOYM/way-to-my-little-mans-heart.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy Middleton)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://amymiddleton.blogspot.com/2010/01/way-to-my-little-mans-heart.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16362673.post-4246554848579877122</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Jan 2010 03:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-22T22:43:43.710-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><title>Using some Johnny Maxwell in the Family :)</title><description>Something we are working on in our household lately is a simple little concept known as Self-Control. I am so convicted lately because I realize that &lt;b&gt;"everything rises and falls on leadership"&lt;/b&gt; as John Maxwell says, and that doesn't just apply to the workplace, it completely relates to family life.  How I go, is how the family tends to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I want my kids to show self-control, I HAVE to show it first.&lt;/span&gt; This doesn't sound that a "light bulb" moment, but it is in my head. Every time I start to feel my blood pressure start to rise when the boys are getting wild, the first question that pops in my head now is "what am I doing?". It can spin out of control FAST if I don't take that second to pause and collect myself and assess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some tips I've heard that seem to help us with a 2 &amp;amp; 4 yr old are&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;Get your kid to say the word.&lt;/b&gt; example: if they are being impatient and want something, make them stop and say the word "patient" and go over the definition. By the time they repeat it, it usually gets them to calm down enough that you can "talk". If it gets ugly from there, you know discipline must ensue. :) This works when trying to get them to learn any of the fruits of the Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;The calmer you are, the quicker you see a change in their attitude.&lt;/b&gt; I am definitely working on. I get easily revved up, and I learned this lesson from watching the few episodes of the Duggar family with 18 kids, that mom is amazing how calm she stays in chaos.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;Take a time out.&lt;/b&gt; As much as the kids may need it, I do too. :) If I don't take a few minutes to recollect myself, it's not pretty. This also goes for "time off". I don't like using that term, but it's the best way I can describe it. Taking a few hours, have someone stay with the kids (usually my hubby in my case) and decompress. My &lt;i&gt;goal&lt;/i&gt; is to try to do that once a week. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I in no way have it all figured out, and would love ANY tips you may have for teaching self-control and patience. This is a work in progress. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16362673-4246554848579877122?l=amymiddleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/DXrh/~4/TeSHVScbtlk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/DXrh/~3/TeSHVScbtlk/using-some-johnny-maxwell-in-family.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy Middleton)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://amymiddleton.blogspot.com/2010/01/using-some-johnny-maxwell-in-family.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16362673.post-6789367977182921779</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Jan 2010 03:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-16T22:20:22.420-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thoughts</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">kid friendly?</category><title>Kid Friendly Big Cities?</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ajz6GGe2T4/S1KBfsqrChI/AAAAAAAAALg/bIlgGPpv9ow/s1600-h/toysrus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ajz6GGe2T4/S1KBfsqrChI/AAAAAAAAALg/bIlgGPpv9ow/s320/toysrus.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427542882500938258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ajz6GGe2T4/S1KBlsHhraI/AAAAAAAAALo/lB0paO5FMJg/s320/piano.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427542985432739234" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ajz6GGe2T4/S1KBVkC66SI/AAAAAAAAALY/J2VtmR0mhI8/s1600-h/times+sq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ajz6GGe2T4/S1KBVkC66SI/AAAAAAAAALY/J2VtmR0mhI8/s400/times+sq.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427542708388030754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to travel up to NYC the 1st week of January to visit my sister in law and her hubby. We had a great time, but I discovered 1 thing, NYC is not kid friendly. I love visiting the Big Apple. This was our first trip with the boys. We had a great time. The 2 famous huge toy stores were the big hit for sure. NYC does have some great things to offer for little kids, Central Park, Times Square Toys R Us, FAO Schwartz, and a few others.... but the NYC Subway system is NOT, I repeat NOT kid friendly. I think I have gotten spoiled in DC with their Metro system &amp;amp; free events/museums. &lt;div&gt;#1 We don't have a rat problem here, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2 we have elevators at every Metro stop, and escalators too, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3 you have to pay for just about everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The entire time we were in NYC we didn't see 1 elevator or escalator for the stroller. Luckily we just brought our small umbrella one and we had extra hands, because we would have been out of luck if we had the double stroller. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So note to self, if you feel the itch to go to a big city with little kids, I recommend Washington, DC... so many free great places to go with kids, and a friendly Metro for sure! If you live in NYC- God Bless you if you have children, I don't know HOW you do it. :) Don't worry I still {heart} NYC!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/16362673-6789367977182921779?l=amymiddleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/DXrh/~4/Be6gC7ybuxM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/DXrh/~3/Be6gC7ybuxM/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy Middleton)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://amymiddleton.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16362673.post-4520218143709862841</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Jan 2010 03:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-07T22:43:41.734-05:00</atom:updated><title>Peer Pressure Paying Off?</title><description>There is good peer pressure, that pushes you to do the right thing, then there is bad peer pressure.... i'm sure we all know about that one.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight we moved Eli into a big boy bed for the 1st time! I am optimistic that this will go well from the looks of it tonight. After thinking about it, I honestly think it's because of good peer pressure! Aiden and Eli share a room, and Eli has been asking and asking to sleep in a big bed for weeks now. He started climbing out of his crib, so we had to make the decision. We didn't have such luck when Aiden made this transition... that was a battle. But I really think that since Eli has Aiden there (to tell on him) and to show by example Eli should do better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe it's a theory, we'll have to see how it goes. :) I can't believe how fast they grow up!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16362673-4520218143709862841?l=amymiddleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/DXrh/~4/DIww5CyqBt0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/DXrh/~3/DIww5CyqBt0/peer-pressure-paying-off.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy Middleton)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://amymiddleton.blogspot.com/2010/01/peer-pressure-paying-off.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16362673.post-6378907107376505303</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Dec 2009 19:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-12T15:02:02.746-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><title>Birthday Week Wrap Up</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ajz6GGe2T4/SyP2hYFxNAI/AAAAAAAAALM/TPHt3M3dbpU/s1600-h/Suit+Boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ajz6GGe2T4/SyP2hYFxNAI/AAAAAAAAALM/TPHt3M3dbpU/s200/Suit+Boys.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414442230292231170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boys turned 2, 4 &amp;amp; 29 this week! :) Dec. 6-12 is an insane week for us every year, but oh so fun! The best part is we get to eat cake and ice cream pretty much every day &amp;amp; night for a whole week and we don't have to feel guilty! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My amazing hubby's birthday is today! I love you,&lt;a href="http://www.collideleadership.com/"&gt; Ross&lt;/a&gt; and am the luckiest girl in the world to be married to you and get to celebrate your 29 blessed years so far on this earth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was looking back through my blog and found &lt;a href="http://amymiddleton.blogspot.com/2008/03/amy-middletons-top-10.html"&gt;this one &lt;/a&gt;when Aiden and Eli were 2 and 3 mo. old.... I figured I'd up date commemorating their birthdays! We'll see how many remain the same!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Top 10 fun facts about Aiden&lt;/b&gt; (2 yrs old, &lt;b&gt;now 4!&lt;/b&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(85, 85, 85); line-height: 17px; font-family:Tahoma, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ajz6GGe2T4/R9CjWqsvr0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/gdHBrfC2uaE/s1600-h/s5248697_42860292_5290.jpg" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ajz6GGe2T4/R9CjWqsvr0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/gdHBrfC2uaE/s320/s5248697_42860292_5290.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174815581663113026" style="border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; border-top-width: 2px; border-right-width: 2px; border-bottom-width: 2px; border-left-width: 2px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; border-top-color: rgb(124, 158, 66); border-right-color: rgb(124, 158, 66); border-bottom-color: rgb(124, 158, 66); border-left-color: rgb(124, 158, 66); float: right; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. his personality reminds me of me.&lt;b&gt;- STILL!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. he truly loves people (I have yet to see him scared of anyone or not like them)-&lt;b&gt; STILL!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. he talks with a British accent sometimes (and I didn't coax him!) &lt;b&gt;UPDATE: no more british accent, sad, but he is picking up some Spanish now!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. he never stops (talking, moving, you name it)&lt;b&gt; UPDATE: add Climbing to that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. he loves the Bible (especially page 368) &lt;b&gt;UPDATE: he loves ALL books&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. he loves to sing (and hear ME sing!)&lt;b&gt;- STILL!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. his favorite hobbies lately are playing with cars, riding his bike, and coloring. &lt;b&gt;UPDATE: Painting &amp;amp; writing letters has trumped coloring. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. he loves being outside (and swimming in the summer) &lt;b&gt;UPDATE: Playing in SNOW!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. he eats his veggies without complaining (unlike his father!) &lt;b&gt;UPDATE: He still prefers veggies over meat, but it's harder to get him to eat it these days, he's more into bread &amp;amp; dessert. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. when he will be still enough to give me a hug, it's the best!-&lt;b&gt; STILL!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;10 fun things about Eli (&lt;/span&gt;3 months old&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;/ now 2!):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ajz6GGe2T4/R9Cjnqsvr1I/AAAAAAAAABE/F61A38ZtmtM/s1600-h/s5248697_42860290_4881.jpg" style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ajz6GGe2T4/R9Cjnqsvr1I/AAAAAAAAABE/F61A38ZtmtM/s320/s5248697_42860290_4881.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174815873720889170" style="border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; border-top-width: 2px; border-right-width: 2px; border-bottom-width: 2px; border-left-width: 2px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; border-top-color: rgb(124, 158, 66); border-right-color: rgb(124, 158, 66); border-bottom-color: rgb(124, 158, 66); border-left-color: rgb(124, 158, 66); float: right; cursor: pointer; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. he came early so I didn't have to gain as much weight this pregnancy. &lt;b&gt;UPDATE: he has more than caught up from being a premie, in weight, development, etc!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. he is a chunky monkey (15 lbs already, 97th percentile!) - &lt;b&gt;STILL! (weighs pretty much the same as Aiden now!) Eli is my meat eater too... prefers meat over anything else.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. he smiles every time Aiden gets in his face- &lt;b&gt;STILL! (and copies everything he does too!)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. he has an amazing ability to projectile poop &lt;b&gt;UPDATE: Thankfully we are past that stage, but he sure does love talking about poopie and bum bums now!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. he sleeps a lot (great on long car rides) &lt;b&gt;UPDATE: not so great on long car rides anymore, but does still sleep great (with the exception of this afternoon and him crying instead of napping)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. he has blue eyes- &lt;b&gt;STILL- and kept that blonde hair!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. he has started to laugh &lt;b&gt;UPDATE: his laugh is so infectious!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. he is totally different than Aiden (looks and personality)&lt;b&gt;- STILL! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. he looks just like his daddy&lt;b&gt;-STILL!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. he snuggles!- &lt;b&gt;STILL!!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Birthday to my birthday boys this week! I love you all!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16362673-6378907107376505303?l=amymiddleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/DXrh/~4/msrqwqJfjtI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/DXrh/~3/msrqwqJfjtI/birthday-week-wrap-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy Middleton)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ajz6GGe2T4/SyP2hYFxNAI/AAAAAAAAALM/TPHt3M3dbpU/s72-c/Suit+Boys.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://amymiddleton.blogspot.com/2009/12/birthday-week-wrap-up.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16362673.post-5011549988133600346</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 20:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-08T15:11:38.588-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny story</category><title>I Met a MilkMan!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ajz6GGe2T4/Sx6x515TMyI/AAAAAAAAALE/IMhdCI6GTO0/s1600-h/milkman1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ajz6GGe2T4/Sx6x515TMyI/AAAAAAAAALE/IMhdCI6GTO0/s200/milkman1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412959409423987490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know why this is so funny to me, but I actually met a milkman the other day! &lt;b&gt;I honestly didn't know they still existed!&lt;/b&gt; I was babysitting for a friend in a beautiful old restored row house in DC and someone rang the door bell. When I opened the door I literally felt like I stepped back in time to 1950! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Milkman looked exactly like this dude pictured to the left!&lt;/b&gt; The bottles were exactly the same, and his truck was old school! It was quite the experience! The friend I was babysitting for gets her milk, eggs and cream delivered by this dude like once a week! He just drops it off on her doorstep wether she's there or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there you have it, if you ever need one, they're still out there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16362673-5011549988133600346?l=amymiddleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/DXrh/~4/DxOmUTwDHfg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/DXrh/~3/DxOmUTwDHfg/i-met-milkman.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy Middleton)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1ajz6GGe2T4/Sx6x515TMyI/AAAAAAAAALE/IMhdCI6GTO0/s72-c/milkman1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://amymiddleton.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-met-milkman.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16362673.post-4936935550863358714</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Dec 2009 02:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-04T21:32:16.141-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><title>Need Mommy Advice</title><description>Eli climbed out of his crib tonight. Aiden never even tried when he slept in it.... so I wanted to know- anyone have this happen? What did you do? Do I discipline him and teach him not to or does that mean it's time to move him to a big boy bed? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys share a room, so I'd rather keep him in the crib. They'd have to share the double bed if he left it. What would you do? He turns 2 on Sunday!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16362673-4936935550863358714?l=amymiddleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/DXrh/~4/VR9tTsdHDlw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/DXrh/~3/VR9tTsdHDlw/need-mommy-advice.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy Middleton)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://amymiddleton.blogspot.com/2009/12/need-mommy-advice.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16362673.post-7429221836216978500</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Nov 2009 01:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-23T20:59:00.880-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Things I Never Thought I'd Do</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">products I like</category><title>Grocery Shopping in the year 2009!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ajz6GGe2T4/Sws41hzespI/AAAAAAAAAK8/pYTcLbnTe64/s1600/tv+carts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1ajz6GGe2T4/Sws41hzespI/AAAAAAAAAK8/pYTcLbnTe64/s200/tv+carts.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407478269846925970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grocery shopping has gone to a whole new level.... everyone say it with me like Conan O'brien "in the year 2000...9". :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought my boys went crazy over the race car carts at Publix, but after my shopping trip this morning I have to ask.... have we gone too far?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TV SHOPPING CARTS PEOPLE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's right. FREE. CAR CARTS. KIDS TV SHOWS. need I say more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I almost feel like a bad mother putting my boys in&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;there.&lt;b&gt; It's a car cart, with an added bonus, a little LCD flat screen tv inside! &lt;/b&gt;You can choose from Dora, Handy Many, Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, Special Agent OSO, and more! There is even a screen for me that I can flip through recipes, see the latest sales and ads, and control the kids show. Crazy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RIDICULOUS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I use it. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16362673-7429221836216978500?l=amymiddleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/DXrh/~4/oT_FdNF5y9M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/DXrh/~3/oT_FdNF5y9M/my-precious.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Amy Middleton)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://amymiddleton.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-precious.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16362673.post-4081841721873891119</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 01:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-16T20:34:12.792-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">My New Beginning</category><title>Celebrating 10 Years!</title><description>November 17, 1999&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a freshman at &lt;a href="http://www.fsu.edu"&gt;FSU&lt;/a&gt; and living the "typical" college life. I joined a sorority, lived in a dorm, was really trying to control &amp;amp; &lt;i&gt;live my own life&lt;/i&gt;. I had just gotten back from a fraternity formal weekend in Destin, FL, where some sketchy things happened and that was fresh off of a trip with some sorority sisters to Orlando the weekend before, where one of them OD'd and ended up in the hospital- just after we both had taken the same things at the same time. It was all catching up to me. &lt;b&gt;Reality was hitting me that I was not in control.&lt;/b&gt; In fact, I was losing control pretty fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My roommate, Kelly, (hind sight was completely placed in my life by God) and &lt;a href="http://www.claytonbellonline.com"&gt;her boyfriend&lt;/a&gt; at the time (now hubby) kept inviting me out to their &lt;a href="http://www.fsuencm.com"&gt;campus ministry&lt;/a&gt;. I blew them off every time for a party or sorority function. But this week something was different. Just coming off some crazy weekends, with reality hitting me of what could happen with my life out of control. &lt;b&gt;I gave in and figured it couldn't hurt to go with them this &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;one time&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/i&gt;(I grew up in church and youth group and all, couldn't be that different, right?!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We walked to the student union, entered one of the ballrooms and there was a band playing. Sterling Brown was leading that band, and Pastor Chip Buhleur was getting ready to preach. The music had begun, and there were only a few seats open, so we had to sit right in the front row. As Sterling started singing the lyrics, he made eye contact with me, &lt;b&gt;I felt like he looked right into my soul and could see all the junk I was hiding. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fell to my knees and started BALLING. Like the not pretty kind of crying. No one had even preached a word. &lt;b&gt;God spoke to me in that moment like I had never heard before. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;He wanted me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I think I was embarrassing &lt;a href="http://www.claytonbellonline.com"&gt;Clayton&lt;/a&gt; because he immediately ran to get the campus minister's wife (Jen!). She took (dragged) me outside along with her baby (Clara) who was only like 4 months old. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night I changed. I have never been the same. I am dramatic in nature, and it seems like my180 was just as dramatic.  &lt;b&gt;November 17, 1999 was the night I completely surrendered my life to Christ.&lt;/b&gt; It has been the most AMAZING 10 years of my life since then. It is so hard to believe from one little moment like that the course of my destiny was changed. &lt;b&gt;I am so completely grateful for Jesus getting a hold of me, and also for friends who didn't stop trying. &lt;/b&gt;I am just &lt;b&gt;in awe&lt;/b&gt; of all that God has done in my life since then, just for being willing to lay it all down to Him.&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;It is all about Jesus.... but I must also say thank you to all my great friends (&lt;a href="http://www.collideleadership.com"&gt;and my hubby!&lt;/a&gt;) that constantly keep me encouraged, accountable, and in the game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as tomorrow comes. I will celebrate! 10 years of being a daughter of The King!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16362673-4081841721873891119?l=amymiddleton.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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