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What, what??</title><content type="html">&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wowzers&lt;/span&gt;! Where in the world did this year go? I cannot &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; my baby girl is now a FIRST grader. Good grief. Hold on I have to wipe my tears.... AGAIN. This is truly mind boggling. I am just starting to get the hang of it. Bus tag- check. Back pack- check. Thursday library day-check. And &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WHAMO&lt;/span&gt; end of the year. I am not sure why I am so emotional about this. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613856811179291538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5kp7eK0Btd4/TehtBro_s5I/AAAAAAAAAU4/KUxLVxY398w/s320/Abby%2BLast%2BDay.jpg" /&gt;For the last week I have been saying to Abby, "this is the 3rd to last breakfast as a kindergartner", "this is the last day I will be doing your hair as a kindergartner." She was starting to get annoyed. But, I. just. cant. help. it. Each morning when the girls get up, they give me a big squeeze hug while we sing "Good morning God! This is your day! I am your child, show me your way!" and every morning I whisper in their ear: demanding they stop growing. I want to freeze them. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Independent&lt;/span&gt; yet still dependant. I am mom, and I am still cool! I am still allowed to cuddle with them before bed. I am still allowed to dress them in clothes I deem appropriate. (well, most of the time, unless you know my Lily... THAT my friends is a whole new post.) Their daddy is still the most important man in their lives. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Oye&lt;/span&gt;! (dabbing tears)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so impressed with my "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tootie&lt;/span&gt;", (another reason I want to freeze her... she still lets me call her that!) she has grown so much over this past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is, I cannot stop time. God knows I try, and every day just slips by like sand through my fingers. But I am so JAZZED to see what the Lord has in store for our girls, for our family. That is the absolute coolest thing about *letting* my girls grow up- they accomplish way more than I could ever dream. They are remarkable girls, and with God's help, will become remarkable young women.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301958505514253921-3432989463874314381?l=habershouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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What, what??" /><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309963877641571089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/TPPaO0BCxGI/AAAAAAAAAUM/x_tXfwGxY4w/S220/family.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5kp7eK0Btd4/TehtBro_s5I/AAAAAAAAAU4/KUxLVxY398w/s72-c/Abby%2BLast%2BDay.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://habershouse.blogspot.com/2011/06/last-day-of-school-what-what.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYFRnk6fip7ImA9Wx9WGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301958505514253921.post-1887849959627898351</id><published>2011-01-25T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T12:25:17.716-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-25T12:25:17.716-08:00</app:edited><title>Mom Things I Suck At....</title><content type="html">Day after day, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;insecurities&lt;/span&gt; swarm my body, as I realize the magnitude of raising 2 girls in this world. I rely on God's grace, my girls forgiveness and the patience of my husband. I strive to be the best mom and wife I can be: doing laundry, taking kids to and fro, working part time, making dinner, packing lunches, learning to french braid, paying bills, reading with the girls, helping with homework, and as every mom knows, the list is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post comes from a conversation Abby and I had on the way home from school the other day.&lt;br /&gt;Abby: Mom, look what Mrs. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bekuis&lt;/span&gt; sent home with me today?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, what is that?&lt;br /&gt;Abby: Well, all my papers are in a plastic bag because we forgot my folder.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh shucks! Its on top of the microwave.&lt;br /&gt;Abby: (passing a paper to the front seat)&lt;br /&gt;Me: (reading said paper) "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Opps&lt;/span&gt;, Abby forgot her library book!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, Abby, at least mommy remembered your shoes today, so you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have to wear your boots like yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;Abby: It's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; mom, I told Mrs. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bekuis&lt;/span&gt; you are not good at remembering things.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (saying to myself) I DO suck at remembering things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to cut myself some slack... she is my first child in school, I have so much to learn. Lily (and any kids thereafter) will have life much easier in school. I was the first born, I know that first &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;borns&lt;/span&gt; are the "trial run" kids. I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with that... and I think Abby will be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in honor of Dave Letterman, (and my 10 minute reflective drive home from school) here are the:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 10 "MOM THINGS" I SUCK AT:&lt;br /&gt;10- Remembering shoes, folders and library books for school.&lt;br /&gt;9- Preparing ahead for dinner&lt;br /&gt;8- keeping a clean car (we could all survive for a week on the "things" in the van)&lt;br /&gt;7- taking pictures of the kids doing everyday life&lt;br /&gt;6- doing the girls hair (well, Abby's since she is the only one that has any)&lt;br /&gt;5- dealing with defiance and downright disobedience. (its so much easier just to give them their 3rd fruit snack package before 9am)&lt;br /&gt;4-Making the kids sit at the table to eat ANY meal to completion.&lt;br /&gt;3- keeping on top of laundry so that I do not have to dig through clean clothes to find a pair of tights for church.&lt;br /&gt;2- playing out in the snow with the kids! PS. I HATE being cold, and I will find any and all excuses to pawn snow time off on daddy.&lt;br /&gt;1- blogging on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at this list it is easy to add on 100 more shortcomings.... but I am going to choose to rejoice the:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP TEN "MOM THINGS" I ROCK AT:&lt;br /&gt;10- cuddling, reading, rocking&lt;br /&gt;9- nightly back scratches&lt;br /&gt;8- writing "I love you! Have a great day!" on napkins in Abby lunch box.&lt;br /&gt;7- playing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Uno&lt;/span&gt;, Trouble, Candy Land, Go Fish or Hula Hooping on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;wii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-making chocolate milk&lt;br /&gt;5- graciously watching Toy Story 3 for the 1.5 millionth time&lt;br /&gt;4- painting tiny toe nails&lt;br /&gt;3- carrying a 5 year old and a two year old (one on each hip) down the stairs each morning&lt;br /&gt;2- making the bathtub the perfect &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;temperature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Loving those girls with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suppose I can convince Abby to tell her teacher any of THOSE things??? Probably not, but I am sure when she is an adult and raising her own kids, she will lay with them each night and scratch their back and tell them, "My mommy used to give me the best back scratches!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301958505514253921-1887849959627898351?l=habershouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It was great, catching up on life, hearing how everyone's kids are growing. I am blessed with some great friendships. And it was there that I was put under some serious pressure to start up my blog again ANDto get started on the procreation of our third child. Since we have no itention of the latter, I better get going on this blog! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been missing in action for the same reason I started up again. The pressure.... I think it is the pressure. Of saying something grand, profound, funny or enlightening. As a full time wife and mom, part-time employee and self employed jewelery lady, there is not too much grand, profound, funny or enlightening that happens in my everyday life. As we speak, the girls are playing together so nicely, putting together a puzzle. This can change in a second. Abby already served an 8 minute time out for knocking her sister off the couch (intentionally) and then sticking her tongue out at me and waving her head back and forth like a sassy teenager you want to smack upside the head. Where does she get this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To catch up on life since the last post over a year ago... (seriously it has been that long?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/TOauexr_RpI/AAAAAAAAATk/kH_unSkBmOk/s1600/DSCN0340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541308235283121810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/TOauexr_RpI/AAAAAAAAATk/kH_unSkBmOk/s200/DSCN0340.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abby is in kindergarten at ZPS and LOVES it. Everyday she comes home and tells me something new she learned and is eager to continue the lesson at home. Every word has another that rhymes, every letter has a sound, every word needs to be spelled. She is happiest when she is learning! I love that and I hope it continues... even at 33, I drive through the campus of Hope College and dream about my college days.... ahhh, that was fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was happy has a clam when Abby told me she wanted to play soccer&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/TOavsUJ_UxI/AAAAAAAAATs/yKp5AOisnJY/s1600/DSCN0347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541309567385686802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/TOavsUJ_UxI/AAAAAAAAATs/yKp5AOisnJY/s200/DSCN0347.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. YES! I was gonna be a soccer mom! I was jazzed. After growing up playing soccer my entire life, I was excited for her and I to do this together! Practically every Saturday morning it was cold and rainy... Abby was not to eager to play in these conditions. But she *suffered* through all in the name of donuts and juice boxes. She's on the fence for next year... I guess we will wait and see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is still strong willed and tests us whenever she can. I have tried to embrace it.... one day it will be to her advantage. No boy will tell her what to do. She will not follow the crowd. SHE WILL BE INDEPENDENT! Until then, I am on my knees daily asking for the Lord's provision, guidance and grace. And I gladly receive His gifts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/TOaxQy2p_OI/AAAAAAAAAT0/EJ74vxjU8nw/s1600/DSCN0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541311293613014242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/TOaxQy2p_OI/AAAAAAAAAT0/EJ74vxjU8nw/s200/DSCN0281.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lily Grace. Where do I begin? She is at such a great age. 2 1/2. She is her father's daughter, in so many ways. She is funny, easily disciplined, lover of all things animals. She loves to read, loves to talk, loves to be silly. Nobody compares to her daddy. The sun rises and sets with him. Ryan is the one to put her to bed and every morning, she asks "Daddy home?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is a people pleaser. As we speak she is on an adventure to get Abby a Kleenex, because she was threatened with with a time out from Abby. I'm pretending I didn't hear the threat... Is that wrong? She is in daycare 3 days a week with a wonderful provider. Lily loves her.... I mean, really LOVES her. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/TOa07M3s8ZI/AAAAAAAAAT8/rPSRBTyuc-8/s1600/DSCN0412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541315320686113170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/TOa07M3s8ZI/AAAAAAAAAT8/rPSRBTyuc-8/s200/DSCN0412.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I love THAT! She has made some great friends at Amy's house and I love to hear in her words (and admire her facial expressions) when she tells me about her day. She does crafts, sings songs, goes on adventures to the mall, farmers market, or to Mt. Peek-a-boo or whatever its called. Why do they pick such a weird name??? I mean really, how about Mt. Holland or Mt. Macatawa or something that I can remember? I digress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been waiting patiently for some hair on Lily's head, we have been able to take the "mullet" part of her hair and put that in pigtails, but as you can see from the picture the top still needs some help. Poor girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to do my best to keep yall abreast of the Habers happenings.... My family is the bees knees and they deserve the spotlight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/7301958505514253921-2308065754838549975?l=habershouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Where does this come from? Growing up I was involved in sports and understood the value of winning, but also new the goodness that come from being not the loser, but the SECOND WINNER. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. I would just learn and move on, try to do better, but really never let it consume my daily life. Even in college when I BOMBED an AP &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Anatomy&lt;/span&gt; class... I chalked it up to a good experience and went in full boar next semester. And even in looking back into the 6 years I have been a wife, I have always felt like I have done a respectable job. Something to be proud of.... But when Abby was born right away I felt the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;inadequacy&lt;/span&gt;. We were not good at nursing.... I had every intention of sticking that girl right on the boob and it would be magical. I would provide her ALL her nutrients for the first year of her life. What an honor, what a responsibility! But that is not how it happened. Even in the hospital I would start to cry when she would cry, because I knew that meant she was hungry. My boobs hurt! I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mastitis&lt;/span&gt; 3 times during the first 2 months of her life, she had thrush. Nursing was not in the cards for us. "Breast milk is best!" and now I was not providing the &lt;em&gt;best&lt;/em&gt; for my child. Failure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;numero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;uno&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You have all seen first hand (or at least read in my blog) about my first born child. She is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;spirited&lt;/span&gt; little thing. She will not let anything get in the way of what she wants. She wants something, she is going to try to get it. No matter the cost! Whether it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt; for breakfast, to play outside when it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;thunder storming&lt;/span&gt;, or get out of the house to play in my car.... the girl plumb tuckers me out most days. She is relentless in her pursuits. These qualities that are hard to parent will be her biggest asset as an adult.... but in the meantime, the Lord has entrusted her to me and we must guide her to be the best that she can be. Many times I am at a loss on what to do.... how to handle any given situation. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Some days&lt;/span&gt; I feel I am not strong enough to set the limits and stick to them.... I don't want to fail her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lily (so far) is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; child. She aims to please. We say no, she listens. She is a happy little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ham bone&lt;/span&gt;. She likes to make people laugh and has her dad's fun loving personality. Yeah! We are on the right track... although the doctors say she is too small. She doesn't weigh enough. She has been listed (in doctors terms) as failure to thrive. We have done the blood work, we have met with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;dietitian&lt;/span&gt;, we have put her on a high fat diet. (Lucky girl, gets &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt; 3 times a day!) But as a mom, you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; revert back to the first 12 months of her life.... did I not nurse her enough? I am happy to report that Lily and I made it 1 full year of nursing... YIPPEE! Did I not give her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;adequate&lt;/span&gt; nutrition. In my heart of hearts, I know I did and she has just been blessed with an awesome metabolism like the rest of my siblings. But the doctors make you feel otherwise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think I have been hard on myself because I know I cannot go back. I don't want to strive for perfection but rather for the best that I can be as a parent, because I know that I cannot take these days back. I am molding these kids for the rest of their life. My influence will determine the course they take in life. Will they follow the Lord? Will they marry strong Christian men? Will they care about others? Will they be happy in life? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some other areas that are on my "fall short" list: housekeeping, laundry, my home based business, exercise, bible reading, blogging, keeping up with 9 siblings scattered throughout the US, keeping the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt; cups from rotting under the seats in the van.....I feel like the list goes on and on. I cannot give full attention to any one thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Who sets these standards that I am trying to achieve? No place in the bible does it say anything about laundry or blogging.... The bible is my "Life Manual".... I must keep my eyes on the Lord. "The Lord is faithful to all his promises and loving toward all he had made. The Lord upholds all those who fall and lifts up all who are bowed down." Psalm 145 :13-14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love that! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Every time&lt;/span&gt; I fall (which is every minute or every day) the Lord lifts me up when I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here is my devotion for this morning:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Decide to be positive!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable-- if anything is excellent or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;praiseworthy&lt;/span&gt;-- think about these things.&lt;/em&gt; Philippians 4:8 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Negative people don't enjoy life. Viewing each day with positive expectations is one of the key &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;principles&lt;/span&gt; to godly happiness. We act on what we believe, so positive thoughts cause positive actions. If you want a positive life, begin thinking positive thoughts. It is easy to do so if you read the Word and meditate on all that God wants to do for you through you. Get alone today, and think about all the good, positive things God has done for you in the past, and all He had planned for you in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take some time to reflect on God goodness! You will be richly rewarded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With that said.... Here are a few things that the Lord has richly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;rewarded&lt;/span&gt; me with!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340519911062045490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/Sh1WkFbBAzI/AAAAAAAAASE/xQyzwfM1-PQ/s320/IMG_3521.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;spirited&lt;/span&gt; little girl that learned so much at preschool this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340521014181879682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/Sh1XkS3R34I/AAAAAAAAAS8/p-NT-ylKZuY/s320/IMG_3549.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;A grandma that loves to fish with Abby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340521006993867234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/Sh1Xj4FhgeI/AAAAAAAAAS0/ahotH8XfCm8/s320/IMG_3545.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Friends that love your kids like their own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340521003552572018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/Sh1XjrRDgnI/AAAAAAAAASs/RYNomU8Afbw/s320/IMG_3543.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My future son-in-law! Aren't they ADORABLE!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340519914522282418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/Sh1WkSUACbI/AAAAAAAAASM/gSF02Yr1mis/s320/IMG_3525.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sunny day to celebrate Abby's preschool graduation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340521019776988402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/Sh1XkntQdPI/AAAAAAAAATE/hunnxku_TQs/s320/IMG_3555.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Dirty faces that showcase the fun we have camping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340521021281078018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/Sh1XktT3CwI/AAAAAAAAATM/QSDphg70NIg/s320/IMG_3568.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A daddy that is not afraid to get a little cold to spend time with his fearless swimmer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340519934250378002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/Sh1Wlbzi4xI/AAAAAAAAASk/37EiYpUjJnk/s320/IMG_3538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A sunny day to  watch my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; girl play outside with her doll!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340519929466234290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/Sh1WlJ-6pbI/AAAAAAAAASc/W_hC11s3Nss/s320/IMG_3536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Smiles of a happy girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340519926062117970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/Sh1Wk9TT9FI/AAAAAAAAASU/BaWqbdm0ehs/s320/IMG_3532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The smile of achievement when she reeled in "the big one"!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301958505514253921-6606772261798776435?l=habershouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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God is so GOOD. Most nights Ryan and I talk in wonder about what each of our girls have accomplished. And how we could possible go from hanging out with our friends each weekend, to setting up swing sets and charging Barbie car batteries in a matter of 3 years. This is just where I thought we would be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lily is so unique. She is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cuddle bug&lt;/span&gt;, lover, mamma's girl, flirty, giggly, tricky, strong, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt; cup &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;drinkin&lt;/span&gt;', eat anything and everything in sight, bald, wide-eyed, dancing, clapping, kinda walking, easily annoyed by her sister, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; of goodness! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320180030068613202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SdUTjMFd4FI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/pXVuxg__O_8/s320/IMG_1393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320180030595026034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SdUTjOC-THI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/KVIr4Wcs9k0/s320/IMG_1407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320180043938018898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SdUTj_wMNlI/AAAAAAAAARU/UWQgflLa7eo/s320/IMG_1403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320180039338542034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SdUTjunlw9I/AAAAAAAAARM/Bov4b9hz9aM/s320/IMG_1455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320180035924079586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SdUTjh5hM-I/AAAAAAAAARE/9DK4lUQPvmI/s320/IMG_1414.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320181589674660930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SdUU9-EhlEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/9kZ2ts3Y5j4/s320/IMG_3390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320181581823546322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SdUU9g0rE9I/AAAAAAAAAR0/q-qDVa_5Sqc/s320/IMG_3384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320181577899148930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SdUU9SNBhoI/AAAAAAAAARs/m4h2P2KeeYM/s320/IMG_3383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320181579355926722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SdUU9XoWMMI/AAAAAAAAARk/hm55Dby6DbI/s320/IMG_3381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320181575732098594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SdUU9KIW9iI/AAAAAAAAARc/UBliIy9ysic/s320/IMG_3241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We love you Lily, and praise God for you every day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS. I am pretty sure she had more hair the day she was born than she does now... I'm thinking she needs her ears pierced! ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301958505514253921-2187631006101863634?l=habershouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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My reward for dragging my rear out of bed this morning and hitting the pavement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was a good week. I got up Monday, Wed, Thursday and Saturday and took my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt; -planned route through the neighborhood. Dyson has also mapped out "his area" which happens to include a gigantic dump on the lawn at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Maplewood&lt;/span&gt; Church (3 blocks into our route). It is hard enough to run, hold the dog, and look in people's windows, without having to hold a bag of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;steamin&lt;/span&gt; dog poop. (I am not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;creepily&lt;/span&gt; looking into windows, just helps me keep my mind of the agony of exercise). Anyway, so now I pick up the poo in my little baggy and stash it near the scene of the crime so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have to carry it the whole way, then I swipe it on the way home. Tricky I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most mornings were freezing, thanks to this lovely state we live in, but I found the "fellow runners/walkers" to be very supportive of my effort. Effortlessly saying "good morning" while I TRY to muster up enough O2 and vocal chord to even grunt "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mornin&lt;/span&gt;'". Now they just wave a hand instead. I think that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;considerate&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eating has not been as challenging as I thought it would be. I tend to eat much better on the days that I work out. I work too hard to sabotage my cold morning, dog poop carrying, lung puking workout on a nasty stale &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;PBJ&lt;/span&gt;. We even went out for dinner for my birthday and I got a SALAD for goodness sakes. I have not been snacking after dinner time, and if I do, it is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;yogurt&lt;/span&gt; or some cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stepped on the scale this morning and I lost a WHOPPING...... 1/2 of a pound! Yep, not even a full pound. Just a half! I have to tell you, that was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;disappointing&lt;/span&gt;. Had I weighed myself before my workout, I can assure you, I would have crawled right back into bed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 1&lt;br /&gt;Pounds lost- .5&lt;br /&gt;Pounds lost to date- .5&lt;br /&gt;Pounds to goal- 29.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better luck next week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301958505514253921-4825847048305479321?l=habershouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fNIhR4z5qgtT3E4pI9kJ0GRpCqI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fNIhR4z5qgtT3E4pI9kJ0GRpCqI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/YXtipP/~4/ZwKTVE4WRYQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://habershouse.blogspot.com/feeds/6261745541594890061/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301958505514253921&amp;postID=6261745541594890061" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301958505514253921/posts/default/6261745541594890061?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301958505514253921/posts/default/6261745541594890061?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/YXtipP/~3/ZwKTVE4WRYQ/almost-fearful-to-put-it-in-writing.html" title="Almost fearful to put it in writing!" /><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02309963877641571089</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/TPPaO0BCxGI/AAAAAAAAAUM/x_tXfwGxY4w/S220/family.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://habershouse.blogspot.com/2009/03/almost-fearful-to-put-it-in-writing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8ARHw_eSp7ImA9WxVXEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301958505514253921.post-5217034426561641375</id><published>2009-02-07T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T08:40:45.241-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-07T08:40:45.241-08:00</app:edited><title>I worry... they let me... then they do it.</title><content type="html">I can't explain why I have not had many things to post lately. Mostly because I feel as though life is passing way too fast. I am registering Abby for preschool, Lily has been weaned off of 2 feedings a day for sweet potatoes, blueberries, bananas, peas, pancakes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;oreos&lt;/span&gt; or whatever else you can put in front of her. Lily is babbling and makes the audible sound of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hiiiii&lt;/span&gt;, Uh-Oh, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MaMa&lt;/span&gt;, Dada, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OHHH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;woooow&lt;/span&gt;! Ryan and I were just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;reminiscing&lt;/span&gt; last night that we have been together for nearly 10 years and how fast that time has gone. Most days I feel like I am still getting to know him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have time to blog about one of the kids milestone before another one is reached! Last month I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;frustrated&lt;/span&gt; because Abby was peeing through her pull up at night and I was washing sheets daily. Now she is waking up each night to tell me she has to go and waking up dry on occasion. Lily was attached to me for each feeding and could have cared less about table food, now I have all I can do to get her to stay focused long enough for a few feedings a day.... Now we are trying to get her to take a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt; cup.... next time I blog I am sure she will be LOVING the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt; cup. It is just how kids are. &lt;strong&gt;I worry... they let me... then they do it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are some photo updates:&lt;br /&gt;The first few pictures I found on my camera when I got home. I thought they were blog worthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SY2084mgSuI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-8H3sPqTKjU/s1600-h/IMG_3164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300091294563977954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SY2084mgSuI/AAAAAAAAAQM/-8H3sPqTKjU/s320/IMG_3164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SY208yw8Z_I/AAAAAAAAAQE/-sUSnR8jdug/s1600-h/IMG_3154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300091292997150706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SY208yw8Z_I/AAAAAAAAAQE/-sUSnR8jdug/s320/IMG_3154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SY208y4zvSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/QrGJoFTakbo/s1600-h/IMG_3153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300091293030137122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SY208y4zvSI/AAAAAAAAAP8/QrGJoFTakbo/s320/IMG_3153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SY208h_W12I/AAAAAAAAAP0/_lDHyPWYDEI/s1600-h/IMG_3152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300091288494200674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SY208h_W12I/AAAAAAAAAP0/_lDHyPWYDEI/s320/IMG_3152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SY208t2T1mI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QxsAR3WfMVQ/s1600-h/IMG_3151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300091291677480546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SY208t2T1mI/AAAAAAAAAPs/QxsAR3WfMVQ/s320/IMG_3151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="gl_photo" alt="Add Image" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SY20OoTTQAI/AAAAAAAAAPk/vq2rotKqzk0/s1600-h/IMG_3168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300090499914481666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SY20OoTTQAI/AAAAAAAAAPk/vq2rotKqzk0/s320/IMG_3168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma with Lily at the cottage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SY20OmiNApI/AAAAAAAAAPc/nUYb1I-ixRI/s1600-h/IMG_3167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300090499440116370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SY20OmiNApI/AAAAAAAAAPc/nUYb1I-ixRI/s320/IMG_3167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Colten&lt;/span&gt;, and Abby sledding behind the snowmobile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SY20OaISVmI/AAAAAAAAAPU/lMmk7fOSlwE/s1600-h/IMG_3165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300090496110188130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SY20OaISVmI/AAAAAAAAAPU/lMmk7fOSlwE/s320/IMG_3165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Colten&lt;/span&gt; and Abby were die-hard sledders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SY20OROh0BI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Y-GTgTAphJg/s1600-h/IMG_3136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300090493720449042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SY20OROh0BI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Y-GTgTAphJg/s320/IMG_3136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby ice-fishing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SY20OFW8rQI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Kbn_dDeEGOE/s1600-h/IMG_3134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300090490534538498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SY20OFW8rQI/AAAAAAAAAPE/Kbn_dDeEGOE/s320/IMG_3134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily taking it all in... soon enough she feel asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SY2zHcpWshI/AAAAAAAAAO8/fDgT61GC7Og/s1600-h/IMG_3129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300089277015044626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SY2zHcpWshI/AAAAAAAAAO8/fDgT61GC7Og/s320/IMG_3129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ready to go brave the cold....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SY2zHfquXBI/AAAAAAAAAO0/7BmOcN_lM_0/s1600-h/IMG_3124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300089277826096146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SY2zHfquXBI/AAAAAAAAAO0/7BmOcN_lM_0/s320/IMG_3124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily is not to excited about getting her picture taken.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SY2zGzuQcYI/AAAAAAAAAOk/CJ1I3a-o5bU/s1600-h/IMG_3108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300089266029752706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SY2zGzuQcYI/AAAAAAAAAOk/CJ1I3a-o5bU/s320/IMG_3108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hudson gets to hang out at our house every other Tuesday... This day it was my job to pull them in the sled up and down the street 150 times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SY2zGsCtITI/AAAAAAAAAOc/rldhu9YZZys/s1600-h/IMG_3104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300089263968035122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SY2zGsCtITI/AAAAAAAAAOc/rldhu9YZZys/s320/IMG_3104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby got to go to Champion Gymnastics for school... she had SO much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301958505514253921-5217034426561641375?l=habershouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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There are several reasons for that.... first and foremost, Abby is DONE WITH NAPS! (sob, sob, snot, snort). And for those of you that know Abby, you are well aware that there is never down time unless she is sleeping. Right now I have her upstairs in her room for some quite time, but we will see how long that lasts... But to prevent any further hate mail....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been several "blog worthy" stories that have transpired in the last 4 weeks, but one in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;particular&lt;/span&gt; I will share happened on Monday evening. Abby woke up about 11:30pm screaming and crying that her belly hurt. I tried everything, rubbing it, having her curl up with a pillow, try to go "poops" but nothing was working. She was doubling up in pain and screaming and crying. The pain was so intense she was shaking. I am usually not one to get charged up about pains and such... but I was feeling very uneasy about this and the more time that went on the more concerned I became. About 12:30am I made the decision to bring her to the ER. After about an hour there in the same agonizing pain, she decided that she had to go to the bathroom.... she was able to pee in a cup so we could check for an infection... that was fine. Then about 20 minutes later, still in pain, and waiting for a tummy X-ray, she decided she had to go potty again. So off we go again. Please try to visualize this for a moment. Abby in a hospital gown, hair a curly snarly mess, hoisted onto a large hospital &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;toilet&lt;/span&gt;, in a large hospital bathroom, with a large hospital echo..... and she lets out a LARGE MAN SIZE FART. Seriously, like nothing I have ever heard. I laughed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;out loud&lt;/span&gt; when I heard it because I could not believe that had just come out of my child! At this point I am wondering if I can use a bed pan to dig my way out of the hospital so I do not need to tell anyone that I brought my child to the ER for gas! The doctor wanted to just double check with an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;XRAy&lt;/span&gt;, and sure enough she was full of air. After the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;initial&lt;/span&gt; blowout in the bathroom, Abby was free to release her gas at will and was doing it with no fear of onlookers or listeners. When we arrived home at 3:30am, Ryan asked her how she was feeling, and she responded. "I am so much better daddy, I just had really BAD GAS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ER visit- $50&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;GasEx&lt;/span&gt; drops- $4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Learning the pain in your child's belly is ONLY gas!- PRICELESS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lily is growing up so fast! She is 9 months old and just a constant joy! She is crawling all over the place, pulling herself up, and even standing without any help! She is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ham bone&lt;/span&gt;, and loves to laugh! She thinks Abby is hilarious and is always happy to see her. I have been trying (unsuccessfully) for the past 6 weeks to get her to take a bottle so I can go to Iowa with Premier in a few weeks. But she is very stubborn about that! I have made the decision to stay home this year! Knowing my girls, she will probably take a bottle no problem the day I was suppose to leave! ;) There is always next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287138161581457346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SV-wJT95f8I/AAAAAAAAAMI/w1q2eXfs368/s320/IMG_3074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lily loves to bite on the spoon when I feed her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287138149244651090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SV-wImAkxlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/oO2Bzumw5CE/s320/IMG_2990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So tired from opening all my Christmas presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287138136362692226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SV-wH2BRroI/AAAAAAAAALw/7pR7UsAQsSg/s320/IMG_2971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;All smiles!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287138122883969634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SV-wHDzssmI/AAAAAAAAALo/NNerK8qL9ms/s320/IMG_2949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Abby has the camera again... Lily knows the flash is coming... AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287138156615481522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SV-wJBd6uLI/AAAAAAAAAMA/NfrOJKufQpQ/s320/IMG_3041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;What can this be?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287141492448548370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SV-zLMaf1hI/AAAAAAAAAMo/8dlobqLo_og/s320/IMG_3026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Lite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Brite&lt;/span&gt; from Aunt Tami and Uncle Eric&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287141475303204834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SV-zKMiup-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/zEI-PPg3g24/s320/IMG_2974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Swimming at the hotel pool for Christmas with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;PopPop&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287141497521489874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SV-zLfT-x9I/AAAAAAAAAMw/8r7Uy5AwSUI/s320/IMG_3069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Chucky&lt;/span&gt; Cheese!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287141478938779490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SV-zKaFhH2I/AAAAAAAAAMg/IMNXW7d7m5Q/s320/IMG_3005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I think they are both faking to get out of Christmas clean-up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287141471383958498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SV-zJ98Ts-I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/BVfH_YmCk-k/s320/IMG_2973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;PopPop&lt;/span&gt; with his girls, Abby and Ella!'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287146533416130626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SV-3wne02EI/AAAAAAAAANA/PL_ruUHB69g/s320/IMG_3053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Great Grandma Coo-Coo with Abby and Lily &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287146520909960082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SV-3v45H05I/AAAAAAAAAM4/U1ZmTJQxW28/s320/IMG_3009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Abby, Lily and Kyla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287147253006358658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SV-4agKgWII/AAAAAAAAANI/ovPPy_3yw8g/s320/IMG_3011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa and his girls!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hope you all had a Merry Christmas! And The Haber's family is wishing you a very happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301958505514253921-6774135313763918122?l=habershouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Kyla Joy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Schippers&lt;/span&gt;. She was born at 1:22am this morning, tipping the scales at 5 pounds 14oz and 19.5 inches long. She is perfect in every sense of the word. God NEVER ceases to amaze me with his glory and splendor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274898083654990194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/STQz3Aak-XI/AAAAAAAAALI/kCaJMGNQGnw/s320/IMG_2858.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I mean seriously... the face of an angel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274898095470626914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/STQz3sbpSGI/AAAAAAAAALQ/udPFXtAz9Wc/s320/IMG_2857.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Abby is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SOOO&lt;/span&gt; excited about her new cousin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274898098936787874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/STQz35WCs6I/AAAAAAAAALY/tIFEYjAIyo4/s320/IMG_2865.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric being Eric....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274898098740212290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/STQz34nLMkI/AAAAAAAAALg/VGR_Dv23ssI/s320/IMG_2861.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby being Abby! Oh, Kyla, the things you will learn from your cousin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passage Psalm 139:13-16&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out;&lt;br /&gt;you formed me in my mother's womb.&lt;br /&gt;I thank you, High God—you're breathtaking!&lt;br /&gt;Body and soul, I am marvelously made!&lt;br /&gt;I worship in adoration—what a creation!&lt;br /&gt;You know me inside and out,&lt;br /&gt;you know every bone in my body;&lt;br /&gt;You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit,&lt;br /&gt;how I was sculpted from nothing into something.&lt;br /&gt;Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth;&lt;br /&gt;all the stages of my life were spread out before you,&lt;br /&gt;The days of my life all prepared&lt;br /&gt;before I'd even lived one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for this healthy child! She will be well taken care of here on earth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301958505514253921-5036187566641459325?l=habershouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I do pray with my kids at night and before meals, but I feel like I should take much more time to pray for friends, family, Ryan, our country and integrate more meaning full prayers with the girls on a daily basis. And the Lord in his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;infinite&lt;/span&gt; wisdom, lead me to a blog that is on a crusade to do the same thing.... Please join me in praying with your kids 7 times a day for the next 7 days. Here are the events and verses &lt;a href="http://audreycaroline.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://audreycaroline.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; suggested!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the events and verses I chose:&lt;br /&gt;1.  When they wake up: "Let the morning bring (child's name) word of your unfailing love, for she has put her trust in You.  Show (her/him) the way (she/he) should go, for to you (he/she) lifts up her soul." (Adapted from Psalm 143:8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When they are getting dressed: "Therefore, as God's chosen child, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourself with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience.  Lord, help (him/her) bear with others and forgive whatever grievances (he/she) has against others.  Help (him/her) forgive as the Lord forgave (him/her).  And over all these virtues, help (him/her) put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity." (Adapted from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Colossians&lt;/span&gt; 3:12-14)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. While they are eating: "Teach (child's name) the secret of being content in any and every situation whether well-fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want.  Teach (him/her) that (he/she) can do everything through him who gives (him/her) strength." (Adapted from Philippians 4:12-13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  When they go out of the house: "(Name of child), do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind.  Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is-His good, pleasing and perfect will." (Adapted from Romans 12:2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  While they are taking a bath: Lord, give (name of child)  clean hands and a pure heart, and let (him/her) not lift (his/her) soul to an idol or swear by what is false. Let (him/her) receive blessing from the Lord and vindication from God (his/her) Savior.  Let (him/her) be part of the generation of those who seek him, who seek your face, O God of Jacob. (Adapted from Psalm 24:4-6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  When they are going to bed:  "The Lord Your God is with you; he is mighty to save.  He will take great delight in you, he will quiet you with his love, be will rejoice over you with singing." (Zephaniah 3:17)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  While they are sleeping:  "I pray that (name of child) will do everything without complaining or arguing, so that he/she may become blameless and pure, a child of God without fault in a crooked and depraved generation, in which he/she shines like a star in the universe as he/she holds out the word of life-in order that he/she may boast on the day of Christ that he/she did not run or labor for nothing." (Adapted from Philippians 2:14-16)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I printed mine off and posted them on card stock so I can keep them with me all week... hopefully longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301958505514253921-8843577734695487518?l=habershouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Let me cast the characters for you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Innocent frazzled mother unjustly arrested for Child Endangerment (Me)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Young toddler sweating profusely from being locked in the car and her 5 point harness on an 83 degree day with all the windows up (Abby)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Frantic father using every item in his work shop to ALMOST reach the unlock button (Ryan)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snoozing infant chilling in her car seat OUTSIDE the car, oblivious to what is going on. (Lily)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Calm, cool, collected, yet somewhat irritated 911 operator fielding the frazzled mother's call (nameless because it is not important to the plot)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Several other "stand in" characters trying to offer suggestions and advice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;The story begins as if it was a normal Friday morning.... Hustle bustle of breakfast, dressing, hair combing, nursing, diaper changes, dog feedings, school drop off, errand running etc. Fridays are somewhat scripted week after week. I take Abby to school, run errands, pick her up from school, go visit Ryan at work so Abby can tell him all about her day (and because it's payday). Well this Friday was no different until this part of the story... Abby had brought her back pack in and was showing daddy and the other employees all the fun things she brought home from school... (a myriad of scribbled papers). So cute!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then she decided that she wanted to run back out to the car to grab her "show and tell" item so she could &lt;em&gt;show and tell&lt;/em&gt; Ryan and the other guys about her wedding bear from Aunt Tami. So cute. Anyway, the car was parked immediately in front of the entrance and she was in plain site at all times... and no more than 20 feet from me. Come on moms you know you have all done it! So I allowed for her independence because I was SO certain she was SO excited about her bear that she would rush right back in... well, because Abby is ADD (not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dr&lt;/span&gt;. diagnosed... just mom diagnosed) she got distracted and got a piece of gum from the cup holder and proceeded to put herself in her car seat and buckle up (most of the way). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I decided since she was not as eager to come back, I grabbed Lily and headed for the car... yep doors locked.... keys in the ignition... Abby strapped into her car seat enough that she cannot get out....windows closed. Panic sets in... she is already sweating. She is crying and now I am afraid that she is going to choke on her gum. Ryan and some employees worked on getting the lock open while I talked to Abby and tried to calm her down. When I shut my door it did not close all the way so the guys had some room to work. But after about 10 minutes I decided enough was enough... so I called 911. Just as the operator obtained all the info (my name, address, phone number, where I was parked, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;description&lt;/span&gt; of my van, shoe size, bra size, height and weight) Ryan reached the lock and got the doors open. YEAH! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I  had a dream last night that the police came to arrest me and charge me with child endangerment. So I am on edge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moral of the story. Get Abby a booster seat. ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301958505514253921-9123360923324764830?l=habershouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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On Labor Day our washing machine took a poop and I have been on the hunt for a new one...(well, new to us) and my dear sister in law found us a gem from someone at her work! It was FREE! That has to tell you all something... Ryan and Eric picked it up last night and brought it home. When the boys came in the door I asked Ryan what he thought of it and he was so excited because he thought we might &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; have a possibility of being selected to be on the Antique Road Show with it... Yikes! But we hooked that serious hunk of machinery up and it cleans clothes better than our old one and certainly better than the washboard and bucket method I had been using! Just kidding, but it is nice to have the capabilities here at home now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abby started 3 school on Tuesday! It is so great for her to have ownership of something all her own... something that Lily and mommy don't do with her! She is getting so big and so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;independent&lt;/span&gt;, we thought this would be great for her. We were told that she should have a LARGE back pack to house her Lion folder, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;snow pants&lt;/span&gt; and boots for the winter. We headed to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;KMart&lt;/span&gt; to check out the selection. While we were there Abby decided that she was a big enough girl to run amok in the store... so after several minutes of chasing her down almost each and every aisle, we left with NO BACKPACK. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so I am trying to teach her there are consequences for her bad actions. Disobey in Kmart= no backpack. After her 2.5 hours at school the kids were paraded out the back door and one by one each of them were brought to their parents standing by. Officially Abby was the ONLY one in her class to not have a back pack! So when the teacher brought her to me, she said, "Abby said that she does not have a back pack, is this true!?" Great, already on the first day I am the worst parent in there! So, for those kids who forget their back pack or in our case have a heartless, spineless, parent that won't get them one they were provided a large paper bag to house all their "goods"! I have attached some pictures from the first day.... Abby in her new outfit, and her large paper bag! Thanks Kim for the pictures, at least someone has it together for their kids sake! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244488786103980306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SMgqw7Q_URI/AAAAAAAAAHs/8eBU4foJFMQ/s320/shcool2+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Abby proudly displaying her make shift back pack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244488790289192290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SMgqxK20lWI/AAAAAAAAAH0/VFOo52op23U/s320/shcool4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244488794816999490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFmH2ymNPOM/SMgqxbuVcEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ixOQsSs1smU/s320/School1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is where the teacher said, "Abby doesn't have a back pack... Is this true????!?! You horrible rotten parent!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301958505514253921-6425480384508232291?l=habershouse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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