<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996</id><updated>2012-01-11T08:40:18.282-06:00</updated><category term='one thousand gifts'/><category term='Jonah'/><category term='Henry'/><category term='recipe'/><category term='on my mind...'/><category term='wordless wednesday'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='tips'/><category term='Just for fun...'/><category term='Bridget'/><category term='family'/><category term='homeschool'/><category term='Sam'/><category term='new house'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='parents university'/><category term='Lisa'/><category term='livestock'/><category term='kids'/><title type='text'>Adventures of Hank, Jo Jo &amp; Boo</title><subtitle type='html'>"And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose."  Romans 8:28</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>577</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-2535891952605293459</id><published>2011-12-06T06:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T07:26:53.261-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We started Thanksgiving off this year with what I hope becomes a tradition for our family...we ran in the turkey trot 5K!  I've always wanted to do it, but since I usually host Thanksgiving dinner at our house it just didn't seem feasible.  This year I decided that we would just make it work.  It was SO fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonah and Bridget ran in the kid's run.  Six and under ran one lap around the building, seven and up ran two laps.  Here is Jonah as he starts off his run (he's in the white shirt)...he was just SURE he was going to win.  He finished strong, at the front of the second group of kids to come in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V86tVqx5i5g/Tt4RKBcYoFI/AAAAAAAADxM/VZTm9gFVhew/s1600/IMG_1971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V86tVqx5i5g/Tt4RKBcYoFI/AAAAAAAADxM/VZTm9gFVhew/s320/IMG_1971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682998643671998546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here is Bridget finishing up her race.  She was so excited about the race, talking about it for a week ahead of time; but when it came time to line up at the start, Bridget wasn't so sure.  She said she wasn't going to run, but Sam talked her back into it.  She agreed as long as he would run with her.  As soon as they started though, she didn't really notice whether Sam was there or not...she just RAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KCexStHce_4/Tt4RJ5XMORI/AAAAAAAADxA/LzadiyIQ9JY/s1600/IMG_1974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KCexStHce_4/Tt4RJ5XMORI/AAAAAAAADxA/LzadiyIQ9JY/s320/IMG_1974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682998641502730514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So proud of Jonah and Bridget...what great runners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kwvvyGKKiZU/Tt4RIy74_JI/AAAAAAAADw0/rhKj6T3Jj38/s1600/IMG_1975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kwvvyGKKiZU/Tt4RIy74_JI/AAAAAAAADw0/rhKj6T3Jj38/s320/IMG_1975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682998622597741714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the kid's race was the 5k (3.1 miles).  Henry decided a while back that he wanted to run in a 5k with me, and this was this first one that we could work out.  He has been training by running with me a few times a week, a mile or two at a time.  Henry asked Sam and I to run with him during the race, so we all agreed to stay together.  He was fairly nervous as we waited to start, but he found his groove once we got going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a picture of his face after we started and the people started to thin out a bit (it's always REALLY crowded right at the starting line)...Henry had the biggest smile on his face.  He was loving it!  After about the first mile, Henry looked over at me and said, "I really need to run faster, I've just got to go!"  So we picked up the pace.  I got stuck as the runners all funneled through a bridge and it took me at least a half mile to catch back up to Sam and Henry! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally caught up with them right at the 3 mile mark, just as Henry spotted the finish line and took off at a sprint.  I couldn't keep up with him!  Henry finished his race at 28:32 which was way ahead of the goal of 30 minutes that I had set for him.  (He was so proud to find out later that he even beat his Sunday school teacher!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the three of us right after the race...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zXWR5PY7h50/Tt4RIg7lpsI/AAAAAAAADwo/SxoMw3aXBqE/s1600/IMG_1979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zXWR5PY7h50/Tt4RIg7lpsI/AAAAAAAADwo/SxoMw3aXBqE/s320/IMG_1979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682998617764636354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was so fun!  I hope that we will be able to run many more 5k races together as a family!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtgTzXUI0ug/Tt4RKnXef1I/AAAAAAAADxY/EI8ruurOzlg/s1600/IMG_4669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BtgTzXUI0ug/Tt4RKnXef1I/AAAAAAAADxY/EI8ruurOzlg/s320/IMG_4669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682998653851959122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanksgiving was lovely, by the way.  We hosted it here at our house, and we had Sam's folks and his brother Dave and family.  The day was relaxing, yummy, and full of good conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after Thanksgiving, Mary Beth and I headed out for a little shopping (we slept in and didn't go out for any of the crazy early sales, but we still found good deals) and Sam and his dad worked on splitting wood.  Later in the day, we decorated the house for Christmas.  I'm always a little sad to put away the fall decorations (I love the colors of fall!) but it's so nice to have the house decked out for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we have entered advent and we are preparing our hearts for Christmas...what a wonderful season!       &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/29948996-2535891952605293459?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/2535891952605293459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=2535891952605293459' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/2535891952605293459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/2535891952605293459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V86tVqx5i5g/Tt4RKBcYoFI/AAAAAAAADxM/VZTm9gFVhew/s72-c/IMG_1971.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-3678082622519195914</id><published>2011-11-30T07:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T15:58:05.599-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Florida 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had another fun vacation to Florida this past fall!  We planned a fun stop along the way this time...in Mobile, Alabama.  We always drive by a huge battleship as we zoom on by and we decided this year that we'd better check it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so great!  When we first got there we let the kids out of the car to run around.  There is a wonderful park area, with a pier, a rocky shoreline, and lots of tanks, helicopters, and airplanes that you can look at up close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would have enjoyed the stop if that had been all that we got to see, but there was SO much more!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KFoD6FOQrnA/Twb4sOqAgrI/AAAAAAAADzw/-jMjza8OZa4/s1600/IMG_1008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KFoD6FOQrnA/Twb4sOqAgrI/AAAAAAAADzw/-jMjza8OZa4/s320/IMG_1008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694512217588794034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We bought tickets to board the USS Alabama and headed out.  None of us had ever been on a battleship before.  It was WAY bigger than we could have imagined.  It's amazing that it can float!  We followed the self-guided tours around and saw most of the boat...we actually got lost more than once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a real treat and an eye-opener for all of us.  We so appreciate the US armed forces and all who serve our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After touring the battleship we walked over to another part of the park where they have a submarine, the USS Drum.  The kids really enjoyed walking through that...I think for two reasons it was their favorite part.  (1) It's so compact and they make use of every inch of space,  and (2) We met the man who is in charge of restoring the sub, a retired vet who had lots of fascinating things to share with us.  Sam was anxious to get back on the road by this point, but we just couldn't tear ourselves away from this kind man and his vast knowledge.  SO FUN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aEn-95NL91s/Twb4r36sAFI/AAAAAAAADzo/RsI9TdMxpCw/s1600/IMG_1009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aEn-95NL91s/Twb4r36sAFI/AAAAAAAADzo/RsI9TdMxpCw/s320/IMG_1009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694512211484737618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the battleship park, we headed on down the road...at that point we are pretty close to our destination, so the last part of the journey went pretty quickly.  We finally made it to the house we rent (or as the kids call it, "our Florida house"), dropped off our things and the kids and I, along with Kelly, Jordan and Matthew, grabbed some buckets and headed down to the beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wb-f4Vgopxs/Twb3sO8UvnI/AAAAAAAADzY/4iW190HNGiE/s1600/IMG_1034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wb-f4Vgopxs/Twb3sO8UvnI/AAAAAAAADzY/4iW190HNGiE/s320/IMG_1034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694511118153989746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We slipped our toes into the warm water, dug in the sand a little, got wetter than we planned on, and enjoyed a beautiful sunset.  What a perfect start to a vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did many of the 'usual' things that we do in Florida, since this is an annual trip for us.  This year we decided to take the kids to see Dolphin Tale, as it had recently opened in the theaters.  What a perfect movie to see at the beach, huh?  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JzKWC_yEG3A/Twb3r2-PB3I/AAAAAAAADzM/gmeivjC6LxA/s1600/IMG_4591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JzKWC_yEG3A/Twb3r2-PB3I/AAAAAAAADzM/gmeivjC6LxA/s320/IMG_4591.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694511111719552882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We spent some fun times shopping and even found matching sunglasses for all of the adults...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hMqcmdn8pp0/Twb3rmuOqlI/AAAAAAAADzA/-y4271LSmEA/s1600/IMG_1092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hMqcmdn8pp0/Twb3rmuOqlI/AAAAAAAADzA/-y4271LSmEA/s320/IMG_1092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694511107357452882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We spent many mornings and/or afternoons at this fun park that is just across the street from our house...and we even got a unique group picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J0U78Jugeds/Twb3qXghbcI/AAAAAAAADy0/mKxQ2xttVpY/s1600/IMG_1120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J0U78Jugeds/Twb3qXghbcI/AAAAAAAADy0/mKxQ2xttVpY/s320/IMG_1120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694511086093561282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Family picture time!  We tried to recapture the colors from that first incredible sunset but couldn't quite get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GU0wN3zPgBA/Twb3qGb6wyI/AAAAAAAADyo/w9jWMsSkjQU/s1600/IMG_1145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GU0wN3zPgBA/Twb3qGb6wyI/AAAAAAAADyo/w9jWMsSkjQU/s320/IMG_1145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694511081510847266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The beauty of this vacation is that we all get time together, but as the kids get busy playing, Sam and I get time to talk and reconnect too.  Such a refreshing time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hYGeb_OdlNc/Twb2w99U3mI/AAAAAAAADyY/eFvQv7YTARA/s1600/IMG_1159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hYGeb_OdlNc/Twb2w99U3mI/AAAAAAAADyY/eFvQv7YTARA/s320/IMG_1159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694510099982507618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course there was lots of swimming...once they finally fixed the pool.  The first few days we were there it was WAY too cold to swim, and the last day we were there it was actually too hot!  There were a few days in the middle there that were absolutely perfect.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zf1xd9y0i9s/Twb2wbAVZ7I/AAAAAAAADyM/fRZRMopMQ3s/s1600/IMG_4590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zf1xd9y0i9s/Twb2wbAVZ7I/AAAAAAAADyM/fRZRMopMQ3s/s320/IMG_4590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694510090599884722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vacations with family are the best!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oeRBwF7AG5k/Twb2vhSEY_I/AAAAAAAADyA/XYfTQwKlxKs/s1600/IMG_1244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oeRBwF7AG5k/Twb2vhSEY_I/AAAAAAAADyA/XYfTQwKlxKs/s320/IMG_1244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694510075105010674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had high hopes for this next picture...it didn't turn out so great, but I just love all these little faces!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TMOKW7ZOZL0/Twb2vMDE_dI/AAAAAAAADx0/8j5YNZWXK_I/s1600/IMG_1263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TMOKW7ZOZL0/Twb2vMDE_dI/AAAAAAAADx0/8j5YNZWXK_I/s320/IMG_1263.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694510069404990930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last year Henry studied the Mississippi and was fascinated by it.  He loved the idea of this HUGE river that flows so very far and was so very useful to the early American settlers.  When I reminded him that we drive over the Mississippi every year on the way to Florida, he could not wait!  Since we didn't cross it at a good time on the way there, we decided we would stop on the way back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we crossed over the river (on a bridge, high, high, high above the river) Sam pointed it out to Henry and told him to wave.  Henry was devastated.  He had thought we would stop and take pictures, and Sam had thought we would just slow down and look...different plans.  So we drove on a few miles, and Sam looked for a place to turn around so we could go back across the river where the visitor center is and get out of the car.  We enjoyed looking out over the river and walking around.  For some reason there was an old cannon displayed on a hill overlooking the river.  Sam thought it would be a good place for us to break out our inaugural 'family planking' and join the strange phenomenon.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8plRcPqQ1Gg/Twb2u_WL5zI/AAAAAAAADxo/-iYrXMxQD8o/s1600/IMG_1276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8plRcPqQ1Gg/Twb2u_WL5zI/AAAAAAAADxo/-iYrXMxQD8o/s320/IMG_1276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694510065995474738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are so grateful that we are able to take a yearly vacation.  We love Florida:  the weather, the beaches, the friendly folks and abundant shopping.  But what we love most is a chance to spend time with family and enjoy time away together!  Thank you Lord for the blessing of family vacations with extended family!    :)&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/29948996-3678082622519195914?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/3678082622519195914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=3678082622519195914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/3678082622519195914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/3678082622519195914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2011/11/florida-2011.html' title='Florida 2011'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KFoD6FOQrnA/Twb4sOqAgrI/AAAAAAAADzw/-jMjza8OZa4/s72-c/IMG_1008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-1998951807627397604</id><published>2011-11-29T14:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T09:24:19.818-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for fun...'/><title type='text'>Ranger Plane!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Grandma recently stayed a while in Texas with one of my Uncles.  This was a great opportunity for me, since I haven't seen my Grandma in years (right after Jonah was born, so 6).  She lives in Washington.  I haven't seen my uncle in more years than I can count.  I was quite young the last time I saw him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we live about 30 minutes from my Uncle, we hadn't found a chance to get together since we've lived in Texas.  I think it was a mixture of he is really busy, and we don't really 'know' each other any more, and he works in Dallas.  So I was thrilled at the chance to get to see him and my Grandma at the same time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Uncle Bill runs an airplane inspection company at the airport, so we met them there at his hangar.  It was pretty cool to go through the security entrance, and drive out onto the tarmac to park near his hangar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once inside, my Uncle let the kids look at all of the airplanes currently in the hangar.  The one below is his personal plane that he is restoring and fixing up.  My mom with her brother Bill...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-laQNPbncNBs/TtVGC6LBEnI/AAAAAAAADvw/SJys_GwIruY/s1600/IMG_1606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-laQNPbncNBs/TtVGC6LBEnI/AAAAAAAADvw/SJys_GwIruY/s320/IMG_1606.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680523520786895474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Grandma doesn't really like having her picture taken, but I was able to sneak in a quick shot of her with my mom: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4j9DFFcB0zA/TtVGCzsU1JI/AAAAAAAADvo/nrLERmwFUKc/s1600/IMG_1607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4j9DFFcB0zA/TtVGCzsU1JI/AAAAAAAADvo/nrLERmwFUKc/s320/IMG_1607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680523519047554194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sam and I thought the best part was checking out the Texas Rangers (think baseball!) team plane.  It is really nice inside...they travel well, by my standards.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_139Y_prRc8/TtVGFRaU82I/AAAAAAAADwY/o-xR7KCgcL4/s1600/IMG_1604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_139Y_prRc8/TtVGFRaU82I/AAAAAAAADwY/o-xR7KCgcL4/s320/IMG_1604.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680523561384866658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L0fNEtZ0u-g/TtVGEzB3xyI/AAAAAAAADwM/CFf91GmDv-g/s1600/IMG_1605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L0fNEtZ0u-g/TtVGEzB3xyI/AAAAAAAADwM/CFf91GmDv-g/s320/IMG_1605.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680523553229227810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Ranger plane was probably a highlight for the kids too...they thought the seating was so cool.  There are chairs that face each other with a table in between, and they also really loved the phones.  ;)  There was a helicopter parked at the hangar that evening too, and the kids all really liked seeing that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mRkxDMF7QMg/TtVGDBTpl-I/AAAAAAAADwA/HYGkcq68dbw/s1600/IMG_1608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mRkxDMF7QMg/TtVGDBTpl-I/AAAAAAAADwA/HYGkcq68dbw/s320/IMG_1608.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680523522702153698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So grateful for a chance to see my Grandma and Uncle Bill and Aunt Chris!  Family is so important to me, and I was amazed to see some distinctive character traits that so obviously run in my mom's family.  My brother is so like my Uncle Bill in his mannerisms and speech that you'd think they grew up together.  My Grandma is planning a trip back down here in the Spring, and I am looking forward to seeing her again soon!  :)&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/29948996-1998951807627397604?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/1998951807627397604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=1998951807627397604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/1998951807627397604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/1998951807627397604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2011/11/ranger-plane.html' title='Ranger Plane!'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-laQNPbncNBs/TtVGC6LBEnI/AAAAAAAADvw/SJys_GwIruY/s72-c/IMG_1606.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-3223187020956945048</id><published>2011-11-19T13:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T14:54:33.989-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridget'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Bridget soccer 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bridget has been eagerly anticipating playing soccer for as long as I can remember.  The year she was born is the first year that Henry played, so she has been watching from the sidelines ever since she was a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year she was finally old enough to play on a team!  Bridget was the youngest player on her team, as her birthday was the cut-off for being eligible to play.  She was placed on the Tornadoes, coached by Mandy and Andy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bridget was so excited to go to her first practice!  She ran right over and joined the group...and she hardly looked back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I8c-6CG0UuU/TsgJdm_wehI/AAAAAAAADug/d44gW3Nh4-g/s1600/IMG_4382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I8c-6CG0UuU/TsgJdm_wehI/AAAAAAAADug/d44gW3Nh4-g/s320/IMG_4382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676797734589331986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Actually she made eye-contact with me once, raised her hand in a little  half wave, then quickly turned back to her coaches.  She takes her  soccer seriously.  Every time they called out 'water break' Bridget would run over to me, grab her water bottle for a quick drink, then run back to her coaches.  Once or twice they told her to go back and sit down a minute to rest.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FHF8GfKK4SE/TsgQHI6zQ_I/AAAAAAAADvE/notBEBk2rMU/s1600/IMG_4393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FHF8GfKK4SE/TsgQHI6zQ_I/AAAAAAAADvE/notBEBk2rMU/s320/IMG_4393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676805045139751922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Bridget right after her very first game.  She looked so big out there on the field!  And after the game, she was quite excited to head over to the snack-shack and get her free juice and animal crackers (which might or might not have been the highlight of the game for her).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rq6n2u7v3Dk/TsgQH40lLJI/AAAAAAAADvQ/pzBa2rFSkGk/s1600/IMG_0861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rq6n2u7v3Dk/TsgQH40lLJI/AAAAAAAADvQ/pzBa2rFSkGk/s320/IMG_0861.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676805057998564498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Bridget with her two biggest fans!  It was weird for Henry to be watching instead of playing this year...this is his first season 'off' since beginning soccer four years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dqCfFeY8clU/TsgQIIM0XaI/AAAAAAAADvc/DGrkaxF-W5g/s1600/IMG_1295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dqCfFeY8clU/TsgQIIM0XaI/AAAAAAAADvc/DGrkaxF-W5g/s320/IMG_1295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676805062126755234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My goofy girl.  One of my favorite parts of this season was watching little parts of Bridget's personality develop.  She is not usually very aware of the days of the week, but during soccer season, she was constantly counting down to the next practice or game.  Friday nights she would lay out her gear and uniform before going to bed, without anyone reminding her to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jtOxa-s6npE/TsgJb50oTZI/AAAAAAAADt4/hjjHdR8Hl5s/s1600/IMG_1298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jtOxa-s6npE/TsgJb50oTZI/AAAAAAAADt4/hjjHdR8Hl5s/s320/IMG_1298.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676797705283194258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The referees are very good with the kids and always make sure they know which goal they are heading toward.  Bridget was good at knowing which one was her goal; and even though she didn't make contact with the ball much, she was always right in the middle of the action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rDMy4TugH1I/TsgJdbx3d5I/AAAAAAAADuU/KlcSnjiFNY4/s1600/IMG_4546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rDMy4TugH1I/TsgJdbx3d5I/AAAAAAAADuU/KlcSnjiFNY4/s320/IMG_4546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676797731578279826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Go Bridget!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GTygNtUocmo/TsgQGwUFo4I/AAAAAAAADu0/SMtPPXMQDoE/s1600/IMG_1550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GTygNtUocmo/TsgQGwUFo4I/AAAAAAAADu0/SMtPPXMQDoE/s320/IMG_1550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676805038534927234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Team picture of the Tornadoes, fall 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back row:  Coach Andy, Coach Mandy&lt;br /&gt;Middle row:  Mitchell, Maddie, Ryken, Bridget&lt;br /&gt;Front row:  Aden, Chesni, Johnathan&lt;br /&gt;Not pictured:  Thomas, Diego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cyZbceNNqfE/TsgJbpb1dSI/AAAAAAAADtw/zm_7QmqZa6Q/s1600/IMG_1303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cyZbceNNqfE/TsgJbpb1dSI/AAAAAAAADtw/zm_7QmqZa6Q/s320/IMG_1303.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676797700884231458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't get a good picture of Bridget with her good friend Mitchell!  That was another of the best parts of the season...watching Bridget develop a friendship entirely on her own.  We showed up for one game an hour early (oops!  Should have checked the schedule, Mom.) and so did Mitchell and his family.  The two kids played together at the park until game time and they were best buddies on and off the field for the rest of the season.  So fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful for a daughter who loves sports and is healthy and active, and I'm also thankful for a wonderful community that provides great opportunities like this one!    &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/29948996-3223187020956945048?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/3223187020956945048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=3223187020956945048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/3223187020956945048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/3223187020956945048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2011/11/bridget-soccer-2011.html' title='Bridget soccer 2011'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I8c-6CG0UuU/TsgJdm_wehI/AAAAAAAADug/d44gW3Nh4-g/s72-c/IMG_4382.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-2933693609388944978</id><published>2011-11-18T12:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T12:38:17.181-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stationery card</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="sflyProductPreviewWidget" style="width:425px; 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He is good at soccer and loves it, so I wasn't really sure what he would say when I told him he would have to skip soccer if he decided to play football.  He hesitated only a moment, asked a few questions (along the lines of, "Can I still play on the same team in the spring if I skip the fall?") and made his decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to talk him into trying out flag football, to no avail.  He wanted to play tackle or nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we signed him up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first two weeks were evaluations/try-outs.  The coaches had them run (and run, and run!), catch balls, exercise, do drills, etc...and they separated out the boys into two teams.  The White team was mostly boys who have played in the past, and the older kids (4th graders).  The Blue team was mostly the younger boys (3rd graders) and those who were new to the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, Henry was picked for Blue, which is coached by a friend of ours.  Coach Michael works with Sam at Sky Ranch, goes to church with us, and his son Luke is a friend of Henry's.  Sam told Michael he would be willing to help out if needed, and Michael made him an assistant coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few practices were helmet-only, to get the boys used to the feeling of running with the different balance and weight that it adds.  After that they wore full pads and started learning to tackle.  Those first few tackle practices were pretty intense and emotional (for Henry and his mom!).  Henry and the other boys learned how to tackle properly to avoid injuries.  Once they figured it out they gained quite a bit of confidence and lost some of their fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qFI1yaks9EY/Trl5sXdIP6I/AAAAAAAADtg/WZ-cAxVxaMA/s1600/IMG_4132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qFI1yaks9EY/Trl5sXdIP6I/AAAAAAAADtg/WZ-cAxVxaMA/s320/IMG_4132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672699008767246242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After that it was time to start learning positions, plays and strategy.  Henry loved learning the plays and the code words they use to tell each other where they should be.  He was put in the position of wide receiver...in the picture below, Henry is #82 (blue jersey, player farthest to the right).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j7_dUHCWBZQ/Trl5rmKxBXI/AAAAAAAADtU/8KoZ06Gv36s/s1600/IMG_4416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j7_dUHCWBZQ/Trl5rmKxBXI/AAAAAAAADtU/8KoZ06Gv36s/s320/IMG_4416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672698995536889202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Henry loved his first season of football!  He was not the smallest player on the team, but he was close...most of the other boys were fourth graders.  That left Henry on the sidelines quite a bit, but he definitely got lots of playing time.  Henry was enthusiastic and one of the best encouragers on his team.  We were so proud to see him paying attention, helping others up, telling his friends what a good job they had done, and generally promoting team unity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_hwWeMhcuXU/Trl5rBGjofI/AAAAAAAADtI/Kj0YxoEMP6k/s1600/IMG_4427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_hwWeMhcuXU/Trl5rBGjofI/AAAAAAAADtI/Kj0YxoEMP6k/s320/IMG_4427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672698985587122674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam was a favorite among the parents.  There was another assistant coach who was a bit harsh sometimes, and the other parents really appreciated that Sam never once yelled at the kids.  Sam is a gentle, encouraging, inclusive coach.  So fun to watch!  Henry was so proud to have his dad out on the field with him.    :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XDbs1ZV-kjA/Trl5pnvobqI/AAAAAAAADs8/IZzUphC5WPA/s1600/IMG_0999.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XDbs1ZV-kjA/Trl5pnvobqI/AAAAAAAADs8/IZzUphC5WPA/s320/IMG_0999.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672698961600212642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Blue team lost all their games...they actually scored 7 points in the second to last game, and they were so excited to have points on the board!  At the end of the season when the other teams went into play-offs, we were done.  So we invited the whole team (along with their parents and siblings) over to our house for an end-of-season football party.  We cooked hot dogs, had chips, potato salad, soda and more dessert than we knew what to do with.  The boys had so much fun!  The parents mostly sat around visiting, and the boys played catch, climbed around in the tree forts and ran around the yard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9lRxpYgXI4A/Trl5pKFyWtI/AAAAAAAADsw/0JoaV_wYkZI/s1600/IMG_1418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9lRxpYgXI4A/Trl5pKFyWtI/AAAAAAAADsw/0JoaV_wYkZI/s320/IMG_1418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672698953640073938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From left:  Grayson, Nick, Caleb, Dylan, Coach Sam, Luke, Ethan, Henry, Alex, Blake, Coach Michael, Jordan, Seth, Christian, Braxton, Brody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a great season!  I'm grateful to the Lord for keeping all the boys safe, helping them find joy despite the scoreboard, new friendships, and healthy bodies.  Way to go, Henry!  We are so proud of you for trying something new and learning that you love football!    :)&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/29948996-4780851892732862363?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/4780851892732862363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=4780851892732862363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/4780851892732862363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/4780851892732862363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2011/11/football-2011.html' title='Football 2011'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qFI1yaks9EY/Trl5sXdIP6I/AAAAAAAADtg/WZ-cAxVxaMA/s72-c/IMG_4132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-3753836009830447067</id><published>2011-11-07T14:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T14:57:36.117-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one thousand gifts'/><title type='text'>Mulititudes on Mondays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Florida 2011&lt;br /&gt;Sam and Lisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PsqnXVLrfAU/TrhBoYZvNmI/AAAAAAAADsY/4WqjVaI3YH8/s1600/IMG_1159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PsqnXVLrfAU/TrhBoYZvNmI/AAAAAAAADsY/4WqjVaI3YH8/s320/IMG_1159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672355892674115170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Henry, Jonah and Bridget on the beach at sunset.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xotmciEstOA/TrhBohJk-cI/AAAAAAAADsk/vot20a0TnMU/s1600/IMG_1036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xotmciEstOA/TrhBohJk-cI/AAAAAAAADsk/vot20a0TnMU/s320/IMG_1036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672355895022254530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;November is upon us and I just LOVE this season.  Fall weather is here, Thanksgiving is coming, fall sports are winding down, lots of good things baking in the kitchen...it just the best.  And along with all of that is my return to blogging...and my list of one thousand gifts, which I've neglected for far too long.  So here goes, another batch for the never-ending list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;191.  leaves falling from the trees&lt;br /&gt;192.  crunchy footsteps across the backyard&lt;br /&gt;193.  stacking firewood in preparation for winter&lt;br /&gt;194.  the first fire of the season&lt;br /&gt;195.  sitting in front of that fire with Sam, just enjoying an evening to talk&lt;br /&gt;196.  our new dog, Fred, who is such a joy&lt;br /&gt;197.  the ease of communicating through texting (saving me phone calls while I'm trying to teach  my children)&lt;br /&gt;198.  homeschool routines falling into place&lt;br /&gt;199.  easy peel clementines-yum!&lt;br /&gt;200.  my three cameras (one of them is always handy no matter where I am)&lt;br /&gt;201.  Henry's first deer hunt&lt;br /&gt;202.  bonding between Sam and his son&lt;br /&gt;203.  Henry's first THREE deer&lt;br /&gt;204.  a freezer full of deer meat&lt;br /&gt;205.  a chicken who lays a bluish/green egg for me every day&lt;br /&gt;206.  Reader's Digest.  There is always something interesting in there!&lt;br /&gt;207.  my strong, healthy husband who cut down all of our dead trees last week&lt;br /&gt;208.  the two trees that fell across the ditch, leaving two fun bridges for the kids to play on&lt;br /&gt;209.  a surprise coffee visit from a friend and time to catch up and visit&lt;br /&gt;210.  jell-o!&lt;br /&gt;211.  uplifting, energizing music playing in my kitchen&lt;br /&gt;212.  candy corn (shaped) cookies&lt;br /&gt;213.  extra boxes of kleenex for the sniffly season that seems to have descended on our house    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;214.  home school field trip group&lt;br /&gt;215.  two scheduled field trips (dairy museum and the Nutcracker!)&lt;br /&gt;216.  the prospect of an upcoming ladies Bible study here in my home&lt;br /&gt;217.  GRACE&lt;br /&gt;218.  Christmas music (I'm not listening to it yet, but my husband is singing it already--and I love hearing him sing!)&lt;br /&gt;219.  Cub Scouts and the fun kids that I get to teach&lt;br /&gt;220.  hand drawn portraits of me, taped to the screen so that I see them every time I sit at the computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop for now, but I have LOTS more...my heart is overflowing with gratitude.  I'm so thankful for so many, many things.  Will you join me and start (or continue) to count the blessings in your life and watch how an attitude of thankfulness changes your life?    :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i242.photobucket.com/albums/ff162/annvoskamp/multitudesonmondaysbutton2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29948996-3753836009830447067?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/3753836009830447067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=3753836009830447067' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/3753836009830447067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/3753836009830447067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2011/11/mulititudes-on-mondays.html' title='Mulititudes on Mondays'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PsqnXVLrfAU/TrhBoYZvNmI/AAAAAAAADsY/4WqjVaI3YH8/s72-c/IMG_1159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-1374613265686028099</id><published>2011-11-06T14:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T15:34:34.151-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridget'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Bridget's 4th Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bridget is a girl with a plan.  About six months before her birthday, she started telling me that she wanted a castle birthday.  What fun, I thought!  We could invite a bunch of little girls over in their princess dresses and have a really cute party.  Visions of "Tangled"-themed games and decorations flowed through my brain.  But when I pressed Bridget for more details about what she actually wanted, it turned out that she simply wanted a castle cake.  She really didn't want a party at all!  As her birthday got closer and closer I kept offering...telling her which friends we would invite, which games we could play, how fun it would all be...but to no avail.  She just wasn't interested.  She had made her mind up.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridget wanted the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a castle cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Matthew and Jordan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a party with Matthew and Jordan ONLY at Grammy and Grandpop's house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is just what we did.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The castle cake turned out pretty cute.  It had another tier to it, but the turret pulled it down before we were ready to serve it...so it was remodeled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ak3oplF2G2k/Trb2NBCh6nI/AAAAAAAADsI/rgazEdJ8S_4/s1600/IMG_0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ak3oplF2G2k/Trb2NBCh6nI/AAAAAAAADsI/rgazEdJ8S_4/s320/IMG_0217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671991484197497458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On her actual birthday, the boys distracted Bridget while I decorated her room.  I had found these great flower wall clings and put them up all around her room.  They totally fit the purple-girly-fun theme she has going in there already.  Bridget was so excited and sure that I had painted them onto her walls.  It was a fun surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UuRMvqyOvKY/Trb2McL-xqI/AAAAAAAADr8/jyjFYLxlGiI/s1600/IMG_4096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UuRMvqyOvKY/Trb2McL-xqI/AAAAAAAADr8/jyjFYLxlGiI/s320/IMG_4096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671991474305025698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The party at Grammy and Grandpop's house was great.  Bridget requested hamburgers for dinner (her favorite!).  She had plenty of time to play babies with Grammy while the other kids played outside in the sandbox.  We had play clothes along for her but she just didn't want to take off her beautiful princess dress.  Eventually she agreed.  I'm not sure what Bridget's favorite gift was, but I know what mine was...Jonah had saved up his own money and bought a veggie tale movie (The Wizard of Ha's--fitting for our family, isn't it?) for her.  It was just such a sweet gesture and Bridget loved it.  It was just a perfect day for her.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i0bfRvL1BXM/Trb2MFKhfrI/AAAAAAAADrw/Ahav7we-zT0/s1600/IMG_4102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i0bfRvL1BXM/Trb2MFKhfrI/AAAAAAAADrw/Ahav7we-zT0/s320/IMG_4102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671991468124896946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thankful for another special day spent with Grammy and Grandpop.  So glad that we live close and can share life with them!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PBmQfLAFU7c/Trb2LH0v-_I/AAAAAAAADrk/R_bPpLnsYnk/s1600/IMG_4117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PBmQfLAFU7c/Trb2LH0v-_I/AAAAAAAADrk/R_bPpLnsYnk/s320/IMG_4117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671991451659009010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here's my big FOUR year old girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jh5NbvmJVVY/Trb2KxOnV2I/AAAAAAAADrY/qQasPwA255M/s1600/IMG_0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jh5NbvmJVVY/Trb2KxOnV2I/AAAAAAAADrY/qQasPwA255M/s320/IMG_0218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671991445593479010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday Bridget, we love you so much!  You are growing into such a lovely young lady.  I love how you light up a room with your wide smile and how you always come up with the most creative and fun games.  You are always willing to go anywhere and do anything...and you're the bravest 4 year old girl I've ever met!  You love to climb things (anything at all) and you love to read books more than anyone I know.  I can't wait to see what God has in store for your future!  Love you, Boo!  :)  &lt;/span&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/29948996-1374613265686028099?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/1374613265686028099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=1374613265686028099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/1374613265686028099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/1374613265686028099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2011/11/bridgets-4th-birthday.html' title='Bridget&apos;s 4th Birthday!'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ak3oplF2G2k/Trb2NBCh6nI/AAAAAAAADsI/rgazEdJ8S_4/s72-c/IMG_0217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-1080422682110188077</id><published>2011-11-04T16:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T14:10:34.136-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Trip to Arizona</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This summer my Mom and Jim treated us to an incredible vacation to Arizona!  We had so much fun visiting their home during the summer.  The only other time we've been to visit them was in April, and while the weather felt pretty perfect, the pool was a little cold during that visit.  This time, their pool was about 80 degrees...perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5yyUekHAIRM/TrRY_TV9SVI/AAAAAAAADpk/aK0Ryo7fmmM/s1600/IMG_3838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5yyUekHAIRM/TrRY_TV9SVI/AAAAAAAADpk/aK0Ryo7fmmM/s320/IMG_3838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671255675313670482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids and I flew down first and spent a few days before Sam was able to leave work and join us.  One of the things we did without him was visit the Phoenix zoo.  It is such a great zoo!  We loved every bit of it.  One of our favorite parts was playing around in the gnome house.  Another highlight was petting the rays in a touch tank...so great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q50rj5o720A/TrRe0h1xP2I/AAAAAAAADrA/cHn9pyoAkTk/s1600/IMG_3879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q50rj5o720A/TrRe0h1xP2I/AAAAAAAADrA/cHn9pyoAkTk/s320/IMG_3879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671262087296401250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love that my mom is not afraid to 'monkey around' and have a good time with us!  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e4H7h9VC3t0/TrRZAFpCJsI/AAAAAAAADqA/d2sICx8egKU/s1600/IMG_3950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e4H7h9VC3t0/TrRZAFpCJsI/AAAAAAAADqA/d2sICx8egKU/s320/IMG_3950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671255688815453890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We took a picture in this same spot last year-I love the way the trees lean apart just perfectly framing us!  Even though it was hot, there was plenty of shade and a bit of a breeze that day.  We really had a good time!  The kids also loved the splash pad area (I didn't take any pictures in that section) that has slides and waterfalls...they were soaked, but they dried up pretty quickly walking around in the sunshine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DliCzYQsen0/TrRY_19SJ_I/AAAAAAAADps/7CYT_r5q6hc/s1600/IMG_3910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DliCzYQsen0/TrRY_19SJ_I/AAAAAAAADps/7CYT_r5q6hc/s320/IMG_3910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671255684605421554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once Sam got into town, we celebrated our anniversary.  My mom and Jim threw us a lovely party and showered us with fun treats...it was so cool.  We don't always get to celebrate our special days together since we live in different states!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DIDqHKCzpZs/TrRezPCZRRI/AAAAAAAADqc/ynzPLcUcXsk/s1600/IMG_3983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DIDqHKCzpZs/TrRezPCZRRI/AAAAAAAADqc/ynzPLcUcXsk/s320/IMG_3983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671262065069212946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam ramped up the fun in the pool...he brings a little more rowdiness to the crowd.  :)  He thought it would be fun to build a tower of kids, but Bridget got very nervous at the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-49_aj84Byvg/TrRe0ZKv4_I/AAAAAAAADq0/uO29Pwiz8XM/s1600/IMG_3988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-49_aj84Byvg/TrRe0ZKv4_I/AAAAAAAADq0/uO29Pwiz8XM/s320/IMG_3988.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671262084968473586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because we are able to Skype regularly, the kids don't really feel like Grandma and Jim are so far away.  When they see them they don't feel like it's been forever since they've seen each other.  I'm so very thankful for that little invention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--3Zgj_ytRoQ/TrRezXPkzcI/AAAAAAAADqo/NMIsKpZ0fdg/s1600/IMG_4069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--3Zgj_ytRoQ/TrRezXPkzcI/AAAAAAAADqo/NMIsKpZ0fdg/s320/IMG_4069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671262067271978434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were treated to a trip to a new museum that is in the area as well.  It was a neat place and they kids loved it.  They had a touch tank there as well as lots of cool rooms to explore.  The shark tunnel was probably our favorite spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JzuqVlqF-To/TrRZBpZ9vDI/AAAAAAAADqM/XJCrqQY-Z3E/s1600/IMG_4043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JzuqVlqF-To/TrRZBpZ9vDI/AAAAAAAADqM/XJCrqQY-Z3E/s320/IMG_4043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671255715595795506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom treated us to a trip to a local pottery-painting studio while we were there too.  It was a great place with so many options that we hardly knew what to do!  I made a cute little serving platter and the kids all made Christmas ornaments.  My mom carefully packed them up and shipped them to us after they were glazed and fired...what a treat to find in the mail a few weeks after we got home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also spent a day at the library and signed up for their summer reading program.  We got there the day the library was setting up a sidewalk sale with super-cheap kids books...so instead of checking books out, we just bought a bunch.  :)  Near the end of the week the kids went back to the library to watch a Flat Stanley puppet show and do a craft.  They all came home with summer reading treasures, and about a week after we got home we received their big prizes...free books in the mail, courtesy of the library!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the kids, one of the highlights of the whole trip is flying.  They love airports, airplanes and all that goes along with travel.  All of the kids traveled exceptionally well and I was so proud of them!  We packed a few books, crayons and a few snacks in each of their bags, and they never once complained or found themselves without something to occupy their minds.  It really makes it fun for me too, knowing that I can relax and enjoy traveling with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GrdK0Z-3PSs/TrRY_VDs3tI/AAAAAAAADpY/2v4WAGsWnH0/s1600/IMG_3790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GrdK0Z-3PSs/TrRY_VDs3tI/AAAAAAAADpY/2v4WAGsWnH0/s320/IMG_3790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671255675773968082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am so grateful for my Mom and Jim.  They value family so much and they always make us feel so welcomed and special.  It is always a treat when we get to see them and spend time with them.  Due to many little reasons, we have been blessed to see Mom and Jim many times this past year and we do not take it for granted.  We are so thankful for you guys!  We love you.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gR_LBk7wrCA/TrRe1zNhQJI/AAAAAAAADrM/LpX6U5Qxp-M/s1600/IMG_4083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gR_LBk7wrCA/TrRe1zNhQJI/AAAAAAAADrM/LpX6U5Qxp-M/s320/IMG_4083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671262109139288210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29948996-1080422682110188077?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/1080422682110188077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=1080422682110188077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/1080422682110188077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/1080422682110188077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2011/11/trip-to-arizona.html' title='Trip to Arizona'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5yyUekHAIRM/TrRY_TV9SVI/AAAAAAAADpk/aK0Ryo7fmmM/s72-c/IMG_3838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-7369772744864937904</id><published>2011-10-29T15:40:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T21:14:19.596-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Summer 2011 in Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been so long since I've written on this blog that I'm not sure I remember how to do it.  :)  However, I will not let that deter me...it's time to catch up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be difficult to sum this summer up, even if I gave myself pages and pages to write about it all (don't worry, I won't do that).  This has been one of the most growing seasons of my life, and it has been a particularly stretching season for our little family.  That does not mean it was bad...if fact, this was truly a great summer!  I'll try to hit the highlights through pictures here, and hopefully I'll cover most of the major events of this past summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave Henry a puppy for his 8th birthday.  Our neighbor's (the Williams) were bringing home her sister, and they thought we might like one too.  It turned out to be just what we were wanting to do for Henry's birthday.  He was so excited.  Henry named his puppy Maggie.  He took her for walks, played with her at the park, worked on training her, and basically took over her entire care.  Henry has a natural gifting with animals (so we knew he would take good care of her), but we were amazed with how well he did.  He never needed to be reminded to look after Maggie, he was very attentive, and he spent a lot of time training her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maggie was a good puppy, but unfortunately she was not trained in staying away from the car.  Tragically, she was run over as I was backing the van out of the driveway one morning on the way to the park.  She did not survive.  None of us were prepared to say goodbye to Maggie quite so soon.  Henry dealt with the death in a mature way and we are so very proud of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tWV0q6Zvf4I/Tqxnl8Iru6I/AAAAAAAADlo/hNWl4KxDN-8/s1600/IMG_3351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tWV0q6Zvf4I/Tqxnl8Iru6I/AAAAAAAADlo/hNWl4KxDN-8/s320/IMG_3351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669019932447980450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our small town has a fantastic rodeo every year.  This year the boys decided to try mutton bustin' for the first time.  (For those unfamiliar with rodeo terms, that is the event where they set the kids on a sheep and tell them to hold on...before sending the sheep across the rodeo arena.)  It was hilarious to watch!  Henry's sheep spun around and around slooooowly before finally lying down.  Kind of a disappointing ride, but he had fun nonetheless!  Jonah's sheep took off across the arena, and Jonah made a valiant effort but slipped off shortly after take-off.  It was a great experience for them both.  I think their favorite part was being down behind the stands where the 'real cowboys' were preparing for their rides.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZNrYq3ACXw/TqxnnEqlLHI/AAAAAAAADmA/HKRaY2jBB4M/s1600/IMG_3386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZNrYq3ACXw/TqxnnEqlLHI/AAAAAAAADmA/HKRaY2jBB4M/s320/IMG_3386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669019951917509746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the mutton bustin' we were able to sit and watch the rest of the rodeo.  Being that this is a small town, we knew at least half of the people in the stands.  It's fun to live in a nice little place like this.  The rodeo includes a 'cash grab' (Henry's favorite part) and lots of other fun events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CnaT9t0tzOA/TqxnnTMq4XI/AAAAAAAADmM/h6eyrJ1JTe8/s1600/IMG_3408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CnaT9t0tzOA/TqxnnTMq4XI/AAAAAAAADmM/h6eyrJ1JTe8/s320/IMG_3408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669019955818586482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the kid's very favorite things is riding bikes.  We ride around the house, up and down our street, take bikes to the park and nature preserve, take them camping, and this year we even took them to Florida!  I love that we have bike-loving kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HiN9v5Ddm4g/Tqxw-xh4ntI/AAAAAAAADpM/tpFo_nqZgIE/s1600/IMG_2945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HiN9v5Ddm4g/Tqxw-xh4ntI/AAAAAAAADpM/tpFo_nqZgIE/s320/IMG_2945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669030254702272210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One day the kids and I came home and found a baby donkey in our pasture.  That was a shock!  We had gotten the mama (Sky) 11 months prior and were told that she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; be pregnant.  We watched her closely for the first few months; but as we didn't really notice any changes in her size, behavior or eating habits, we decided she must not be expecting.  So I was fairly surprised to come home to mama herding her (not so) little baby around the back pasture.  Sky was quite protective at first, but eventually let us near the baby (who we named Smokey-or Gunsmoke, depending on which member of the family you ask).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BPETNUbaXUg/TqxnmKui9sI/AAAAAAAADl4/-KTLvpAUuXk/s1600/IMG_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BPETNUbaXUg/TqxnmKui9sI/AAAAAAAADl4/-KTLvpAUuXk/s320/IMG_0167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669019936364885698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sky is a very sweet-natured donkey, so it was really no surprise that Smokey would be sweet as well.  We found her to be like an overgrown dog...she would follow us around, sticking her nose into anything we were working on.  Sky was a bit jealous of us giving too much attention to her baby, but she got used to that and we settled into a nice routine.  We have promised Smokey to a friend who wanted a donkey, and Sky is currently staying elsewhere as we are in a drought and have ZERO pasture grass.  (Our pasture has been a dust-bowl since the middle of the summer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--sW3POUIV3A/TqxuCBIPcAI/AAAAAAAADoc/zaSBGiCKFNw/s1600/IMG_0242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--sW3POUIV3A/TqxuCBIPcAI/AAAAAAAADoc/zaSBGiCKFNw/s320/IMG_0242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669027011894407170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam built the kids a couple of tree forts this summer!  The first one is up in the middle of a tree right outside my kitchen window.  The second (pictured below) is a platform coming off of a tree a few yards away.  Last summer Sam built them a play house on the ground.  They have SO much fun in those three areas!  Henry recently moved our play kitchen out to one of the forts, and they have various other stores set up throughout the fort.  They continue to amaze me with the games they create.  We often take camp chairs and books out to the platform fort to read in the afternoons...it is just perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jV7HeOeVTnw/Tqxw-QKcipI/AAAAAAAADpA/HLG38kQHbnY/s1600/IMG_0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jV7HeOeVTnw/Tqxw-QKcipI/AAAAAAAADpA/HLG38kQHbnY/s320/IMG_0208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669030245745592978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had some time to go fishing this summer too.  Even though there is a drought in Texas and all the lakes are LOW, we still had fun trying.  I'm not sure we actually caught a single fish, but sometimes the fun is just in the fishing.  This picture was from a mid-summer adventure at a local park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w1Mvj-dIlw/Tqxw9OEeIRI/AAAAAAAADo4/SpwEl8vZQ_g/s1600/IMG_3782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2w1Mvj-dIlw/Tqxw9OEeIRI/AAAAAAAADo4/SpwEl8vZQ_g/s320/IMG_3782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669030228003791122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We earned free tickets to Six Flags (for the kids and for me!) through their Read-to-Succeed program, so in July we spent a family day at the park.  It was SO MUCH FUN.  We thought it might be too hot, but there is a lot of shade, water misters everywhere and they are more than willing to fill up your water bottles with ice and water at any of the restaurants.  Because it was hot, there weren't really lines for most of the rides.  We had to wait a little bit on the really big roller coasters, but since we can't all ride those anyway, that wasn't a problem.  We usually go to Six Flags once a summer (on homeschool day, since it is a discounted day)...this was our second trip this year....and I think it was the best one yet!  While we were there we snapped a family picture at the top of the oil derrick (the only place where you can stand in one spot and view the skylines of both Dallas and Fort Worth!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i57tIL7NdwA/Tqxw84K7tGI/AAAAAAAADoo/WJvkSJvHwIc/s1600/IMG_0725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i57tIL7NdwA/Tqxw84K7tGI/AAAAAAAADoo/WJvkSJvHwIc/s320/IMG_0725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669030222125315170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had another (semi) successful garden...our sunflowers did VERY well, as you can see.  Tomatoes were incredible and produced all summer long.  The cherry tomatoes started later and ended later and were fantastic.  Squash and zucchini were average, beets were a bust, peas burned and peppers never came up.  We had a few good-sized watermelons on the vine, but I gave up on the garden before they were ripe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uExsLgOdZxo/TqxuBXQeYHI/AAAAAAAADoQ/Rw0LJzXiqqk/s1600/IMG_0664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uExsLgOdZxo/TqxuBXQeYHI/AAAAAAAADoQ/Rw0LJzXiqqk/s320/IMG_0664.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669027000654651506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys got to go to Grandkids Cowboy Camp again this summer!  Dave and Mary Beth are so wonderful to put this on every year.  The kids have an incredible time (swimming-mudding, archery, bb guns, crafts, marching, singing, cooking, cleaning, Bible study) and love to spend time with their grandparents and cousins.  Much preparation, time and love go into putting this on, and we are so thankful for Grandparents who invest in their grandchildren!  This is truly a great experience and creates wonderful memories for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h8KuQgq_hFE/TqxnoBkwFRI/AAAAAAAADmY/u2YkiUJXjFo/s1600/IMG_3533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h8KuQgq_hFE/TqxnoBkwFRI/AAAAAAAADmY/u2YkiUJXjFo/s320/IMG_3533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669019968267621650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys also were able to attend Sky Ranch camp again this year!  This was their second year to go to Sky.  Last year Jonah went to day-camp, so this was their first year to go to overnight camp together.  They stayed in Da Berg, the most rockin' fun cabin on camp!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KVkv-K7ykXQ/TqxuAHnZTBI/AAAAAAAADns/GVGwbuqkj-o/s1600/IMG_0685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KVkv-K7ykXQ/TqxuAHnZTBI/AAAAAAAADns/GVGwbuqkj-o/s320/IMG_0685.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669026979275951122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sadly, we got a call from the camp nurse on Wednesday night.  Jonah had been running a fever and was confined to the nurses station.  They were pretty certain he had strep throat, but it was late and the doctor's office was closed.  After conferring with everyone involved, we let him stay the night up there and picked him up the next morning.  I took him to the clinic, and sure enough...he had strep throat.  He was able to start an antibiotic right away and come home to rest.  Jonah stayed home the rest of the week but during the closing show he reunited with his cabin mates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xAkM60brN7A/TqxuAbe_jPI/AAAAAAAADn8/kjELQa2rg6E/s1600/IMG_3696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xAkM60brN7A/TqxuAbe_jPI/AAAAAAAADn8/kjELQa2rg6E/s320/IMG_3696.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669026984609418482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jonah was sad to have to leave camp, but he was so thankful for the time he got to spend up there!  And his wonderful counselor Ben (pictured on the left) stayed with him in the sick bay.  He let Jonah stay up really late, played games with him and kept him company until he fell asleep.  Then he dragged a sleeping bag to the floor beside Jonah's bed and stayed there with him all night long.  What a dedicated and thoughtful guy!  We so appreciate the wonderful counselors that Sky Ranch brings in every summer.  They really make the experience incredible!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aZqcpK1tIZ0/TqxuBF2Tp9I/AAAAAAAADoE/CZABK24Tyik/s1600/IMG_3716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aZqcpK1tIZ0/TqxuBF2Tp9I/AAAAAAAADoE/CZABK24Tyik/s320/IMG_3716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669026995981494226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our biggest event of the summer was getting licensed to provide foster care.  We stared going through classes last fall, took a break through the holidays and beyond, and finally received our license the middle of May.  Two weeks later we received our first placement, H, a newborn baby who came straight to us from the hospital.    H was a super-sweet baby, and our family all loved him immediately.  We worked hard to get him on a schedule and remember what it was like to have a newborn in the house.  (I will say that it's a lot easier to handle a newborn when you haven't just been pregnant!)  We were told to plan on having H for a minimum of a year, so were were absolutely shocked when we got a phone call at three weeks telling us that CPS was on their way to pick him up.  Turns out that H had a family member come forward who wanted to care for him.  We said tearful goodbyes, and told our foster agency that we needed a bit of a break while we adjusted and dealt with all the emotion that the quick placement had brought to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8da51101kXk/Tqxrsh30mSI/AAAAAAAADm8/EIasDczv5Pc/s1600/IMG_3644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8da51101kXk/Tqxrsh30mSI/AAAAAAAADm8/EIasDczv5Pc/s320/IMG_3644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669024443703531810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few short weeks later, our agency called again, this time with an emergency placement.  They were having to find a home immediately for a 10 month old boy.  We had long-standing plans for that evening, and I told our agency that we weren't able to take him if he had to be placed that night.  To make a long story short, after many phone calls back and forth and to Sam, we ended up taking him.  A was a sweet, happy baby as well.  It was a difficult adjustment for us as we had so recently been caring for a newborn, and a 10 month old requires much different treatment and equipment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We fell into a routine with little A and even got to celebrate his first birthday at our house.  It was fun to be able to make his day special, yet it was strange at the same time.  The emotions of working with foster care are kind of crazy!  We had a lot of ups and downs with our time with A.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2MWraDno5pQ/TqxruSRAE2I/AAAAAAAADnQ/cwqnjUBq0lo/s1600/IMG_4279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2MWraDno5pQ/TqxruSRAE2I/AAAAAAAADnQ/cwqnjUBq0lo/s320/IMG_4279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669024473873912674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ultimately we decided that we needed to have A placed with a different foster family.  It had become clear to us that if he became adoptable (if his parent's rights were terminated by the court) we were not going to be able to adopt him.  It was a very difficult and emotional decision.  The kids (Henry in particular) were very attached to A and had a hard time saying goodbye.  He is with a wonderful family who hope to be able to become his 'forever family' one day soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pyl8oWrVhM0/Tqxru-CJqOI/AAAAAAAADnY/qhP3fxXCiRU/s1600/IMG_0838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pyl8oWrVhM0/Tqxru-CJqOI/AAAAAAAADnY/qhP3fxXCiRU/s320/IMG_0838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669024485622786274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course we spent time swimming this summer as well!  It was the hottest, driest summer on record in Texas, so swimming was a favorite pastime.  We did not swim even once out at Lake Fork this year, however.  The lake got so low that we weren't comfortable swimming off the dock.  We did spend time at TM, Sky Ranch, our neighbor's pool and various friend's pools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f1eYCY94JM8/TqxrsWiT4uI/AAAAAAAADms/0otShqfuiVI/s1600/IMG_3543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f1eYCY94JM8/TqxrsWiT4uI/AAAAAAAADms/0otShqfuiVI/s320/IMG_3543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669024440660517602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a crazy busy summer, and it seems as though it passed in the blink of an eye.  We grew together as a family, and we have bonded in a way that I am so very thankful for.  The Lord treated us graciously and gently, and reminded us to be thankful for everything that He has provided us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dBDh-vwwwiA/TqxruMaHs6I/AAAAAAAADnE/AXwDA0WdNlo/s1600/IMG_0160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dBDh-vwwwiA/TqxruMaHs6I/AAAAAAAADnE/AXwDA0WdNlo/s320/IMG_0160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669024472301548450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That about sums up Summer 2011!  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I mean, really LOVE Christmas.  The celebrating, the decorations, the lights, the gifts, the music, the food...I can understand it.  And then there are those who are obsessed with Christmas.  Sam definitely falls into the latter category.  He feels that Christmas is so great that it should be talked about all year long.  Christmas music?  In his mind it should be played any time-why limit it to December?  The day after Christmas is always the most depressing day of the year for him, as he says, "Now it's 364 days until next Christmas!"  At least every day after that is a good one, because it's one day closer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year my adorable husband began a new tradition in our home.  We celebrate HC, or Half Christmas.  The typical 'Christmas in July' thing is no good for us though....why celebrate in July when June is actually the half-way point?  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids were quite surprised to wake up to this on June 25th...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3zQ-ZLaO0Z0/Tk2FIoOsRuI/AAAAAAAADio/mScHXgank0Q/s1600/IMG_0627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3zQ-ZLaO0Z0/Tk2FIoOsRuI/AAAAAAAADio/mScHXgank0Q/s320/IMG_0627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642312291449587426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We set up a small tree in the living room (of course not the big one, it's only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;half&lt;/span&gt; Christmas!), had white powdered donuts for breakfast, played Christmas songs on Pandora, and had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam read the kids The Night Before Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mh-twKH9m-w/Tk2FI10UhuI/AAAAAAAADiw/waAcuTU4lZk/s1600/IMG_0629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mh-twKH9m-w/Tk2FI10UhuI/AAAAAAAADiw/waAcuTU4lZk/s320/IMG_0629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642312295097075426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then we opened presents.  It was extra special this year; not only was it the first Half-Christmas celebration in our family, but we got to share it with my mom and Jim!  They were here for the weekend, and Sam worked it out so they could be a part of it all too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tdb_m8z6WOc/Tk2FJPgHl2I/AAAAAAAADi4/jS24v6QXyDw/s1600/IMG_0640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tdb_m8z6WOc/Tk2FJPgHl2I/AAAAAAAADi4/jS24v6QXyDw/s320/IMG_0640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642312301991663458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the gifts Mom and Jim brought was matching Old Navy flag t-shirts...so of course we had to get a group picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rsFeOhPZ7cE/Tk2FJUGaJ3I/AAAAAAAADjA/l7VJlr8iIQY/s1600/IMG_0644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rsFeOhPZ7cE/Tk2FJUGaJ3I/AAAAAAAADjA/l7VJlr8iIQY/s320/IMG_0644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642312303226005362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Half-Christmas to you!  Only six more months to go!    :)&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/29948996-8488024043626763189?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/8488024043626763189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=8488024043626763189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/8488024043626763189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/8488024043626763189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2011/08/christmas-in-july-june.html' title='Christmas in &lt;s&gt;July&lt;/s&gt; June'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3zQ-ZLaO0Z0/Tk2FIoOsRuI/AAAAAAAADio/mScHXgank0Q/s72-c/IMG_0627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-647609452763490919</id><published>2011-05-27T08:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T15:31:49.865-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><title type='text'>Henry's 8th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--kkYxI1-8HM/TkrXpqbnvOI/AAAAAAAADg8/cbQ26tZfyaw/s1600/IMG_0538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--kkYxI1-8HM/TkrXpqbnvOI/AAAAAAAADg8/cbQ26tZfyaw/s320/IMG_0538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641558593999715554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little cowboy turned 8 this year!  I  can hardly believe it.  Where has the time gone?  When Henry was just  little (maybe a year and a half old) I made him a cowboy costume,  complete with cowhide-print chaps and vest.  Way back then, we never dreamed that the  cute little cowpoke would grow into a REAL Texas cowboy as the years went on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year (as in year's past) Henry decided he wanted a cowboy themed birthday, so we invited all of his friends to get duded up and come on out for a hoe-down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We set up the party underneath our camper canopy.  I threw hay down on the ground, put out folding tables with red-checked tablecloths, decorated with cowboy boots and black eyed-susan's found around the house, and hung 'wanted' posters around the area.  Party favors included cowboy hats and bandanas.  Our neighbor (who happens to be a cowboy!) brought his guitar over and played a little poem for Henry during cake time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun!  The kids all had a blast.  As Henry requested, we had a cactus cake with vanilla ice cream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AvNmURTYSbg/TkpxKJ9CbVI/AAAAAAAADgk/-XPHn_ErURo/s1600/IMG_0511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AvNmURTYSbg/TkpxKJ9CbVI/AAAAAAAADgk/-XPHn_ErURo/s320/IMG_0511.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641445902519528786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We decorated with some 'real' cactuses (cacti?) too...as you can see, Henry poked himself on one of the extra sharp needles.  LOL.  What a comedian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8Y11trRsf8/TkpxKtr8fDI/AAAAAAAADg0/aLfZWz-mubs/s1600/IMG_0534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8Y11trRsf8/TkpxKtr8fDI/AAAAAAAADg0/aLfZWz-mubs/s320/IMG_0534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641445912111512626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My wonderful sister-in-law spent a day with me cutting up and painting old appliance boxes (acquired from the very helpful people at Lowe's) to make what Henry dubbed "Cowboy Town." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jiexclN2jV8/TkpxJznsg7I/AAAAAAAADgU/mVS4rDksgu8/s1600/IMG_0530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jiexclN2jV8/TkpxJznsg7I/AAAAAAAADgU/mVS4rDksgu8/s320/IMG_0530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641445896524432306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course there was a jail!  I think that was the most popular area during the party.  There was always some poor child being hauled off to jail.  Here the boys are pretty proud to have arrested their sister for one reason or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lq9_z9yPCoI/TkpxKS2fxBI/AAAAAAAADgs/CfeMTPGsCgQ/s1600/IMG_0537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lq9_z9yPCoI/TkpxKS2fxBI/AAAAAAAADgs/CfeMTPGsCgQ/s320/IMG_0537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641445904908010514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids had a blast!  We missed out on some of the cousins being able to come because grandkids camp was scheduled to start the same day as Henry's party.  As you can see though, there was no shortage of fun kids at the party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YvkjQ8hKsBk/TkpxJ3z7tiI/AAAAAAAADgc/MqNPqIgICpE/s1600/IMG_0525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YvkjQ8hKsBk/TkpxJ3z7tiI/AAAAAAAADgc/MqNPqIgICpE/s320/IMG_0525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641445897649501730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday Henry D!  We love you so much and we're very proud of the cowboy you're growing up to be!    :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/29948996-647609452763490919?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/647609452763490919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=647609452763490919' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/647609452763490919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/647609452763490919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2011/05/henrys-8th-birthday.html' title='Henry&apos;s 8th Birthday'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--kkYxI1-8HM/TkrXpqbnvOI/AAAAAAAADg8/cbQ26tZfyaw/s72-c/IMG_0538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-1962072534651129042</id><published>2011-05-20T09:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T11:05:17.889-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><title type='text'>Spring 2011 Sports</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spring sports are always so fun...this year Henry played soccer for the Jayhawks again.  His coaches (Coach Dave and Coach Lyle) are so incredible, patient, loving guys.  They really make being a part of their team fun.  And all of their hard work paid off...this year the Jayhawks won every single game they played!!!  The kids were all pretty pleased to be on an undefeated team.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D47-Raxr2Wg/Tl0GGDBeSAI/AAAAAAAADjI/Fe0JiNIfFY4/s1600/IMG_0183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D47-Raxr2Wg/Tl0GGDBeSAI/AAAAAAAADjI/Fe0JiNIfFY4/s320/IMG_0183.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646676208752936962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Henry is the one in blue, kicking in a goal.  He had quite a few goals this year and was one of the leading scorers for his team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8_ZHyL2NvkQ/Tl0GG_jKVfI/AAAAAAAADjY/Ebxs_ehueWA/s1600/IMG_3343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8_ZHyL2NvkQ/Tl0GG_jKVfI/AAAAAAAADjY/Ebxs_ehueWA/s320/IMG_3343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646676225000363506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2011 Spring Jayhawks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Coach Dave, Jayden, Quinton, Cody, ?, Kaylee, Tyler, Brett, Dillon, Henry, Bella, Kiana, Coach Lyle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spX37tdOOWM/Tl0GGnqNe9I/AAAAAAAADjQ/pV3Fi9jvB9k/s1600/IMG_3349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spX37tdOOWM/Tl0GGnqNe9I/AAAAAAAADjQ/pV3Fi9jvB9k/s320/IMG_3349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646676218587478994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jonah was back in action on the t-ball field this spring.  Jonah just adores the game of baseball.  He loves every little part about it and gets so excited about every practice and game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During a few games this year, Jonah got to play catcher.  While I don't think that is his favorite position (it requires paying attention to where the ball is ALL the time, and that is pretty difficult!), he really enjoyed wearing the 'gear' for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-anch0uKE2ms/Tl0HrccbhVI/AAAAAAAADjw/dEY0llKDIp0/s1600/IMG_0454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-anch0uKE2ms/Tl0HrccbhVI/AAAAAAAADjw/dEY0llKDIp0/s320/IMG_0454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646677950743676242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jonah's hitting really improved this year.  While last season he struggled with sometimes hitting the tee, this year Jonah whacked the ball right out into the infield every time!  It was really great to see the fruit of all his hard work practicing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5DPNrQ8TfFw/Tl0GHO1FFBI/AAAAAAAADjo/iWS9ZglWXFg/s1600/IMG_0297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5DPNrQ8TfFw/Tl0GHO1FFBI/AAAAAAAADjo/iWS9ZglWXFg/s320/IMG_0297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646676229102048274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The highlight of the games, of course, is the sno-cone.  What a way to cool down!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C1WPeGVMKqQ/Tl0GGwSadiI/AAAAAAAADjg/qBbrFcokn94/s1600/IMG_0407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C1WPeGVMKqQ/Tl0GGwSadiI/AAAAAAAADjg/qBbrFcokn94/s320/IMG_0407.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646676220903585314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are blessed to live in an area that offers fun, family-friendly sports for our kids to participate in, and we are so grateful for the coaches and officials who donate so much of their time to make it all happen! &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/29948996-1962072534651129042?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/1962072534651129042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=1962072534651129042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/1962072534651129042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/1962072534651129042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2011/05/spring-2011-sports.html' title='Spring 2011 Sports'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D47-Raxr2Wg/Tl0GGDBeSAI/AAAAAAAADjI/Fe0JiNIfFY4/s72-c/IMG_0183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-4537259764764324645</id><published>2011-05-15T11:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T11:33:24.948-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Mom's Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom has lived in another state ever since my kids started sports.  While we still get to see her quite a bit, we had never quite worked it out for her to visit during a sports season.  So this year she made a point to plan a visit during one of Henry's soccer games and one of Jonah's t-ball games.  And we actually were able to time it around homeschool-day at Six Flags Over Texas and take my mom on some roller coasters while she was here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids knew we were picking up Grandma and then going to do something 'fun' but they had no idea that the fun thing would be Six Flags!  They were so excited.  We picked up Grandma from the airport and headed straight there.  We got there just as they were opening the gates, so we stood in line a few minutes and then headed in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aoNM9SNvWaQ/Tl0Mn4R59kI/AAAAAAAADj4/wQY8mReSqEI/s1600/IMG_3232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aoNM9SNvWaQ/Tl0Mn4R59kI/AAAAAAAADj4/wQY8mReSqEI/s320/IMG_3232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646683387054388802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were plenty of photo opportunities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2BR58Y5loVk/Tl0MpLSyXiI/AAAAAAAADkY/u-KmdFydkL8/s1600/IMG_3282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2BR58Y5loVk/Tl0MpLSyXiI/AAAAAAAADkY/u-KmdFydkL8/s320/IMG_3282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646683409338228258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...some scary (but awesome) roller coasters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bnEAbZLTqQE/Tl0MovYDNgI/AAAAAAAADkI/xMbJYgecT2Q/s1600/IMG_3268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bnEAbZLTqQE/Tl0MovYDNgI/AAAAAAAADkI/xMbJYgecT2Q/s320/IMG_3268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646683401844110850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;....and lots of family-friendly rides too.  Jon and Kelly, Jordan and Matthew met us there too, so we had a big ol' group to hang out with at the park.  It was warm but not too hot, and we all had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eDquIT0nywI/Tl0Mo3ylIPI/AAAAAAAADkQ/DReEruHWBh8/s1600/IMG_3277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eDquIT0nywI/Tl0Mo3ylIPI/AAAAAAAADkQ/DReEruHWBh8/s320/IMG_3277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646683404102869234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom had a great time cheering on the boys at their respective games.  Henry showed off by scoring a goal or two for Grandma.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7PIJ718xKM4/Tl0N8NOwGDI/AAAAAAAADk4/FARkbLn2nhM/s1600/IMG_0394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7PIJ718xKM4/Tl0N8NOwGDI/AAAAAAAADk4/FARkbLn2nhM/s320/IMG_0394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646684835787315250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Jonah was just proud as could be that Grandma came all the way out to Texas just to watch him play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FraAz8qkxj8/Tl0N7hxXqWI/AAAAAAAADko/AVXTKvZFImM/s1600/IMG_0404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FraAz8qkxj8/Tl0N7hxXqWI/AAAAAAAADko/AVXTKvZFImM/s320/IMG_0404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646684824121354594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She spent some time getting to know our sweet baby donkey, Smokey.  Mom loved the donkey...how could you not?  She is just the sweetest thing, all fluff and cuddles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Mt7cjmpTW0/Tl0MoEvCPwI/AAAAAAAADkA/f8sh5X1QgZ8/s1600/IMG_3319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7Mt7cjmpTW0/Tl0MoEvCPwI/AAAAAAAADkA/f8sh5X1QgZ8/s320/IMG_3319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646683390397792002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had such a great visit!  I love getting to spend time with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CMn_UvDd-g4/Tl0N76k5vkI/AAAAAAAADkw/6R4TL0LB54M/s1600/IMG_0413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CMn_UvDd-g4/Tl0N76k5vkI/AAAAAAAADkw/6R4TL0LB54M/s320/IMG_0413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646684830779948610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Henry got his new puppy while Grandma was here, so we spent some time at the park with her.  The weather was just about perfect the whole time she was here.  We took the kid's bikes and rode around the lake, which is where I snapped this great picture: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-amZh2zW6myU/Tl0N7Q7ImLI/AAAAAAAADkg/ybQNBBhAsoM/s1600/IMG_3353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-amZh2zW6myU/Tl0N7Q7ImLI/AAAAAAAADkg/ybQNBBhAsoM/s320/IMG_3353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646684819598907570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks for the visit, Mom!  It meant so much to the boys to have you see them play their sports, and we had so much fun at Six Flags, playing Ticket to Ride, hanging out and talking.  Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29948996-4537259764764324645?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/4537259764764324645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=4537259764764324645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/4537259764764324645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/4537259764764324645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2011/05/moms-visit.html' title='Mom&apos;s Visit'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aoNM9SNvWaQ/Tl0Mn4R59kI/AAAAAAAADj4/wQY8mReSqEI/s72-c/IMG_3232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-8178907423938439988</id><published>2011-04-28T16:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T07:19:38.394-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Fishing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sam works at a ranch that has a great lake on the property.  The camp uses it for all sorts of water activities (boating, jet-skiing, water slides, etc...), but to Sam, it's greatest benefit is the fishing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam recently took us all out in the boat for an afternoon of fishing.  It was planned to be a date-day for just Sam and me but our babysitter canceled at the last minute.  It wasn't too disappointing as we just easily made it into a family day!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam has taken the boys one at a time and together, but this was our first outing all together.  The funny thing was that Bridget was REALLY nervous about being in a boat.  We spend a lot of time during the summer at the lake and we are often in and out of boats, but I guess Bridget has avoided any boat time for the last few summers.  She didn't want to get in, and when the boat started moving she started screaming.  It was kinda funny, but it just made me realize we need to get her out there more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5lTNGLYNC7s/TbnensibUVI/AAAAAAAADeQ/hSYvWC_pPfk/s1600/IMG_2639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5lTNGLYNC7s/TbnensibUVI/AAAAAAAADeQ/hSYvWC_pPfk/s320/IMG_2639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600752385163743570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam rigged me up with two lures on one line...and I caught two fish at once!  That was definitely the highlight of my day.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fqcd_bFy10Y/Tbqmt94chRI/AAAAAAAADe4/_ax4v2YFCuI/s1600/IMG_2663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fqcd_bFy10Y/Tbqmt94chRI/AAAAAAAADe4/_ax4v2YFCuI/s320/IMG_2663.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600972395224270098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bridget didn't catch anything because she wasn't really interested in fishing, but she did hold a fish that someone else caught.  She is so brave when it comes to creepy-crawly or slimy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYS4yDeCi3Q/TbneoxHumLI/AAAAAAAADeo/XRAbtFYLYdc/s1600/IMG_2662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYS4yDeCi3Q/TbneoxHumLI/AAAAAAAADeo/XRAbtFYLYdc/s320/IMG_2662.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600752403573807282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jonah had quite a few bites and brought a couple fish into the boat.  He is by far our most patient fisherman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1wfWkqzoFyg/TbneoDhkh5I/AAAAAAAADeY/Ll0bpxyg9hU/s1600/IMG_2660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1wfWkqzoFyg/TbneoDhkh5I/AAAAAAAADeY/Ll0bpxyg9hU/s320/IMG_2660.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600752391334168466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Henry got a few bites as well.  He loves fishing because it's something he can do with his dad.  He's a little less patient, but I think it's just because he doesn't like to be still.  :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xu3atrKrEBg/TbneoW4QeII/AAAAAAAADeg/Fn5ufY7veYA/s1600/IMG_2661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xu3atrKrEBg/TbneoW4QeII/AAAAAAAADeg/Fn5ufY7veYA/s320/IMG_2661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600752396529596546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The weather was beautiful, the fish were biting and it was a perfect day!&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/29948996-8178907423938439988?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/8178907423938439988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=8178907423938439988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/8178907423938439988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/8178907423938439988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2011/04/sam-works-at-ranch-that-has-great-lake.html' title='Fishing'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5lTNGLYNC7s/TbnensibUVI/AAAAAAAADeQ/hSYvWC_pPfk/s72-c/IMG_2639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-6503854326696175580</id><published>2011-04-28T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T14:31:46.367-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Easter Week Camping at Beaver's Bend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This Easter, we continued our tradition of celebrating by going camping.  We gathered up our closest friends (Dave &amp;amp; MaryBeth, and Jon &amp;amp; Kelly), packed up some food and our bikes, and headed North to Oklahoma!  It was dark-thirty by the time we got there, so Sam and Jon had to park the campers without the benefit of daylight.  Dave and MaryBeth had gotten there a little earlier and were already set up, so they helped wrangle the kids while we got everything settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pYHi8a3BWTs/Tk1zIaULd-I/AAAAAAAADiY/qukwsEtIaNA/s1600/IMG_2887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pYHi8a3BWTs/Tk1zIaULd-I/AAAAAAAADiY/qukwsEtIaNA/s320/IMG_2887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642292496505206754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jon enjoys cooking over the campfire, so he was our designated camp-cook.  He provided the best breakfasts for us all every morning...bacon, eggs made to order, toast, potatoes...yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y7R3OZbubUo/TkwpoM7p0zI/AAAAAAAADiE/Ifk3wE85sS8/s1600/IMG_2993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y7R3OZbubUo/TkwpoM7p0zI/AAAAAAAADiE/Ifk3wE85sS8/s320/IMG_2993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641930203831325490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went on a couple of hikes during the week.  The area is beautiful and there are trails everywhere we looked.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ehRyQjp1NwM/Tkwpn5FdFXI/AAAAAAAADh8/GIfho1d1vI4/s1600/IMG_3018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ehRyQjp1NwM/Tkwpn5FdFXI/AAAAAAAADh8/GIfho1d1vI4/s320/IMG_3018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641930198503724402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  We actually spent most of one day looking for geocaches that Sam had downloaded to his GPS.  We had never done that before and found it to be quite fun!  There were a few that seemingly led to nowhere (or had been removed) but we did find three or four.  The kids weren't sure about the whole thing, but as soon as we found our first 'treasure' they were hooked!  Jonah was doggedly determined and was the first to spot at least two of the caches.  The treasures inside were various knick-knacks (I think this next picture shows what the kids picked from one of the more bounteous boxes...a bath toy, a sheriff's badge, and a fishing bobber).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GP4vGEVnYxw/Tk18XFd0RZI/AAAAAAAADig/yF-F6hszI3g/s1600/IMG_3007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GP4vGEVnYxw/Tk18XFd0RZI/AAAAAAAADig/yF-F6hszI3g/s320/IMG_3007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642302644211172754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had quite a bit of rain that week, so everything was fairly wet.  On this next hike, we had to go off the trail and into the woods because there was a pond blocking our way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JVBG6kBvNog/Tkwpnl6eL2I/AAAAAAAADh0/pCEy311InG8/s1600/IMG_3016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JVBG6kBvNog/Tkwpnl6eL2I/AAAAAAAADh0/pCEy311InG8/s320/IMG_3016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641930193357385570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were very excited to get our bikes out and go on a few family bike rides while we were there!  Bridget was very nervous about riding on the back of her daddy's bike at first, but once she realized how fun it is (and how fast they could go!) she thought it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bu3a1Dcy01g/Tkwpnc3CvkI/AAAAAAAADhs/Y7Ozxf8qSFQ/s1600/IMG_2899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bu3a1Dcy01g/Tkwpnc3CvkI/AAAAAAAADhs/Y7Ozxf8qSFQ/s320/IMG_2899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641930190927085122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On one bike ride down to the park, Dave and I were waiting on Jonah and we were the last ones to leave.  Dave started laughing and I looked over to see that he was holding his pedal in his hand!  It had fallen right off of his bike.  I rode up and got Sam to come back to help.  In the mean time, Dave tried to fix it himself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z_vlc28RRHE/Tkwpoe8d0aI/AAAAAAAADiM/lgLwSrcuL64/s1600/IMG_2909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z_vlc28RRHE/Tkwpoe8d0aI/AAAAAAAADiM/lgLwSrcuL64/s320/IMG_2909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641930208666571170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look closely, and you might see that there is a problem in the way that he arranged the pedals.  Let's just say it was a good thing Sam came back to help!   ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain didn't really slow the kids down any.  We made them stay inside while it was pouring or when there was lightning, but otherwise they just continued on as though the weather was perfect.  The loop we were staying on was completely empty (except for one poor man staying in a tent--did I mention it POURED???), so the kids made the camp-loop their 'track'.  They had so much fun riding around and around on it.  Coming down one side was a fairly steep hill, and we would all sit around the camp fire and cringe as we'd watch Bridget and Matthew come flying down that hill with their training wheels flopping on either side.  They never had any major crash, so all was well in the end, but I do recall limiting them to only riding up-hill for a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wt_uNmLxBzo/TkwnaPHowrI/AAAAAAAADhk/VRgr1Mmtjow/s1600/IMG_2945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wt_uNmLxBzo/TkwnaPHowrI/AAAAAAAADhk/VRgr1Mmtjow/s320/IMG_2945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641927764877034162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It wasn't hot while we were there, but the kids wanted to go swimming anyway.  We rode our bikes over to a nice little rocky area where the kids could wade around and play.  The braver ones (Sam, Henry and Jonah) swam out a bit and the younger ones stayed closer to shore.  It was chilly but fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pjskra_nxeQ/TkwnZqsaI0I/AAAAAAAADhc/npDrWPXkH9U/s1600/IMG_3047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pjskra_nxeQ/TkwnZqsaI0I/AAAAAAAADhc/npDrWPXkH9U/s320/IMG_3047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641927755099153218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dave and MaryBeth wanted to head back to town so they could attend the Easter Sunday service at their church, so they left a day before the rest of us did.  Before they left though, MaryBeth prepared and treated us to an Easter Seder.  We had the traditional passover meal and learned about the reasons for all that was taking place.  It was interesting and educational and we all enjoyed it.  MaryBeth also led the kids in washing each other's feet, and she helped them to each prepare a set of resurrection eggs to take home to help them remember the Easter story and Jesus' purpose and work on the cross. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DgPjN5N20qA/TkwnZYEBLcI/AAAAAAAADhU/_bnpYFvni_s/s1600/IMG_3050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DgPjN5N20qA/TkwnZYEBLcI/AAAAAAAADhU/_bnpYFvni_s/s320/IMG_3050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641927750097907138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beaver's Bend State Park puts on a great Easter egg hunt every year, and we participated in it again this year.  They separate the children by ages, and then dump hundreds of eggs in sectioned off areas of the park.  In each area are hidden a number of special tickets that the kids then get to redeem for a stuffed bunny at the end of the hunt.  We left with buckets full of candy and three cute stuffed bunnies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xOY44eoNazM/TkwnZOTfZQI/AAAAAAAADhM/8HW2MAjJRZI/s1600/IMG_3063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xOY44eoNazM/TkwnZOTfZQI/AAAAAAAADhM/8HW2MAjJRZI/s320/IMG_3063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641927747478447362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They also have a new nature/visitor center at the park, so we went and visited that after the egg hunt.  It was a great place and we spent longer there than we intended to!  We were able to snap a group shot with the self-timer while we were there, including everyone except Dave and MaryBeth (because they had already headed home).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bB9W4utrqRE/TkwnY4BX-rI/AAAAAAAADhE/JkgCF8l351w/s1600/IMG_3067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bB9W4utrqRE/TkwnY4BX-rI/AAAAAAAADhE/JkgCF8l351w/s320/IMG_3067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641927741496883890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a wonderful trip!  We made a lot of memories and enjoyed God's beautiful creation.  We were reminded just how much we love camping!  Living in Texas, we don't tend to look forward to camping in the summer anymore...it is just too hot!  So this was one of our last trips of the spring, and now we are looking forward to some nice (hopefully cooler) camping in the fall.&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/29948996-6503854326696175580?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/6503854326696175580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=6503854326696175580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/6503854326696175580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/6503854326696175580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2011/08/easter-week-camping-at-beavers-bend.html' title='Easter Week Camping at Beaver&apos;s Bend'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pYHi8a3BWTs/Tk1zIaULd-I/AAAAAAAADiY/qukwsEtIaNA/s72-c/IMG_2887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-6219156904631242823</id><published>2011-04-28T09:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T09:24:46.019-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridget'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><title type='text'>Easter Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I3hs4sE1WSA/Tbl3m9xNZ1I/AAAAAAAADdQ/KRCVGZlT2MY/s1600/IMG_2417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I3hs4sE1WSA/Tbl3m9xNZ1I/AAAAAAAADdQ/KRCVGZlT2MY/s320/IMG_2417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600639122911618898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went camping over Easter, so we didn't have the traditional church service this year.  Our kids had already gotten new Easter clothes before we realized we would be camping, so I made sure to get some great pictures of them a few weeks ago.  Henry wasn't really happy with the suit I bought him (the button down shirt is purple and he thinks that makes it a girl color), so I just let him pick something he would be comfortable wearing.  Happy Easter! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry David, age 7&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OInmr_N6Q5M/Tbl3oFZ9VhI/AAAAAAAADdo/ekHw7ESvpvo/s1600/IMG_2444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OInmr_N6Q5M/Tbl3oFZ9VhI/AAAAAAAADdo/ekHw7ESvpvo/s320/IMG_2444.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600639142141449746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Samuel Jonah, age 6&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OPpkzP9_9Ug/Tbl3nrL0HdI/AAAAAAAADdg/Myh6qGHELPs/s1600/IMG_2437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OPpkzP9_9Ug/Tbl3nrL0HdI/AAAAAAAADdg/Myh6qGHELPs/s320/IMG_2437.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600639135102803410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bridget Mary, age 3&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cyy2EK5PYM0/Tbl3oTgnYSI/AAAAAAAADdw/9MGJ-VrMz5M/s1600/IMG_2439.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cyy2EK5PYM0/Tbl3oTgnYSI/AAAAAAAADdw/9MGJ-VrMz5M/s320/IMG_2439.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600639145927467298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29948996-6219156904631242823?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/6219156904631242823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=6219156904631242823' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/6219156904631242823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/6219156904631242823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-pictures.html' title='Easter Pictures'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I3hs4sE1WSA/Tbl3m9xNZ1I/AAAAAAAADdQ/KRCVGZlT2MY/s72-c/IMG_2417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-7750695258213025449</id><published>2011-04-28T08:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T09:07:40.066-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Springtime in Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When spring hits around here, we get pretty busy.  Not only does it come earlier than I expect every year (I grew up in the North!), but it also brings with it beautiful (perfect, really) weather, kids sports like soccer and t-ball, field trips to the zoo and nature preserve, park dates with friends, and so much more!  And this year we are getting licensed to be a foster home, and that has added even more to our schedule!  Busy is good, though.  Here are a few of the highlights from our fun, full spring!   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BZEEqE1WKmw/Tbluu3qKdkI/AAAAAAAADcA/VGnD9irN2Sw/s1600/IMG_0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BZEEqE1WKmw/Tbluu3qKdkI/AAAAAAAADcA/VGnD9irN2Sw/s320/IMG_0131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600629363105756738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The nature preserve with Ethan and Ella...one of our favorite spots to ride bikes!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N1B2f9D8bhg/Tblxrc10DfI/AAAAAAAADc4/rzoASuoAkfI/s1600/IMG_2406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N1B2f9D8bhg/Tblxrc10DfI/AAAAAAAADc4/rzoASuoAkfI/s320/IMG_2406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600632602902138354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was able to attend a refreshingly encouraging women's conference (Momheart) in Dallas with my mother in law and good friend.  The picture cracks me up because when we walked up to the horse statue, they both instictively stuck a finger in it's nose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Aul5ulNwOc/TblxsANDc8I/AAAAAAAADdI/VWFrS6Z3RcQ/s1600/IMG_2828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Aul5ulNwOc/TblxsANDc8I/AAAAAAAADdI/VWFrS6Z3RcQ/s320/IMG_2828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600632612394857410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the many trips to the zoo on a sunny, windy day with friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxAoU-vTrSU/Tblxr_yG_2I/AAAAAAAADdA/84N1gVupem0/s1600/IMG_2583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TxAoU-vTrSU/Tblxr_yG_2I/AAAAAAAADdA/84N1gVupem0/s320/IMG_2583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600632612281843554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to a friend's house to feed their animals while they were out of town, and we were surprised to find a brand new baby goat!  That was a real treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nhuwbSWk8Fs/Tbluwyaa5nI/AAAAAAAADcg/gZQlZYEuJNc/s1600/IMG_2563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nhuwbSWk8Fs/Tbluwyaa5nI/AAAAAAAADcg/gZQlZYEuJNc/s320/IMG_2563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600629396057286258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another trip to the zoo, with Bridget's friends this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7gzu01HOd44/TbluwLd8wiI/AAAAAAAADcY/FrwkKElSbEI/s1600/IMG_2552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7gzu01HOd44/TbluwLd8wiI/AAAAAAAADcY/FrwkKElSbEI/s320/IMG_2552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600629385603105314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bridget with her buddies Mckellee and Emma...sweet little girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r7y3xLM2tSk/TblxrUWWMjI/AAAAAAAADcw/_sGbepZQazY/s1600/IMG_0144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r7y3xLM2tSk/TblxrUWWMjI/AAAAAAAADcw/_sGbepZQazY/s320/IMG_0144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600632600622674482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flags over Bridget's bed...I think I was needing a creative outlet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eLfVAe61r1A/TblxrFhRouI/AAAAAAAADco/fQ564CUsiyY/s1600/IMG_0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eLfVAe61r1A/TblxrFhRouI/AAAAAAAADco/fQ564CUsiyY/s320/IMG_0145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600632596641981154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picnic with Kelly and kids...love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dJsaqgnSqUw/Tbluvr1Wd1I/AAAAAAAADcQ/gaDaaGPxUXE/s1600/IMG_0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dJsaqgnSqUw/Tbluvr1Wd1I/AAAAAAAADcQ/gaDaaGPxUXE/s320/IMG_0149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600629377111324498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hanging at the play area of the zoo with Jordan and Matthew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kPoP09CIRTY/TbluvQv4QYI/AAAAAAAADcI/KPXymQc0zBA/s1600/IMG_0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kPoP09CIRTY/TbluvQv4QYI/AAAAAAAADcI/KPXymQc0zBA/s320/IMG_0137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600629369840615810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And one last shot of the nature preserve.  The boys found a matching set of deer horns while we were there!  :)&lt;br /&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/29948996-7750695258213025449?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/7750695258213025449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=7750695258213025449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/7750695258213025449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/7750695258213025449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2011/04/springtime-in-texas.html' title='Springtime in Texas'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BZEEqE1WKmw/Tbluu3qKdkI/AAAAAAAADcA/VGnD9irN2Sw/s72-c/IMG_0131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-5430460789606194791</id><published>2011-04-18T12:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T13:25:48.906-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one thousand gifts'/><title type='text'>Multitudes on Mondays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Spring/Summer is upon us here in Texas!  The sheets are on the line to dry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bq7U9WzDQeY/Tax6fm5c7NI/AAAAAAAADaY/_ZcevWt-22s/s1600/IMG_0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bq7U9WzDQeY/Tax6fm5c7NI/AAAAAAAADaY/_ZcevWt-22s/s320/IMG_0352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596983120350735570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the chickens are back on egg-laying duty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C7C5mpY60Bs/Tax6fOlps-I/AAAAAAAADaQ/9u5LBwfJtuM/s1600/IMG_0356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C7C5mpY60Bs/Tax6fOlps-I/AAAAAAAADaQ/9u5LBwfJtuM/s320/IMG_0356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596983113825235938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;flowers abound, on the porch and in the fields...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WQzxIRe9pg8/Tax6ewYgxsI/AAAAAAAADaI/BcZ08kKn_Pk/s1600/IMG_0364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WQzxIRe9pg8/Tax6ewYgxsI/AAAAAAAADaI/BcZ08kKn_Pk/s320/IMG_0364.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596983105717061314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;abundance in the garden...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RGDWvVvV_3k/Tax6epPENVI/AAAAAAAADaA/-UvJ_LEwiMI/s1600/IMG_0365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RGDWvVvV_3k/Tax6epPENVI/AAAAAAAADaA/-UvJ_LEwiMI/s320/IMG_0365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596983103798392146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and I can't leave out a picture of the great new nest boxes that Sam built for me this week!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1FR7WPHfdy4/Tax6eVtHy6I/AAAAAAAADZ4/vHdLGIggqf0/s1600/IMG_0358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1FR7WPHfdy4/Tax6eVtHy6I/AAAAAAAADZ4/vHdLGIggqf0/s320/IMG_0358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596983098555747234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I haven't blogged in a month!  I miss it and need to get some posts up.  When we're busiest and have the most things I'd like to share, I tend to have the least amount of time.  Even if I haven't posted them, I've continued to note the wonderful, lovely gifts in my everyday life.  It is amazing how just taking the time to thank the giver, God the father, makes me notice even more of the simple, everyday ways He blesses me.  Here are but a few to add to the never-ending list....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;146.   Sheets flapping as they dry on the line&lt;br /&gt;147.   new chicken nest boxes (Sam surprised me!)&lt;br /&gt;148.   time spent in the garden&lt;br /&gt;149.   a thriving garden (almost everything is coming up this year!)&lt;br /&gt;150.   Bridget's first birthday party invitation&lt;br /&gt;151.  a group of giggling four year olds in pajamas&lt;br /&gt;152.  Henry's TWO soccer goals at the game on Saturday&lt;br /&gt;153.  our new camper&lt;br /&gt;154.  old camper sold in less than 24 hours&lt;br /&gt;155.  finishing up classes, paperwork, home study, etc with Bair&lt;br /&gt;156.  friendship bread in a bag on the counter&lt;br /&gt;157.  making lists and filling the camper&lt;br /&gt;158.  chickens running happily around the backyard&lt;br /&gt;159.  neighbors who are willing to take our problem birds (the guineas) and give them a home&lt;br /&gt;160.  marigolds blooming all around our house&lt;br /&gt;161.  beautiful buckets of colorful flowers on the front porch, that I haven't let die yet  :)&lt;br /&gt;162.  learning a new game with friends&lt;br /&gt;163.  getting that same new game in the mail from Amazon three days later&lt;br /&gt;164.  planning for my mom to visit (yay!)&lt;br /&gt;165.  finishing up a Bible study on the book of Revelation&lt;br /&gt;166.  Henry's first paying job (picking up a friend's yard)&lt;br /&gt;167.  watching two of my beautiful nieces dance in their year-end recital&lt;br /&gt;168.  packing Easter baskets for friends and family&lt;br /&gt;169.  warm, windy days&lt;br /&gt;170.  craft supplies lying all over the house from a spur-of-the-moment idea&lt;br /&gt;171.  neighbor kid's bikes left in our yard for days&lt;br /&gt;172.  a super clean house that lasted for two days!&lt;br /&gt;172.  a messy, kinda cluttered house that represents happy days&lt;br /&gt;173.  finishing Narnia and not wanting to put it away on the bookshelf&lt;br /&gt;174.  watching Nugget (dog) and Smokey (baby donkey) run up and down the fence line together&lt;br /&gt;175.  popcorn made in the new air-popper...yum!&lt;br /&gt;176.  Henry and Jonah's animal artwork decorating the refrigerator&lt;br /&gt;177.  great garage sale find...pink cowboy boots in Bridget's size for only a dollar&lt;br /&gt;178.  an easy and fun visit to the dentist with all three kids&lt;br /&gt;179.  Angry Birds on the ipad&lt;br /&gt;180.  family dinner out at Chili's&lt;br /&gt;181.  Jonah's first t-ball game of the season&lt;br /&gt;182.  Jonah catching a ball, hearing everyone yelling, "throw it to first, throw it to FIRST" and watching him look around, pause and then throw it home.&lt;br /&gt;183.  five little kids running between our yard and the neighbors with super-hero capes on&lt;br /&gt;184.  chocolate waffles for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;185.  finding Bridget's long-lost Dora water bottle in a little used backpack&lt;br /&gt;186.  a hole lovingly rubbed into Rufus's ear by chubby little toddler fingers&lt;br /&gt;187.  purple sparkly nail polish&lt;br /&gt;188.  red, white and blue popsicles eaten on the back porch&lt;br /&gt;189.  Sam jumping on the trampoline with the kids&lt;br /&gt;190.  bluebonnets, indian paintbrush, and so many other beautiful wild flowers dotting the fields and roadsides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't you join in and start counting your never-ending list of gifts, blessings, joys?  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i242.photobucket.com/albums/ff162/annvoskamp/multitudesonmondaysbutton2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29948996-5430460789606194791?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/5430460789606194791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=5430460789606194791' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/5430460789606194791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/5430460789606194791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2011/04/multitudes-on-mondays.html' title='Multitudes on Mondays'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bq7U9WzDQeY/Tax6fm5c7NI/AAAAAAAADaY/_ZcevWt-22s/s72-c/IMG_0352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-2294926542650992404</id><published>2011-04-10T15:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T16:20:50.949-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Sam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We like celebrating things at our house.  Sam's birthday has actually been re-classified as one of the major holidays in our family.    ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was no exception.  Sam opened presents (lots and lots of presents!) from us and friends and family.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UPfAelODgUc/Tf-2c5QnEsI/AAAAAAAADf8/usqyGJmxkgs/s1600/IMG_0274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UPfAelODgUc/Tf-2c5QnEsI/AAAAAAAADf8/usqyGJmxkgs/s320/IMG_0274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620411467504751298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His biggest present was one that Sam gifted to our entire family...a new camper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I8kAJf_L0qg/Tf-2cKYN5oI/AAAAAAAADfs/cPJmDpNkgus/s1600/IMG_0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I8kAJf_L0qg/Tf-2cKYN5oI/AAAAAAAADfs/cPJmDpNkgus/s320/IMG_0262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620411454920189570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Which, of course, required a 'camper-cake' to be requested by the birthday boy.  And who am I to say no on this most special of occasions? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DBiW9ppVQiE/Tf-2ci6igCI/AAAAAAAADf0/tFkYFPFzp1g/s1600/IMG_0275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DBiW9ppVQiE/Tf-2ci6igCI/AAAAAAAADf0/tFkYFPFzp1g/s320/IMG_0275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620411461506596898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another important factor to a birthday party in this house is that cards must be played.  We had Sam's parents and Jon and Kelly over to celebrate, share cupcakes and play cards with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-2dY1b0PGI/Tf-2d03IumI/AAAAAAAADgM/qOiTqlj3WnY/s1600/IMG_0280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x-2dY1b0PGI/Tf-2d03IumI/AAAAAAAADgM/qOiTqlj3WnY/s320/IMG_0280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620411483504032354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since the celebration was spread out over a few days, we had cupcakes in addition to the camper cake.  Here's the birthday boy with his candles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SJUURBO0cK4/Tf-2dJ9rMOI/AAAAAAAADgE/THsXfI3_Jlc/s1600/IMG_0281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SJUURBO0cK4/Tf-2dJ9rMOI/AAAAAAAADgE/THsXfI3_Jlc/s320/IMG_0281.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620411471988732130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love you, Sam!  I love the fun you bring to everything you do, the passion you have for life, your devotion to your family, the intensity you live your life with.  Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DBiW9ppVQiE/Tf-2ci6igCI/AAAAAAAADf0/tFkYFPFzp1g/s1600/IMG_0275.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29948996-2294926542650992404?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/2294926542650992404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=2294926542650992404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/2294926542650992404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/2294926542650992404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-birthday-sam.html' title='Happy Birthday Sam!'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UPfAelODgUc/Tf-2c5QnEsI/AAAAAAAADf8/usqyGJmxkgs/s72-c/IMG_0274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-508226612639375568</id><published>2011-04-01T15:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T15:57:47.008-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>April Fool's!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This year I had some fun with the kids  on April Fool's Day.  I told them that we would be having cake for  dinner...and they totally believed me.  They were so excited!  I shooed  them out of the kitchen while I was preparing it in order to keep the  secret.  When I walked out with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C0ujHpoZUHM/Tf-zg9auEII/AAAAAAAADfc/_ROaPOPghao/s1600/IMG_2742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C0ujHpoZUHM/Tf-zg9auEII/AAAAAAAADfc/_ROaPOPghao/s320/IMG_2742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620408238805487746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they were pretty thrilled.  It is technically cake, right?  Even if it's made from meatloaf, mashed potatoes and peas?  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To keep up with the topsy-turvy meal, I served cheeseburger sliders for dessert:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kmA68ud2vio/Tf-zhUgpyCI/AAAAAAAADfk/asACbwaTTOg/s1600/IMG_2738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kmA68ud2vio/Tf-zhUgpyCI/AAAAAAAADfk/asACbwaTTOg/s320/IMG_2738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620408245004388386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These  were so very cute...and they didn't taste too bad either!  I was a  little concerned with all the mixed flavors, but they turned out just  great.  (Nilla wafers-buns, grasshopper cookies-meat, fruit  roll-ups-cheese, shredded coconut dyed green-lettuce, red icing-ketchup,  sesame seeds for authenticity!)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Happy April to everyone!    :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29948996-508226612639375568?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/508226612639375568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=508226612639375568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/508226612639375568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/508226612639375568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-fools.html' title='April Fool&apos;s!'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C0ujHpoZUHM/Tf-zg9auEII/AAAAAAAADfc/_ROaPOPghao/s72-c/IMG_2742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-4186632068060469841</id><published>2011-03-14T16:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T21:10:25.101-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one thousand gifts'/><title type='text'>Multitudes on Mondays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm probably not alone in saying that this week's world events changed my prayer life and showed me even more the importance of being thankful each and every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VLycUKT-IY8/TX60Dukr7iI/AAAAAAAADZw/aeKf568yr8g/s1600/IMG_2573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VLycUKT-IY8/TX60Dukr7iI/AAAAAAAADZw/aeKf568yr8g/s320/IMG_2573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584098564120505890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Relent, LORD!  How long will it be?&lt;br /&gt;Have compassion on your servants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mt87mamJhYY/TX60DRB0YqI/AAAAAAAADZo/VrY0IfOIlRc/s1600/IMG_2569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mt87mamJhYY/TX60DRB0YqI/AAAAAAAADZo/VrY0IfOIlRc/s320/IMG_2569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584098556189631138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Satisfy us in the morning with your unfailing love,&lt;br /&gt;that we may sing for joy and be glad all of our days."&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 90:13-14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1nP2rU-8Zdg/TX60DKhB_HI/AAAAAAAADZg/oSUI7HwM70A/s1600/IMG_2541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1nP2rU-8Zdg/TX60DKhB_HI/AAAAAAAADZg/oSUI7HwM70A/s320/IMG_2541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584098554441497714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the never-ending list continues!    :)  (sorry this one is long, I skipped a week or two)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;104.  Celebrating 2 1/2 months of daily (EVERY day) Bible reading&lt;br /&gt;105.  Rejoicing in this new habit being built into our children's lives&lt;br /&gt;106.  Listening to Bridget reading stories to her puppies&lt;br /&gt;107.  Boys racing out of the house, slamming doors in their excitement to get to Spanish class&lt;br /&gt;108.  Bridget's smiling face popping up over the side of my bed to ask, "Do you want to snuggle with me?"&lt;br /&gt;109.  Sending Morse Code messages back and forth with Henry and Jonah during the school day&lt;br /&gt;110.  Early morning fires that chase the chill out of the house&lt;br /&gt;111.  Sam arranging a babysitter for a dinner and movie night for just us&lt;br /&gt;112.  A cozy soft new purple throw blanket to snuggle up with on the couch&lt;br /&gt;113.  Keeping up with library books and having no overdue fines (a miracle!)&lt;br /&gt;114.  Seeing a day-old baby goat while taking care of the Miller's animals&lt;br /&gt;115.  Finding a pony wandering down the road all by itself&lt;br /&gt;116.  Said pony sticking it's nose right in my van window&lt;br /&gt;117.  Lunch at Sky Ranch with Sam&lt;br /&gt;118.  Driving up on a herd of horses that slipped out of a fence at Sky&lt;br /&gt;119.  More daylight each and every day...love the longer days!&lt;br /&gt;120.  Dinner with the Sky Ranch OA's at our house and a fun game of Pictionary&lt;br /&gt;121.  Pajamas washed with a sticker on the front&lt;br /&gt;122.  Celebrating Mary Beth's 70th birthday with a whole weekend of activities dedicated to her&lt;br /&gt;123.  Ann Marie back in the neighborhood&lt;br /&gt;124.  Ann Marie's surprise gift of a jar of honey and a big bag of incredible apples&lt;br /&gt;125.  Jonah's revelation about the name Spaghetti-o's  (They're made of spaghetti and they're shaped like o's...I'll bet that is why they call them that!!!)&lt;br /&gt;126.  Bridget, unasked but looking to serve, bringing my slippers and silently sliding them onto my feet during quiet time&lt;br /&gt;127.  Three joyful kids, dressed in pj's and robes tumbling down the stairs to ask if they could maybe, just maybe watch Toy Story 3.&lt;br /&gt;128.  Jonah loaning Bridget his slippers, leaving himself with none-just because she was sad to not have any.&lt;br /&gt;129.  Henry's excitement at realizing Blake was home in the middle of the day...gotta love Spring Break!&lt;br /&gt;130.  Henry walking around with only one slipper on because he couldn't find the other one&lt;br /&gt;131.  Playdate at the park with a new friend and fellow homeschooling mom&lt;br /&gt;131.  Another day at the same park with an old friend who knows me well&lt;br /&gt;132.  Watching the kids play near the edge of the water and eventually stepping in and getting wet-muddy-filthy-happy.&lt;br /&gt;133.  Rescuing Ella's ball from the middle of the lake with a very looooong stick&lt;br /&gt;134.  Bridget's sweet bedtime prayers for her friends&lt;br /&gt;135.  A random, accidentally dialed phone call that connected me with a friend I haven't talked with in months&lt;br /&gt;136.  March Madness!&lt;br /&gt;137.  Henry's first soccer practice of the season&lt;br /&gt;138.  Sam put up a soccer goal in the backyard...so fun!&lt;br /&gt;139.  Hilarious, belly-laughing moments at the dinner table (Bridget, "He sat on the car!  HAHAHA!") that aren't even really funny, but they are moments we will treasure forever.&lt;br /&gt;140.  Leaning over to tell Sam, "We should see that movie Bryan mentioned in church today" only to have Beth lean over from the other side a few minutes later to say, "Have you ever seen that movie?  I have it if you want to borrow it!"&lt;br /&gt;141.  Finding 11 eggs in one nest today, and 2 guinea eggs hiding underneath the boxes&lt;br /&gt;142.  Best deal ever, a boxed set of Francine Rivers books (brand new!) for $2 at a garage sale&lt;br /&gt;143.  Second best deal ever, a bag full of cute, new socks for Bridget from that same sale for $1&lt;br /&gt;144.  Henry's Lego magazine finally arrived!&lt;br /&gt;145.  Our first tulip bloomed...and we weren't even sure they would come up this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't you join me on a journey of thankfulness???  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i242.photobucket.com/albums/ff162/annvoskamp/multitudesonmondaysbutton2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29948996-4186632068060469841?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/4186632068060469841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=4186632068060469841' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/4186632068060469841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/4186632068060469841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2011/03/multitudes-on-mondays.html' title='Multitudes on Mondays'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VLycUKT-IY8/TX60Dukr7iI/AAAAAAAADZw/aeKf568yr8g/s72-c/IMG_2573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-2511426444841036292</id><published>2011-03-08T16:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T16:28:48.327-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Celebrating Mary Beth's 70th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9ow6zC1iV3c/TbnZfG9ndMI/AAAAAAAADeI/5h7axmJLasw/s1600/IMG_3015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9ow6zC1iV3c/TbnZfG9ndMI/AAAAAAAADeI/5h7axmJLasw/s320/IMG_3015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600746740080145602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year was Mary Beth's 70th birthday, and we appreciate her so very much!  Mary Beth has been a blessing to so many, and we all feel so honored to be able to learn from her and share life with her.  The family worked together to create a fun-filled birthday weekend to celebrate with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friday evening, we (all of her adult children and spouses that live nearby) got babysitters for our kids and took Mary Beth out to Red Lobster.  It was an evening of much laughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we gave her a big gift...her surprise Saturday with the girls.  I had arranged for her to babysit for my kids all day Saturday (to insure that she wouldn't make other plans!), but I was really planning a fun girls day out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the morning with a breakfast of cinnamon rolls, fresh fruit, and coffee at my house.  From there we met up with Kelly and Beth and headed to the nail salon for a manicure and pedicure.  It was a treat and Mary Beth thoroughly enjoyed her first ever manicure.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3HUIpqzCIF8/TbnZe1oTh0I/AAAAAAAADd4/51b0KquvKVI/s1600/IMG_2577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3HUIpqzCIF8/TbnZe1oTh0I/AAAAAAAADd4/51b0KquvKVI/s320/IMG_2577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600746735427356482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From there we headed into Dallas, where we met up with Amy and enjoyed a lovely tea-type lunch at a girly restaurant called The Chocolate Angel.  The food was very good but the service was TERRIBLE.  I had found the place online, but will not go there or recommend it to anyone because of the very poor and extremely slow customer service.  We really did have a good time anyway...it's hard not to have fun with a group of girls like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Ypvw6XxfPo/TbnZey47M-I/AAAAAAAADeA/vxvfS-htgiI/s1600/IMG_2581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0Ypvw6XxfPo/TbnZey47M-I/AAAAAAAADeA/vxvfS-htgiI/s320/IMG_2581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600746734691759074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After lunch we headed up to Frisco for a little shopping.  We stopped at two of Mary Beth's favorites:  Ikea and Sam Moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we were done shopping we were all pretty worn out!  We still had a drive ahead of us, so we turned toward home.  On the way home we stopped for a quick meal at Wendy's/Chick-fil-A. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, we all went to our own churches and then headed out to Mary Beth's house, bringing a lunch feast of home-cooked Mexican food with us.  We spent the rest of the day hanging out with her and listening to her words of wisdom gathered over the last 70 years of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you, Mary Beth!  Hope your birthday weekend spectacular was wonderful!  :)&lt;br /&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/29948996-2511426444841036292?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/2511426444841036292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=2511426444841036292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/2511426444841036292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/2511426444841036292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2011/03/celebrating-mary-beths-70th.html' title='Celebrating Mary Beth&apos;s 70th'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9ow6zC1iV3c/TbnZfG9ndMI/AAAAAAAADeI/5h7axmJLasw/s72-c/IMG_3015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-6655321786111236799</id><published>2011-03-02T08:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T08:53:35.780-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><title type='text'>Sweet Brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qAYpyx1ipNE/TW5YIPVlG9I/AAAAAAAADY4/sX6OtHJ27K4/s1600/IMG_2497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qAYpyx1ipNE/TW5YIPVlG9I/AAAAAAAADY4/sX6OtHJ27K4/s320/IMG_2497.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579493886937865170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One day this week, Henry found himself in trouble for a minor little issue.  I sent him to his room to think about what happened, and he was to come back out when he was ready to talk about it and had a better attitude.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0i2okMsMGPM/TW5YIb_W6xI/AAAAAAAADZA/MlZ2flfs4NI/s1600/IMG_2493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0i2okMsMGPM/TW5YIb_W6xI/AAAAAAAADZA/MlZ2flfs4NI/s320/IMG_2493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579493890334321426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jonah was greatly distressed at having Henry stuck in his room.  For this very social child, there could be no worse punishment.  (Of course he doesn't realize that Henry actually appreciates time alone now and again!)  Less than ten minutes after Henry was sent away, Jonah came to me to plead Henry's case.  His brilliant idea to 'free' Henry from the miserable punishment that I had bestowed on him was this:  "I'll go up to Henry's room and take his place, so that he can come out and play!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a sacrifice!  I didn't take him up on it, but I was so touched by his generous and selfless offer.  Jonah is blessed with such a compassionate heart!     :) &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/29948996-6655321786111236799?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/6655321786111236799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=6655321786111236799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/6655321786111236799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/6655321786111236799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2011/03/sweet-brothers.html' title='Sweet Brothers'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qAYpyx1ipNE/TW5YIPVlG9I/AAAAAAAADY4/sX6OtHJ27K4/s72-c/IMG_2497.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-713625935356124104</id><published>2011-03-01T14:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T15:11:50.011-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Mrs. Lee's Daffodil Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's springtime in East Texas!  Which means the daffodils are blooming at one of our favorite places...the daffodil fields.  About 45 minutes from where we live, this place is a treasure that the kids and I look forward to enjoying every year.  Once again, it didn't disappoint.  The bright, beautiful blossoms positively glow when the sun shines on them...and they go on and on for acres.  Such beauty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year I've been there I've been able to snap a picture of me and the kids, and it's become a tradition.  We try to take it in about the same spot every year, but this year there was a guard nearby warning everyone away from the flowers ("They won't grow back this year if they're trampled, ya know.") so we had to take it quickly and get out of there.  ;)   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0sX8Ctd_sA8/TW1cAvoNm6I/AAAAAAAADYQ/ordR8KR_U2A/s1600/IMG_2485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0sX8Ctd_sA8/TW1cAvoNm6I/AAAAAAAADYQ/ordR8KR_U2A/s320/IMG_2485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579216681236798370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friend Beth was able to join us for a relaxing afternoon picnic.  It was lovely, even though it was a little bit breezy and on the cooler side of comfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--wAEZWDJ8I8/TW1cBYYplqI/AAAAAAAADYo/erN4I_kIBfI/s1600/IMG_2501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--wAEZWDJ8I8/TW1cBYYplqI/AAAAAAAADYo/erN4I_kIBfI/s320/IMG_2501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579216692177376930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lest you think the daffodil garden is all about flowers, let me set you straight.  There is also a lake with a path going around (and over) it.  The kids enjoyed fishing some kind of greenish,  mucky substance out of the water and bringing it to us.  For one horrifying, brief moment I thought Bridget might actually eat it after we said it looked like Jell-o.  I &lt;s&gt;think&lt;/s&gt; hope she was only teasing  us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V4d7vsA0qp4/TW1cBh0zktI/AAAAAAAADYw/u_6zWi51cL0/s1600/IMG_2513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V4d7vsA0qp4/TW1cBh0zktI/AAAAAAAADYw/u_6zWi51cL0/s320/IMG_2513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579216694711390930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is also a replica of a pioneer cabin on the property.  It's set up inside with a kitchen area, tools and beds and is very interesting to walk through and inspect.  The kids have enjoyed this part even more since reading the Little House books!  It's so fun to see history come alive for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rq67jpvArjo/TW1cBE02FNI/AAAAAAAADYg/TTi2vygHE7Y/s1600/IMG_2517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rq67jpvArjo/TW1cBE02FNI/AAAAAAAADYg/TTi2vygHE7Y/s320/IMG_2517.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579216686926927058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beth encouraged me to have my picture taken among the daffodils with Bridget.  I initially resisted, but finally relented...and it became my favorite picture of the day!  Here's me and my girl, exploring the hills of flowers.    :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SMnJgfwZkfI/TW1cA-Mhb3I/AAAAAAAADYY/fS6y0lKPtts/s1600/IMG_2471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SMnJgfwZkfI/TW1cA-Mhb3I/AAAAAAAADYY/fS6y0lKPtts/s320/IMG_2471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579216685147189106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks be to God for his indescribable gift!  I love the transition from winter to springtime, beginning with subtle little signs and quickly progressing to amazing shows of glory like the daffodil fields. &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/29948996-713625935356124104?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/713625935356124104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=713625935356124104' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/713625935356124104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/713625935356124104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2011/03/mrs-lees-daffodil-garden.html' title='Mrs. Lee&apos;s Daffodil Garden'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0sX8Ctd_sA8/TW1cAvoNm6I/AAAAAAAADYQ/ordR8KR_U2A/s72-c/IMG_2485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-8063581343887928017</id><published>2011-02-28T21:40:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T22:02:22.851-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one thousand gifts'/><title type='text'>Multitudes on Mondays</title><content type='html'>What a beautiful habit is thankfulness!  I almost missed out on posting this today, simply because of the busy-ness of the day...but how many joys would I overlook if I didn't stop a moment to thank the giver of all good and perfect gifts...God the Father, Jesus the Son, The Holy Spirit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7zV3dfHpSto/TWxrxXuh6yI/AAAAAAAADXw/02eNEBkvye4/s1600/IMG_0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7zV3dfHpSto/TWxrxXuh6yI/AAAAAAAADXw/02eNEBkvye4/s320/IMG_0044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578952534332140322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IVfjKRhnGBo/TWxrxnZhvSI/AAAAAAAADX4/z7x1zeUnDRE/s1600/IMG_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IVfjKRhnGBo/TWxrxnZhvSI/AAAAAAAADX4/z7x1zeUnDRE/s320/IMG_0045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578952538539015458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F0jjz_TgGkk/TWxrx37JZ6I/AAAAAAAADYA/g86mzMHJ_Wk/s1600/IMG_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F0jjz_TgGkk/TWxrx37JZ6I/AAAAAAAADYA/g86mzMHJ_Wk/s320/IMG_0046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578952542974994338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;85.  Play-doh mornings&lt;br /&gt;86.  fields of brilliant yellow daffodils, glowing in the sun&lt;br /&gt;87.  a much needed and refreshing talk with Sam&lt;br /&gt;88.  plans coming together for a fun upcoming celebration&lt;br /&gt;89.  finishing a (very) long series of classes&lt;br /&gt;90.  hearing from Henry's soccer coach that practice begins this week!&lt;br /&gt;91.  windy, blustery days&lt;br /&gt;92.  early morning thunderstorms waking us all up&lt;br /&gt;93.  Bridget taking refuge in our bed after said thunderstorms&lt;br /&gt;94.  having a picnic in our backyard with friends&lt;br /&gt;95.  little-bitty tips of tulips and daffodils poking out of the ground, later than expected, but joyous nonetheless!&lt;br /&gt;96.  party night with the kids (pizza, How to Train Your Dragon, popcorn, lots of Narnia)&lt;br /&gt;97.  Sunday morning photo shoot with the kids&lt;br /&gt;98.  cooperative smiles, beautiful lighting, great pictures!&lt;br /&gt;99.  so many books on my to-read list that it's difficult to decide what to read at any given free moment&lt;br /&gt;100.  a friend to meet for morning runs&lt;br /&gt;101.  card playing friends who gather on &lt;s&gt;Sunday&lt;/s&gt; many evenings to talk/play cards/hang out&lt;br /&gt;102.  new friends to meet at the park this week&lt;br /&gt;103.  an empty schedule that is quickly becoming filled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't you join the fun in counting your blessings with me?  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i242.photobucket.com/albums/ff162/annvoskamp/multitudesonmondaysbutton2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29948996-8063581343887928017?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/8063581343887928017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=8063581343887928017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/8063581343887928017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/8063581343887928017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2011/02/multitudes-on-mondays_28.html' title='Multitudes on Mondays'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7zV3dfHpSto/TWxrxXuh6yI/AAAAAAAADXw/02eNEBkvye4/s72-c/IMG_0044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-7406556719159739777</id><published>2011-02-23T13:32:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T15:06:20.112-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Great Wolf Lodge 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last week we had a mini-vacation to Great Wolf Lodge.  It was a very inexpensive trip, as we sat through a time-share presentation last year to 'earn' our two night stay there.  It is a place we have wanted to visit for quite some time, as everyone who goes there just raves about how wonderful it is.  We had put it off until now because it's kind of expensive, and we thought it might not be all it's cracked up to be.  Turns out we were wrong, and this place is amazing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're already planning next year's winter getaway here.  Jon, Kelly, Jordan and Matthew came with us, and we had a really fun time together! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted a picture under the sign, but we put it off until we were leaving.  Then there was quite a bit of traffic around that area and Sam was worried about the kids.  He raised his voice in telling them to be careful as they were getting out of the car, and Bridget started crying.  So it didn't turn out quite like I planned, but it's still a captured moment.    ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8S0Jv2PhM18/TWVrpML5OnI/AAAAAAAADWo/YToPHhExgr8/s1600/IMG_2387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8S0Jv2PhM18/TWVrpML5OnI/AAAAAAAADWo/YToPHhExgr8/s320/IMG_2387.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576982068958149234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thankfully, Great Wolf provides handy little luggage carts in the parking lot.  We would have had to take MANY trips in and out without these.  (There really is a luggage cart underneath all that stuff, even though you can't see it!)  I called ahead to check on the room, and someone on the phone informed me that there would be no table and chairs in the room.  That turned out to be wrong, but it worked well that we brought our own table and chairs along (as you'll see later).  Besides that, often places that claim to accommodate a family of five only provide four chairs.  I like for everyone to have a seat!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QyIGLbqIWaM/TWViRtV5rAI/AAAAAAAADVY/OuTUeRRMcXQ/s1600/IMG_2304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QyIGLbqIWaM/TWViRtV5rAI/AAAAAAAADVY/OuTUeRRMcXQ/s320/IMG_2304.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576971769936980994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took a few minutes to get settled in our rooms, and headed right on down to the water park.  They keep the indoor water park heated to 84 degrees.  It feels a little warm until you first get wet, then it feels a little chilly.  We finally all got used to the temperature and found it quite comfortable, but Bridget found it to be a little cold the first day.  Thankfully the hotel provides lots and lots of warm, dry towels.         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0nnVlspz_kI/TWViSANFY5I/AAAAAAAADVg/ceQII2YnQa8/s1600/IMG_2308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0nnVlspz_kI/TWViSANFY5I/AAAAAAAADVg/ceQII2YnQa8/s320/IMG_2308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576971775000273810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We spent the entire afternoon swimming in the lazy river and wave pool, going down crazy water slides, climbing around in the enormous tree fort and making new friends (Henry). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eventually headed back to our rooms to dry off and we went out for dinner that evening.  After a not-so-great experience at Steak and Shake, the manager decided to treat us all to dinner.  That was an unexpected blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to the hotel to change into pajamas.  Great Wolf provides an entertaining bedtime show/story, so the kids got all ready for bed and we headed to the lobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9b1Wt4c10p4/TWViSBF3WUI/AAAAAAAADVo/rdFueHhjJBs/s1600/IMG_2323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9b1Wt4c10p4/TWViSBF3WUI/AAAAAAAADVo/rdFueHhjJBs/s320/IMG_2323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576971775238428994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The scene is really incredible, with talking trees, animals and puppets.  There is a song and story, and half way through it started snowing inside!  It was so fun, and the kids were so surprised by all of it.  The boys loved every minute of it.  Even now, days after our trip, Jonah is still singing the wolf song (There's nothing to be scared of here!  The wolf's out on the prowl, just listen for his howl....hooooooooowl!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DE9chdVEaxE/TWVp9gxqTdI/AAAAAAAADWA/fvG-Fw7eiM4/s1600/IMG_2337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DE9chdVEaxE/TWVp9gxqTdI/AAAAAAAADWA/fvG-Fw7eiM4/s320/IMG_2337.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576980219059391954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bridget was a little too surprised.  She sought the comfort of her Daddy's shoulders to watch the story after the tree started talking.  She was pretty nervous about all that, but she didn't mind watching from a distance.  It was past her usual bedtime at that point too, so I ended up taking her back up to the room for bed before it was all over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JmwNO4FeeGU/TWViShcYXyI/AAAAAAAADVw/A6REE39MenU/s1600/IMG_2335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JmwNO4FeeGU/TWViShcYXyI/AAAAAAAADVw/A6REE39MenU/s320/IMG_2335.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576971783922802466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thankfully our room was right next to Jon and Kelly's room.  After the bedtime story, we put all the kids to bed and played cards together awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O7rycZUGlw0/TWViSiaVNKI/AAAAAAAADV4/1x8SviN1RX0/s1600/IMG_2346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O7rycZUGlw0/TWViSiaVNKI/AAAAAAAADV4/1x8SviN1RX0/s320/IMG_2346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576971784182641826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Breakfast was enjoyed right in our room.  The little chairs we brought for the kids fit just perfectly at the coffee table in the room.  Sam pulled it over in front of the tv and turned on a cartoon for them to watch while they ate.  I don't think they had ever done that before and they thought it was the coolest thing ever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PAGHE3nHQNE/TWVp99DL09I/AAAAAAAADWI/IcVKAyo45GI/s1600/IMG_2352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PAGHE3nHQNE/TWVp99DL09I/AAAAAAAADWI/IcVKAyo45GI/s320/IMG_2352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576980226649084882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next day was filled with more time at the water park.  Jon and Kelly had to check out early, but they just moved their things over to our room.  (The great thing about Great Wolf is that you are welcome to use the water park until 9pm on the day that you check out!)  We fixed macaroni and cheese in the microwave and ate lunch in the room, then made room for all the kids to lie down and have naps.  They were all exhausted, so it worked out well.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did we do, while five little children napped in our hotel room?  Why, we played cards, of course!  This is where the folding table and chairs we brought along became so useful!  We set them up in the hallway just outside of our room, grabbed a few snacks, and we were all set.  We got a few strange looks from the housekeeping crew, but nobody said anything to us.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TQ0lnAtgS8Q/TWVp-JzxaeI/AAAAAAAADWQ/aI0MMrNZBec/s1600/IMG_2353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TQ0lnAtgS8Q/TWVp-JzxaeI/AAAAAAAADWQ/aI0MMrNZBec/s320/IMG_2353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576980230074100194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Post-nap snacks on the couch were followed by more swimming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vKTP2wlmSTg/TWVp-WSaASI/AAAAAAAADWY/yZjcRau6pPg/s1600/IMG_2370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vKTP2wlmSTg/TWVp-WSaASI/AAAAAAAADWY/yZjcRau6pPg/s320/IMG_2370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576980233423814946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That evening, we got dried off and dressed and headed to Arby's for dinner with Jon and Kelly.  We finished off the evening with ice cream treats from Sonic (which we took back into Arby's because it was too windy and cold to eat them outside!), and then said goodbye to Jon and Kelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P0GjGWofPNI/TWVp-hthYHI/AAAAAAAADWg/15PJUchqscA/s1600/IMG_2383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P0GjGWofPNI/TWVp-hthYHI/AAAAAAAADWg/15PJUchqscA/s320/IMG_2383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576980236490334322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They headed back that evening, and we went back to the hotel for another night.  We skipped the bedtime story in the lobby, as everyone was pretty tired...all that swimming wore us all out!  The next morning we checked out of the hotel, swam for a few more hours and then headed home.  We could have stayed all day and used the water park, but by that time we were done swimming.   At least Sam and I were done.  The kids probably wouldn't have minded swimming for another week straight! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun at Great Wolf!  They have a game called Magicquest (which is interactive and is played all throughout the hotel) which we chose not to play this time.  Next time we might join in though, as it looked like it would be worth our time to try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so blessed to have this time away from home in such a great place.  It was good for our family, and so fun to have Jon and Kelly along with us.  What a joy!&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/29948996-7406556719159739777?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/7406556719159739777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=7406556719159739777' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/7406556719159739777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/7406556719159739777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2011/02/great-wolf-lodge-2011.html' title='Great Wolf Lodge 2011'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8S0Jv2PhM18/TWVrpML5OnI/AAAAAAAADWo/YToPHhExgr8/s72-c/IMG_2387.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-3406098465438867838</id><published>2011-02-21T11:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T11:34:14.615-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one thousand gifts'/><title type='text'>Multitudes on Mondays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h69Ivf_kC0g/TWKbsJZs-ZI/AAAAAAAADVQ/9Hl6kNkX6FY/s1600/IMG_2099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h69Ivf_kC0g/TWKbsJZs-ZI/AAAAAAAADVQ/9Hl6kNkX6FY/s320/IMG_2099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576190471378368914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hardly know where to pick up...it's been a busy month of February this year!  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMUXxZqDHiM/TWKbsLN7wMI/AAAAAAAADVI/0B73VriFsXg/s1600/IMG_2191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RMUXxZqDHiM/TWKbsLN7wMI/AAAAAAAADVI/0B73VriFsXg/s320/IMG_2191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576190471865876674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So many things to be grateful for, so many memories made, so many lovely gifts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SmD4nEsrxcE/TWKa006-YfI/AAAAAAAADVA/7UByIcGFUcY/s1600/IMG_2137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SmD4nEsrxcE/TWKa006-YfI/AAAAAAAADVA/7UByIcGFUcY/s320/IMG_2137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576189520987972082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On with the list, my heart overflows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;51.  Play-doh at the kitchen table, creativity abounding&lt;br /&gt;52.-62.  Mom Heart Conference (an overnight getaway, uninterrupted conversation with other moms, a beautiful hotel room, meeting up with two blogging friends I had formerly only known online, listening to encouraging speakers, eating out at fun restaurants with the girls, pages of notes outlining my desires to be a better mom, a new book that I've been wanting (and not having to wait for it to ship to me!),  600+ moms coming together to praise the Lord!).&lt;br /&gt;63.  Mini-vacation to Great Wolf Lodge&lt;br /&gt;64.  Amazing family who joins us to make vacations extra special&lt;br /&gt;65.  Playing cards in the hallway while kids nap in the hotel room&lt;br /&gt;66.  Kids who know how to swim&lt;br /&gt;67.  Three incredibly different personalities in three wonderfully unique children&lt;br /&gt;68.  One with a heart to be independant&lt;br /&gt;69.  One with a heart for adventure&lt;br /&gt;70.  One with a heart full of joy&lt;br /&gt;71.  Precious hearts entrusted to my care&lt;br /&gt;72.  Visiting with my mom, talking and enjoying her company&lt;br /&gt;73.  The smiles on the kids faces when they realized Grandma had surprised them!&lt;br /&gt;74.  Sky the Donkey, smiling in her own way after a good ear rub...bending her head to the ground in happiness&lt;br /&gt;75.  A morning text from my father in law, rejoicing in the song of the birds outside&lt;br /&gt;76.  Finishing another book in Narnia...and the kids begging for more&lt;br /&gt;77.  Henry's revelation that, "Aslan is just like Jesus!"&lt;br /&gt;78.  Sam's new sidewalk down to the shop&lt;br /&gt;79.  Sam's excitement over the new sidewalk down to the shop.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;80.  The orange glow of a beautiful, huge, full moon cresting over the tree tops as we drive&lt;br /&gt;81.  Finding kettle corn on sale for $0.99 at the grocery store&lt;br /&gt;82.  Sunday morning chats in the foyer at church...catching up with precious ones I don't see often enough&lt;br /&gt;83.  Sharing laughter with a lovely neighbor over the phone&lt;br /&gt;84.  A cardboard box that has now become a microwave, an oven and other kitchen appliances...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't you join me in taking note of your every day gifts?  Even if you're not a blogger, take a moment to thank God for the lovely, every day, holy moments He has blessed you with today!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The LORD has done great things for us and we are filled with JOY!"  Psalm 126:3&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i242.photobucket.com/albums/ff162/annvoskamp/multitudesonmondaysbutton2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29948996-3406098465438867838?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/3406098465438867838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=3406098465438867838' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/3406098465438867838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/3406098465438867838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2011/02/multitudes-on-mondays_21.html' title='Multitudes on Mondays'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h69Ivf_kC0g/TWKbsJZs-ZI/AAAAAAAADVQ/9Hl6kNkX6FY/s72-c/IMG_2099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-3372138742742343979</id><published>2011-02-17T09:06:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T09:19:49.698-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Visit from my mom...days 2, 3 and 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sm04hbPzA88/TV6L6Az-yuI/AAAAAAAADUQ/ySBvG_lWA_Y/s1600/IMG_2276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sm04hbPzA88/TV6L6Az-yuI/AAAAAAAADUQ/ySBvG_lWA_Y/s320/IMG_2276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575047217497950946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We spent days 2 shopping with my mom in Dallas.  Sam really wanted to take her to a fun cowboy store (Shepler's) and we also stopped at Costco, Kohl's, and Bass Pro Shop.  It was a great day...the kids love all those places, and I really enjoyed just hanging out with my mom.  Kohl's was my favorite.  The kids went off with Sam to find the toy department, and my mom and I just got to wander around, chatting and looking at all the fun clothes.  (And it doesn't hurt that we found some stellar deals, too!)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rglMS6y9rOs/TV07AqqWcMI/AAAAAAAADTE/i8RL4tAQyUE/s1600/IMG_2245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rglMS6y9rOs/TV07AqqWcMI/AAAAAAAADTE/i8RL4tAQyUE/s320/IMG_2245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574676796392501442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Sheplers, Bridget and Jonah got new cowboy hats, and Henry (who didn't need a new cowboy hat) left with a sweet new cowboy shirt.  Such a fun store!  My little cowboys were in heaven there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AcHvBh8Q1K4/TV07BCcy30I/AAAAAAAADTU/dhrmz80gtIo/s1600/IMG_2255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AcHvBh8Q1K4/TV07BCcy30I/AAAAAAAADTU/dhrmz80gtIo/s320/IMG_2255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574676802778095426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Bass Pro Shop, Jonah had an encounter with a grizzly.  He won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-motzvqGWJA4/TV07BbXIdSI/AAAAAAAADTc/gqciJO-DzH8/s1600/IMG_2256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-motzvqGWJA4/TV07BbXIdSI/AAAAAAAADTc/gqciJO-DzH8/s320/IMG_2256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574676809465230626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After our long day of shopping in Dallas, we headed home to relax.  We played Sam's new fishing game for the wii (so fun and addictive!), the kids had bubble baths, and we all went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x7jp-WKN3qM/TV07A79Gx2I/AAAAAAAADTM/5fByCligDH8/s1600/IMG_2248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x7jp-WKN3qM/TV07A79Gx2I/AAAAAAAADTM/5fByCligDH8/s320/IMG_2248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574676801034569570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next day we were supposed to get a terrible ice/snow storm.  They were so sure it was coming that all the local schools canceled school.  Sam's work sent everyone home.  We waited.  And waited.  And waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5bsLEvcfSp4/TV6L6B1VcKI/AAAAAAAADUI/ZPjsvQEdu9Y/s1600/IMG_2277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5bsLEvcfSp4/TV6L6B1VcKI/AAAAAAAADUI/ZPjsvQEdu9Y/s320/IMG_2277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575047217772064930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It never came.  Finally in the early afternoon, Sam said, "Let's head into town!"  So we loaded up and went to Jason's Deli for lunch.  After that we took the kids to Chuck E Cheese (their favorite place on earth) and played for a loooong time.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mWYVJxLFJr0/TV6Mv-ry6ZI/AAAAAAAADUo/9819O2XPgIg/s1600/IMG_2265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mWYVJxLFJr0/TV6Mv-ry6ZI/AAAAAAAADUo/9819O2XPgIg/s320/IMG_2265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575048144639682962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma brought a LOT of coins along with her (she had a fun time getting those through security too!) and the kids had gotten some in their stockings for Christmas.  So the adults were able to play too, and by the time we ran out of coins we were definitely all ready to head home.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a-5ATrXCSCU/TV6L6pp1t9I/AAAAAAAADUg/2kL2ZfT8EPM/s1600/IMG_2271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a-5ATrXCSCU/TV6L6pp1t9I/AAAAAAAADUg/2kL2ZfT8EPM/s320/IMG_2271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575047228461266898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We did end up with a little snow, but really the storm was just a great big joke.  ;)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Slw4lReEFbA/TV6L6TW19wI/AAAAAAAADUY/tr7VdWKpFKs/s1600/IMG_2274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Slw4lReEFbA/TV6L6TW19wI/AAAAAAAADUY/tr7VdWKpFKs/s320/IMG_2274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575047222476011266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next day Sam headed back to work and we hung out around the house.  Mom played dolls with Bridget and store with the boys.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-knTg04iGkIk/TV6Mwef-B9I/AAAAAAAADU4/gZoRxqnLhN4/s1600/IMG_2263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-knTg04iGkIk/TV6Mwef-B9I/AAAAAAAADU4/gZoRxqnLhN4/s320/IMG_2263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575048153180014546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We tried out our MarioKart game for the wii (wow, is that ever fun!), read books, watched Jonah practice his new magic tricks, and just talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oPpaOxUTeHQ/TV6MwENYA3I/AAAAAAAADUw/_i46hykyd40/s1600/IMG_2264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oPpaOxUTeHQ/TV6MwENYA3I/AAAAAAAADUw/_i46hykyd40/s320/IMG_2264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575048146122703730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the afternoon, Sam came into town and met us for lunch so he could say good bye to my mom.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HPsti2VWia0/TV6L50xVb2I/AAAAAAAADUA/ITBzBNHUwGg/s1600/IMG_2281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HPsti2VWia0/TV6L50xVb2I/AAAAAAAADUA/ITBzBNHUwGg/s320/IMG_2281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575047214265626466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was such a fun visit!  We just love you so much, Mom!  We're so thankful you were able to come and stay with us for a few days...can't wait to see you again soon!&lt;br /&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/29948996-3372138742742343979?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/3372138742742343979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=3372138742742343979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/3372138742742343979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/3372138742742343979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2011/02/visit-from-my-momdays-2-3-and-4.html' title='Visit from my mom...days 2, 3 and 4'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sm04hbPzA88/TV6L6Az-yuI/AAAAAAAADUQ/ySBvG_lWA_Y/s72-c/IMG_2276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-6352878205381157220</id><published>2011-02-11T15:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T09:05:53.542-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>A (surprise!) visit from my Mom...day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We told the kids that for Jonah's birthday we had a little surprise for them.  I was going to take them to the airport to watch the airplanes.  I explained that we wouldn't be in a hurry like when we're picking someone up, but we could just look around and watch some take-offs and landings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an extraordinarily cold and windy day, so we drove through the private airport first.  The kids enjoyed the smaller planes and each picked out which was their favorite.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u9oV3r7bhes/TVWqoRIp_hI/AAAAAAAADSc/tNNlopvY8g8/s1600/IMG_2234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u9oV3r7bhes/TVWqoRIp_hI/AAAAAAAADSc/tNNlopvY8g8/s320/IMG_2234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572547722712055314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I told them we could head over to the main airport and look at the big airplanes coming in and leaving.  Our (tiny, little bitty) airport doesn't have much inside, but they always have some sort of vehicle on display.  Recently it is one of those three wheeled motorcycles, and the kids really wanted to check that out.  We killed some time there until I got a text from my mom saying that her plane was on the ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point we headed to a little courtyard in the airport that is just outside security.  The kids had brought themselves a snack (someone left a partial bag of powdered donuts at our house), so they sat down on a bench to enjoy it.  I made sure they chose a bench facing the door that Grandma would walk through shortly.    :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HvKVNffAKtw/TVWqooany1I/AAAAAAAADSk/QLtvYtSNotA/s1600/IMG_2236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HvKVNffAKtw/TVWqooany1I/AAAAAAAADSk/QLtvYtSNotA/s320/IMG_2236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572547728961424210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonah was busy passing out donuts when he happened to look up and see his Grandma walking through the door.  It took him a minute to realize what was going on...he said, "Hey!  That looks just like...isn't that GRANDMA?  What are you DOING here???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TphP0yTU43E/TVWqo6lro2I/AAAAAAAADSs/h5wXRae3vcw/s1600/IMG_2238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TphP0yTU43E/TVWqo6lro2I/AAAAAAAADSs/h5wXRae3vcw/s320/IMG_2238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572547733839651682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Henry ran right over to give her a hug, but then stepped back to just observe.  He doesn't like surprises all that much, but he was very excited to see her!  The other two just kept talking...things like, "What are you doing here at OUR airport?" and "I can't believe we ran into you HERE!"  It was hilarious.  I think it took quite a while for them to realize that she was staying for a few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X4pSU597xzU/TVWqpFNnv2I/AAAAAAAADS0/1_2ADqF1QN8/s1600/IMG_2239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X4pSU597xzU/TVWqpFNnv2I/AAAAAAAADS0/1_2ADqF1QN8/s320/IMG_2239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572547736691523426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took Grandma to lunch (the birthday boy picked Taco Bell) and then headed home.  We had a birthday dinner for Jonah that night with my mom and Sam's dad.  Sam's mom ended up with the flu that night and couldn't join us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fun time celebrating Jonah!  He is so thankful for each and every gift, no matter how big or small.  I just love that about him.  After dinner the kids settled in for a movie (Jonah got this one from Grandma and Jim for his birthday!), and the adults played a few rounds of cards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-heujfBIfg0Q/TVWqpevffqI/AAAAAAAADS8/v2ssItuLnGY/s1600/IMG_2243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-heujfBIfg0Q/TVWqpevffqI/AAAAAAAADS8/v2ssItuLnGY/s320/IMG_2243.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572547743544475298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma showing up was such a fun birthday surprise for Jonah!  She was able to stay for three more days, and we had a lot of fun while she was here!    :)&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/29948996-6352878205381157220?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/6352878205381157220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=6352878205381157220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/6352878205381157220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/6352878205381157220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2011/02/surprise-visit-from-my-momday-1.html' title='A (surprise!) visit from my Mom...day 1'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u9oV3r7bhes/TVWqoRIp_hI/AAAAAAAADSc/tNNlopvY8g8/s72-c/IMG_2234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-5286293177091639809</id><published>2011-02-08T12:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T08:26:05.715-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Calling all superheroes...Jonah's 6th birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jonah turned six this year and decided he would have a superhero birthday party.  He invited all his friends and told them to make sure to bring their cape or costumes along.  We made awesome superhero masks for everyone that came, and Jonah decided on cupcakes AND cheesecake brownies, since he couldn't pick just one.   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really wanted a pin-the-cape on the superhero game, so we created this superhero and a bunch of masks and capes.  Jonah was so excited about this part of his party.  He just loves organized games!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DIxba4a01LQ/TbhXjyTXEzI/AAAAAAAADbY/Z2m5KH1XcnY/s1600/IMG_2187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DIxba4a01LQ/TbhXjyTXEzI/AAAAAAAADbY/Z2m5KH1XcnY/s320/IMG_2187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600322408945226546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids lined up into two lines...one for the masks, one for the capes.  I was VERY grateful for my friend Kari's help.  She is a born teacher and is good with crowd control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8nPuF6fhHWY/TbhXkSpjypI/AAAAAAAADbo/Ovnma7MPdTc/s1600/IMG_2224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8nPuF6fhHWY/TbhXkSpjypI/AAAAAAAADbo/Ovnma7MPdTc/s320/IMG_2224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600322417628269202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Three of my beautiful friends and mamas of Jonah's friends:  Sheridyn, Alisa, Kelly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5T7GyeReTx4/TbhXkAa_cyI/AAAAAAAADbg/TNCT8PZHR10/s1600/IMG_2222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5T7GyeReTx4/TbhXkAa_cyI/AAAAAAAADbg/TNCT8PZHR10/s320/IMG_2222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600322412735329058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The birthday boy himself, enjoying his moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NHQTTS09glI/TbhXjwnPdoI/AAAAAAAADbQ/7-c4PWMmqp4/s1600/IMG_2202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NHQTTS09glI/TbhXjwnPdoI/AAAAAAAADbQ/7-c4PWMmqp4/s320/IMG_2202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600322408491742850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite picture of the day.  These two are simply the best of friends, and they make my heart so happy.  They spend their days looking out for one another and playing graciously together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PJ7k_xZyeLc/TbhXjqF67BI/AAAAAAAADbI/YwD4QWSpWH8/s1600/IMG_2193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PJ7k_xZyeLc/TbhXjqF67BI/AAAAAAAADbI/YwD4QWSpWH8/s320/IMG_2193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600322406741371922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday, sweet Jonah!  We love you!  You have the best imagination, most generous spirit, and a heart that seeks after God.  We are proud of you and love watching you grow.  :)&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/29948996-5286293177091639809?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/5286293177091639809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=5286293177091639809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/5286293177091639809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/5286293177091639809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2011/02/calling-all-superheroesjonahs-6th.html' title='Calling all superheroes...Jonah&apos;s 6th birthday!'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DIxba4a01LQ/TbhXjyTXEzI/AAAAAAAADbY/Z2m5KH1XcnY/s72-c/IMG_2187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-7526458636850861557</id><published>2011-02-07T11:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T11:40:39.766-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one thousand gifts'/><title type='text'>Multitudes on Mondays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a lovely habit to be thankful for the beauty in our everyday lives.  I'm so enjoying this new means of showing my thankfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A happy boy with lots of snow to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TVAqiZYvGrI/AAAAAAAADSU/beNIXShzKIY/s1600/IMG_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TVAqiZYvGrI/AAAAAAAADSU/beNIXShzKIY/s320/IMG_0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570999509475859122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Snow on the trampoline!  Couldn't get much better for these two.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TVAqiEeH8SI/AAAAAAAADSM/woQhqIo3Ja0/s1600/IMG_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TVAqiEeH8SI/AAAAAAAADSM/woQhqIo3Ja0/s320/IMG_0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570999503861313826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These birds come every winter on their journey South.  The sound when all those little wings take flight is just amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TVAqiAG3KTI/AAAAAAAADSE/RUkn7OBC854/s1600/IMG_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TVAqiAG3KTI/AAAAAAAADSE/RUkn7OBC854/s320/IMG_0032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570999502690003250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;35.  a sweet toddler tug at the hem of my shirt to whisper "I love you, Mommy!"&lt;br /&gt;36.  skype dates with my mom&lt;br /&gt;37.  a houseful of pint sized superheroes&lt;br /&gt;38.  the smile on a six year old's face right before he blows out his candles&lt;br /&gt;39.  family gathered together to watch the superbowl and play ping pong&lt;br /&gt;40.  the beautiful sound of the wind chimes blowing in the breeze outside my window&lt;br /&gt;41.  gloves, scarves, hats strewn about-evidence of wonderful memories made&lt;br /&gt;42.  new collage pictures arriving in the mail&lt;br /&gt;43.  adult friends willing to spend their Saturday afternoon celebrating our little Bear&lt;br /&gt;44.  hundreds of blackbirds taking refuge in our fields for a few days on their long journey South&lt;br /&gt;45.  a full month of quiet times in the morning for the kids and me (a life-giving new habit)&lt;br /&gt;46.  cut out snowflakes on the window&lt;br /&gt;47.  beautiful rainbows sparkling through the house from the crystal snowflake hanging in the kitchen window&lt;br /&gt;48.  a boy who can't quit whistling, because he whistles when he is happy&lt;br /&gt;49.  a grateful six year old filling out thank you cards on his birthday&lt;br /&gt;50.  the surprise of picking my mom up at the airport today! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i242.photobucket.com/albums/ff162/annvoskamp/multitudesonmondaysbutton2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29948996-7526458636850861557?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/7526458636850861557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=7526458636850861557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/7526458636850861557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/7526458636850861557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2011/02/multitudes-on-mondays.html' title='Multitudes on Mondays'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TVAqiZYvGrI/AAAAAAAADSU/beNIXShzKIY/s72-c/IMG_0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-1745787181972828503</id><published>2011-02-07T10:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T11:12:39.160-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Jonah is Six!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TVAja7zFaNI/AAAAAAAADRk/dC8mC9EPDrM/s1600/IMG_2169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TVAja7zFaNI/AAAAAAAADRk/dC8mC9EPDrM/s320/IMG_2169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570991684692830418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's hard to believe my little guy is already six years old!  This last year has been an especially fun one with Jonah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TVAjaqbqBhI/AAAAAAAADRc/L5vHqplWy-0/s1600/IMG_2193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TVAjaqbqBhI/AAAAAAAADRc/L5vHqplWy-0/s320/IMG_2193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570991680031163922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He has had many firsts this year, including:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;his first sleep-over at a friend's house&lt;br /&gt;starting kindergarten&lt;br /&gt;learning to read&lt;br /&gt;camping in Colorado (and seeing a bear!)&lt;br /&gt;going to summer camp&lt;br /&gt;playing t-ball&lt;br /&gt;visiting Arizona&lt;br /&gt;starting Spanish classes&lt;br /&gt;conquering the monkey bars&lt;br /&gt;date night with Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and many, many others...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jonah lives life in such a way that inspires us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TVAjbrd2NEI/AAAAAAAADR8/EVVMgObbBSM/s1600/IMG_2139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TVAjbrd2NEI/AAAAAAAADR8/EVVMgObbBSM/s320/IMG_2139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570991697488655426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He is always filled with joy, and he knows (really KNOWS) that his joy comes from the LORD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jonah is friends with everyone he meets and thinks that life should be shared.  He is the most social of our children and loves to be around other people.  I often refer to Jonah as my 'includer' since he invites everyone he knows to everything that we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TVAjbWZSN-I/AAAAAAAADR0/g8q4gn25g7w/s1600/IMG_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TVAjbWZSN-I/AAAAAAAADR0/g8q4gn25g7w/s320/IMG_0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570991691832375266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It does make it difficult to get a picture with just Jonah in it, though.  Since he surrounds himself with people, his pictures are usually shared also.  ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TVAjbOLlPyI/AAAAAAAADRs/h1WgBw4DyrQ/s1600/IMG_2144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TVAjbOLlPyI/AAAAAAAADRs/h1WgBw4DyrQ/s320/IMG_2144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570991689627418402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six years ago today, Jonah made his entrance into this world...arriving with little difficulty on his due date and changing our lives forever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so thankful for our sweet little Bear.  Jonah, you brighten our days, remind us to thank God for everything, spread laughter and cheer wherever you go.  We love you so much and we are so blessed to be your parents!  Love, Mom and Dad&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/29948996-1745787181972828503?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/1745787181972828503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=1745787181972828503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/1745787181972828503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/1745787181972828503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2011/02/jonah-is-six.html' title='Jonah is Six!'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TVAja7zFaNI/AAAAAAAADRk/dC8mC9EPDrM/s72-c/IMG_2169.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-3069633402759298319</id><published>2011-02-01T11:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T08:34:31.056-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>The Mighty Dam (Sam)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A while back, Bridget took to calling Sam by a new name.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UOr-MnC7mec/TbhBstwBkPI/AAAAAAAADa4/7j45HBdj80A/s1600/IMG_1965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UOr-MnC7mec/TbhBstwBkPI/AAAAAAAADa4/7j45HBdj80A/s320/IMG_1965.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600298373086286066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She sort of combined "Dad" and "Sam" to come up with the lovely sounding "Dam".  We didn't notice it at first, attributing it to toddler-speak (even though Bridget is better known for her clear speech), or thinking we were not hearing her properly.   Sam was the one who finally pointed out that she had re-named him.  This went on for a few months, and has since passed, but it sure gave us reason to giggle for a while.  Seriously, it is hard not to laugh when you hear your three year old calling her daddy 'Dam'.    ;)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OGSKg3SoUYw/TbhBrrYUO2I/AAAAAAAADag/mzJ-2IdT1Ao/s1600/IMG_2112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OGSKg3SoUYw/TbhBrrYUO2I/AAAAAAAADag/mzJ-2IdT1Ao/s320/IMG_2112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600298355270105954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During that phase, Sam was working on fixing up his tractor.  He got everything running in tip-top shape, replaced the seat and tires, and gave it a fresh new coat of paint.  I love that he has such skills...he can fix anything!  He chose a lovely shade of bright orange (so perfect!) and then asked the kids and me to come up with a good name for her.  We came up with the perfect name, forever commemorating the months of laughter..."The Mighty Dam".  I can only imagine what the people at the sign shop thought when they printed it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RKdbtnt5Ntw/TbhBr1G3izI/AAAAAAAADao/DjXfcwf5QvA/s1600/IMG_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RKdbtnt5Ntw/TbhBr1G3izI/AAAAAAAADao/DjXfcwf5QvA/s320/IMG_0075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600298357881277234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One thing I really appreciate about Sam is his sense of humor.  He shows our kids that it's okay to have fun and not to take themselves too seriously.  He's willing to do just about anything for a laugh, and he is always trying to get people to smile.  It's one of the things that attracted me to Sam in the first place and I continue to be amazed at how quickly he makes friends and earns people's trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-06WKPplwOI8/TbhBse9BIKI/AAAAAAAADaw/BG1ISAaVgG8/s1600/IMG_2114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-06WKPplwOI8/TbhBse9BIKI/AAAAAAAADaw/BG1ISAaVgG8/s320/IMG_2114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600298369114251426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another of Sam's finest qualities is his work ethic.  I've never known anyone who works harder than Sam.  He always has a few projects going on and lists upon lists of more things he would like to get done.  At times I can find it frustrating, because I like to have nothing to do when I relax...but Sam is most at peace when he has something to work on or figure out.  It's something I've grown to truly appreciate about him.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ZvzIm34gYQ/TblsgC93lLI/AAAAAAAADbw/mlu4Z_zfjrw/s1600/IMG_2292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ZvzIm34gYQ/TblsgC93lLI/AAAAAAAADbw/mlu4Z_zfjrw/s320/IMG_2292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600626909419902130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is beautiful to see Sam teach the kids how to do things around the house, yard, shop, etc...they love helping their Daddy and he enjoys passing on his knowledge and showing them how fun it can be to work.    :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SffWQAVuhzc/Tblsgai2eBI/AAAAAAAADb4/bhIcpBJJwgA/s1600/IMG_2301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SffWQAVuhzc/Tblsgai2eBI/AAAAAAAADb4/bhIcpBJJwgA/s320/IMG_2301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600626915749034002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks for being you, Sam.  We love you and appreciate everything you do.  I could not imagine a more perfect father for our children and I am incredibly blessed to be your wife.  :)  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MktYr8KWqo/TbhBs0T60NI/AAAAAAAADbA/bCt8PV4LQzQ/s1600/IMG_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MktYr8KWqo/TbhBs0T60NI/AAAAAAAADbA/bCt8PV4LQzQ/s320/IMG_0058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600298374847451346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love you!&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/29948996-3069633402759298319?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/3069633402759298319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=3069633402759298319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/3069633402759298319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/3069633402759298319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2011/02/mighty-dam-sam.html' title='The Mighty Dam (Sam)'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UOr-MnC7mec/TbhBstwBkPI/AAAAAAAADa4/7j45HBdj80A/s72-c/IMG_1965.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-7222548577345484796</id><published>2011-01-31T13:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T13:31:35.875-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one thousand gifts'/><title type='text'>Multitudes on Mondays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TUcN4jfyDmI/AAAAAAAADRQ/Vw127-ZDNbM/s1600/IMG_2064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TUcN4jfyDmI/AAAAAAAADRQ/Vw127-ZDNbM/s320/IMG_2064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568434729519287906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Already it's the end of January, and I can't believe how beautiful the weather has been around here!  Sunshine always makes my heart happy, and it's been 65-70 degrees too...love it!  More and more to be thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TUcN4akX_2I/AAAAAAAADRI/CPTj5BoLErw/s1600/IMG_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TUcN4akX_2I/AAAAAAAADRI/CPTj5BoLErw/s320/IMG_0058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568434727122632546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;18.  polka dot couch pillows&lt;br /&gt;19.  deer antlers that little boys found at the park (such a treasure!)&lt;br /&gt;20.  riding bikes at the nature preserve&lt;br /&gt;21.  visiting the zoo in January&lt;br /&gt;22.  memories of Aunt Sue and summer days in her front yard&lt;br /&gt;23.  happy moments caught by the quick snap of my camera&lt;br /&gt;24.  telling stories by a roaring campfire&lt;br /&gt;25.  little ones running through the dark woods, being chased by 'bears' (their Dads)&lt;br /&gt;26.  playing tennis with Sam in the winter...and sweating&lt;br /&gt;27.  an animated 5 year old story teller&lt;br /&gt;28.  sitting on a log playing the telephone game with my littlest two&lt;br /&gt;29.  Bridget's bike bell ring-ringing through the nature trail&lt;br /&gt;30.  high school girl's community group starting tonight...and a faithful friend to help with it!&lt;br /&gt;31.  blog books, five years of memories and pictures bound into beautiful books&lt;br /&gt;32.  the feeling of Elmer's glue between my fingers&lt;br /&gt;33.  Sam's pile of dead trees, vines and leaves, still smoldering after two days&lt;br /&gt;34.  too many books waiting for me to read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i242.photobucket.com/albums/ff162/annvoskamp/multitudesonmondaysbutton2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29948996-7222548577345484796?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/7222548577345484796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=7222548577345484796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/7222548577345484796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/7222548577345484796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2011/01/multitudes-on-mondays_31.html' title='Multitudes on Mondays'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TUcN4jfyDmI/AAAAAAAADRQ/Vw127-ZDNbM/s72-c/IMG_2064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-6549266523152720769</id><published>2011-01-30T14:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T14:17:48.889-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for fun...'/><title type='text'>Raisin the Flag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TUXGGb9q5II/AAAAAAAADO4/1zICqQtqX04/s1600/IMG_0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TUXGGb9q5II/AAAAAAAADO4/1zICqQtqX04/s320/IMG_0051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568074328201421954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday I took Jonah and Bridget to the park to ride bikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way there, Jonah told me that his friend Blake had a cub scout activity that afternoon.  There were going to raise the flag, and Jo Jo wanted to know what that meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explained that they would be placing a flag up on a flag pole somewhere.  I was a little confused why he would ask...I had heard Blake tell him that they were raising the flag today, and the term seems a little self-explanatory to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Of course, sometimes I forget that this is Jonah I'm dealing with.  He proceeded to explain to me that he thought 'raisin' the flag meant to decorate a flag with raisins, and he was mostly wondering if they used glue or how they got the raisins onto the flag.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TUXGGm6xmpI/AAAAAAAADPA/sImDQKnANns/s1600/IMG_1870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TUXGGm6xmpI/AAAAAAAADPA/sImDQKnANns/s320/IMG_1870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568074331142068882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29948996-6549266523152720769?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/6549266523152720769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=6549266523152720769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/6549266523152720769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/6549266523152720769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2011/01/raisin-flag.html' title='Raisin the Flag'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TUXGGb9q5II/AAAAAAAADO4/1zICqQtqX04/s72-c/IMG_0051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-5465116741283494364</id><published>2011-01-24T12:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T17:32:34.385-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one thousand gifts'/><title type='text'>Multitudes on Mondays</title><content type='html'>Have you found &lt;a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/"&gt;Ann Voskamp's blog&lt;/a&gt; yet? &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TT3PO_exauI/AAAAAAAADOY/DYAN1FsF7OE/s1600/IMG_2088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TT3PO_exauI/AAAAAAAADOY/DYAN1FsF7OE/s320/IMG_2088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565832570965420770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you have, then you probably understand when I say that my heart sometimes aches when I read the words this woman writes.  Such beauty, challenge, and love is found there and it all points right back to Jesus. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TT3PPzklH4I/AAAAAAAADOw/mFFURl6EMVM/s1600/IMG_2083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TT3PPzklH4I/AAAAAAAADOw/mFFURl6EMVM/s320/IMG_2083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565832584948424578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you haven't read it yet, you need to head over there.  Go ahead.  &lt;a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/"&gt;Click here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TT3PPQxO1VI/AAAAAAAADOg/O66FXxx6zzo/s1600/IMG_2081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TT3PPQxO1VI/AAAAAAAADOg/O66FXxx6zzo/s320/IMG_2081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565832575606248786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trust me, you'll be glad you did.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TT3PPgGkRMI/AAAAAAAADOo/slfb_Q5Illg/s1600/IMG_2086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TT3PPgGkRMI/AAAAAAAADOo/slfb_Q5Illg/s320/IMG_2086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565832579722265794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On with the list already!  I'm so excited to start my own (never-ending) list of gifts, things which I am so thankful for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  sunny winter days&lt;br /&gt;2.  swing-set in the backyard&lt;br /&gt;3. overwhelming giggles at the kitchen table&lt;br /&gt;4.  construction paper weaved together and taped to my fridge&lt;br /&gt;5.  planning Jonah's upcoming 6th birthday&lt;br /&gt;6.  my travel coffee mug with a picture of my boys on it&lt;br /&gt;7.  Henry's love for order and cleanliness&lt;br /&gt;8.  laundry that is never truly 'finished'&lt;br /&gt;9.  a book on the way from Amazon...One Thousand Gifts!&lt;br /&gt;10. little fabric flags that will hang from my daughter's bed posts&lt;br /&gt;11. my favorite homeschool tool...my date stamp!&lt;br /&gt;12. teaching Jonah to read&lt;br /&gt;13. Bridget's love for books&lt;br /&gt;14. my incredible husband who works so hard to provide for us&lt;br /&gt;15. kvne (local Christian radio station)&lt;br /&gt;16. elk postcards hanging in the kitchen, reminding me of Sam&lt;br /&gt;17. a piece of strawberry bubble gum that Henry gave me out of his personal stash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aholyexperience.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i242.photobucket.com/albums/ff162/annvoskamp/multitudesonmondaysbutton2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29948996-5465116741283494364?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/5465116741283494364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=5465116741283494364' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/5465116741283494364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/5465116741283494364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2011/01/multitudes-on-mondays.html' title='Multitudes on Mondays'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TT3PO_exauI/AAAAAAAADOY/DYAN1FsF7OE/s72-c/IMG_2088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-7151872894564739106</id><published>2011-01-14T20:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T21:05:51.608-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridget'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new house'/><title type='text'>Gathering Eggs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bridget and Jonah are the egg-gatherers at our house.  They have worked out a system between the two of them...Jonah usually carries the scraps bowl out of the kitchen, and he is in charge of manning the gate (to make sure no chickens are left outside of the coop and also to shut it when they are done).  Once they get out there, Bridget gets to throw out the food, and they both collect the eggs.  Then, since Jonah has to lock up the gate, Bridget carries the eggs into the kitchen and puts them on the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she carries them in the bowl, sometimes in her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TTEMftudu-I/AAAAAAAADOQ/KaAP4QTzwak/s1600/IMG_2093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TTEMftudu-I/AAAAAAAADOQ/KaAP4QTzwak/s320/IMG_2093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562240753769233378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Always she carries them with a beautiful, proud smile spread across her face.  And sometimes even while wearing a dress backwards, and zipped up to her neck.  ;)  She loves to have an important job around the house, and I love to see her working hard to do a good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Proverbs 31:17  "She sets about her work vigorously; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   her arms are strong for her tasks." &lt;/span&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/29948996-7151872894564739106?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/7151872894564739106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=7151872894564739106' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/7151872894564739106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/7151872894564739106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2011/01/gathering-eggs.html' title='Gathering Eggs'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TTEMftudu-I/AAAAAAAADOQ/KaAP4QTzwak/s72-c/IMG_2093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-2314951251900605825</id><published>2010-12-31T09:07:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T14:37:23.652-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>December Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TR31pVTsYyI/AAAAAAAADNs/-2PgTOoGFfM/s1600/IMG_1868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TR31pVTsYyI/AAAAAAAADNs/-2PgTOoGFfM/s320/IMG_1868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556867605688247074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;December is always a busy and full month.  This year I determined that we were NOT going to be too 'busy' to enjoy the season, and we pulled it off beautifully.  There were still parties, seeing Santa, building gingerbread houses, getting together with friends, baking cookies and all that comes with preparing for Christmas.  But this year there was no stress, lots of focus on Jesus and most of all....a really FUN season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of the highlights included...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skype dates with my mom (she even showed us her Charlie Brown Christmas tree!):&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TR31pCyBnvI/AAAAAAAADNk/KOAtQO2HVos/s1600/IMG_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TR31pCyBnvI/AAAAAAAADNk/KOAtQO2HVos/s320/IMG_0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556867600715194098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dress-up days full of cowboys and pirates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TR30Git8VVI/AAAAAAAADNU/3W0sqfUN3oc/s1600/IMG_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TR30Git8VVI/AAAAAAAADNU/3W0sqfUN3oc/s320/IMG_0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556865908480955730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Granddad stopping by to play cards with Bridget on the front porch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TR30HfoArCI/AAAAAAAADNc/iVmMw9exA8M/s1600/IMG_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TR30HfoArCI/AAAAAAAADNc/iVmMw9exA8M/s320/IMG_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556865924830637090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Annual small town Christmas parade (they're the BEST!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TR30F8BHfdI/AAAAAAAADNE/ox6o5JOunS8/s1600/IMG_1897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TR30F8BHfdI/AAAAAAAADNE/ox6o5JOunS8/s320/IMG_1897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556865898092395986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A quick family picture in the front yard before we left for a wedding:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TR30GFAUdOI/AAAAAAAADNM/27q8ZYfP8i4/s1600/IMG_1905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TR30GFAUdOI/AAAAAAAADNM/27q8ZYfP8i4/s320/IMG_1905.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556865900504970466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A viewing of the Nutcracker, which the kids absolutely LOVED:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TR30Fj14dTI/AAAAAAAADM8/kEHeN192WEM/s1600/IMG_1877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TR30Fj14dTI/AAAAAAAADM8/kEHeN192WEM/s320/IMG_1877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556865891602822450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Piles of yard junk for Sam to burn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TUXKo2MiNEI/AAAAAAAADPI/03lGmMFI7Y4/s1600/IMG_2024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TUXKo2MiNEI/AAAAAAAADPI/03lGmMFI7Y4/s320/IMG_2024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568079317405152322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course a visit with Santa.  We got to see him at Bass Pro Shop (very cool!) and also at our local library.  Fun times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TUXKpQAVMdI/AAAAAAAADPQ/glDj8y2ijn8/s1600/IMG_1958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TUXKpQAVMdI/AAAAAAAADPQ/glDj8y2ijn8/s320/IMG_1958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568079324333289938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29948996-2314951251900605825?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/2314951251900605825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=2314951251900605825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/2314951251900605825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/2314951251900605825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-fun.html' title='December Fun'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TR31pVTsYyI/AAAAAAAADNs/-2PgTOoGFfM/s72-c/IMG_1868.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-4144230833929260636</id><published>2010-12-25T14:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T15:25:53.625-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Christmas 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas...what a magical time of year!  You might hear people say that Christmas is best when you have small children at home...but I say Christmas is best when you're married to Sam!  It's his very favorite time of year, and he makes sure that everyone around him is celebrating and enjoying the most special time of the year.  Sam actually listens to Christmas music year round (when he can get away with it).   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we had fun decorating some Christmas cookies on Christmas Eve.  In the afternoon we went to see a movie (Tangled), which was a pretty big treat since we don't go to very many movies with the kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TUXQcvsCIkI/AAAAAAAADQo/S4X8r2a9KHs/s1600/IMG_0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TUXQcvsCIkI/AAAAAAAADQo/S4X8r2a9KHs/s320/IMG_0062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568085706569556546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later that evening we went to the (incredibly packed) candle light Christmas Eve service at our church, then came home and visited with our neighbors over appetizers and finger foods.  After they left, the kids opened up one present each (new pajamas and bathrobes!),&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TUXQd9APnKI/AAAAAAAADRA/GYx0T-9_zE4/s1600/IMG_1967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TUXQd9APnKI/AAAAAAAADRA/GYx0T-9_zE4/s320/IMG_1967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568085727323856034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and settled in to read The Night Before Christmas.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TUXNaOhfNNI/AAAAAAAADPg/_php3F_jsos/s1600/IMG_1968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TUXNaOhfNNI/AAAAAAAADPg/_php3F_jsos/s320/IMG_1968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568082364772332754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids left some cookies out for Santa, and then in the morning they woke up to this sight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TUXQdBPulHI/AAAAAAAADQ4/9YGS1Z5KxtU/s1600/IMG_1971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TUXQdBPulHI/AAAAAAAADQ4/9YGS1Z5KxtU/s320/IMG_1971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568085711282672754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and this one, in our living room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TUXQc56KT3I/AAAAAAAADQw/4jKxDgWtKUU/s1600/IMG_1970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TUXQc56KT3I/AAAAAAAADQw/4jKxDgWtKUU/s320/IMG_1970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568085709313167218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We opened some presents, took a break for breakfast (white powdered donuts for Sam, as per his tradition, and monkey bread and fruit for the kids and me), had time for some snuggling up on the couch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TUXNazdrd6I/AAAAAAAADP4/5BvXPpYodk0/s1600/IMG_1977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TUXNazdrd6I/AAAAAAAADP4/5BvXPpYodk0/s320/IMG_1977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568082374688470946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and then a few big surprises showed up on the front porch.  The first was for Jonah, and it was a brand new bike!  He was SO excited and took off on it right away.  The second was for Bridget, and it was a power wheels jeep.  It was fairly cold and windy on Christmas morning, but we had a very hard time convincing Bridget to hop out of the driver's seat and come back inside.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TUXOy3EW2WI/AAAAAAAADQA/D4S5_H6_4yE/s1600/IMG_1984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TUXOy3EW2WI/AAAAAAAADQA/D4S5_H6_4yE/s320/IMG_1984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568083887484492130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dave and Mary Beth came over to spend some time with us in the early afternoon.  The boys are sporting new shirts here, Henry is showing off his new leatherman tool, and Jonah has new sunglasses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TUXOzfYtGaI/AAAAAAAADQQ/271oVWedlzg/s1600/IMG_1995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TUXOzfYtGaI/AAAAAAAADQQ/271oVWedlzg/s320/IMG_1995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568083898307254690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course the Twinkie Tree bloomed again this year!  And this year it was spliced with a Cupcake tree too, so of course those blossomed as well.  Jo Jo and Granddad had fun picking the 'fruit' off the tree.    :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TUXOzHkTZrI/AAAAAAAADQI/G3PkqrBqblE/s1600/IMG_0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TUXOzHkTZrI/AAAAAAAADQI/G3PkqrBqblE/s320/IMG_0065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568083891913451186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After some nice long afternoon naps, we headed out to Sam's parent's house to meet up with the whole family.  Mary Beth served a lovely turkey dinner, the kids put on a play of the Christmas story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TUXOznUg2jI/AAAAAAAADQY/E3AfMDfH05g/s1600/IMG_2000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TUXOznUg2jI/AAAAAAAADQY/E3AfMDfH05g/s320/IMG_2000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568083900437158450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and we had some fun exchanging gifts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TUXOz5sAb0I/AAAAAAAADQg/YuVejrbznF8/s1600/IMG_2007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TUXOz5sAb0I/AAAAAAAADQg/YuVejrbznF8/s320/IMG_2007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568083905367535426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was such a fun Christmas!  This year we were so thankful to be back in our house, and we were so grateful for all of the incredible people God has put in our lives.  The Lord has blessed us so abundantly!  Merry Christmas...only 365 days until we can celebrate it again!  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/29948996-4144230833929260636?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/4144230833929260636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=4144230833929260636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/4144230833929260636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/4144230833929260636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-2010.html' title='Christmas 2010'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TUXQcvsCIkI/AAAAAAAADQo/S4X8r2a9KHs/s72-c/IMG_0062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-3739471197235102535</id><published>2010-12-15T13:42:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T14:06:25.671-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridget'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><title type='text'>Emmanuel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This week in school we are learning the song &lt;u&gt;O Come, O Come Emmanuel&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of my favorites and has become Henry's favorite this year too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TQkc5sg7n1I/AAAAAAAADMw/qta4JH2fxh4/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-12-15%2Bat%2B11.56_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TQkc5sg7n1I/AAAAAAAADMw/qta4JH2fxh4/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-12-15%2Bat%2B11.56_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550999793238253394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I reminded the kids that Emmanuel literally means "God with us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After discussing what that actually means for a few minutes, I asked if anyone remembered the definition of Emmanuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Bridget's hand shot up in the air..."I know, I know!  God is our friend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, He is," I said, "but what did I tell you that Emmanuel means exactly?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Jonah was eager to give me his version next..."Jesus beside us on earth."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, yes.  But what exact words did I tell you it means?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Henry, raising an eyebrow in exasperation with his siblings said, "God with us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they get it.  :)&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/29948996-3739471197235102535?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/3739471197235102535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=3739471197235102535' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/3739471197235102535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/3739471197235102535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2010/12/emmanuel.html' title='Emmanuel'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TQkc5sg7n1I/AAAAAAAADMw/qta4JH2fxh4/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2010-12-15%2Bat%2B11.56_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-522841977614687190</id><published>2010-12-08T09:33:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T10:07:02.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TP-tB7ib25I/AAAAAAAADMI/i9MPEAZgTYU/s1600/Cabins%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TP-tB7ib25I/AAAAAAAADMI/i9MPEAZgTYU/s320/Cabins%2B005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548343514617338770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam has always been passionate about hunting.  Some of his fondest memories are of elk or deer hunts with his dad in Colorado, or with his buddies in Montana.  A majority of his vacation time is always spent in the great outdoors, in pursuit of one animal or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TP-n2W0SGBI/AAAAAAAADLg/PmXgXz-_zZ8/s1600/IMG_1766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TP-n2W0SGBI/AAAAAAAADLg/PmXgXz-_zZ8/s320/IMG_1766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548337818223384594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moving to Texas changed the way Sam hunts, but it hasn't diminished it any.  Last year Henry was old enough to go hunting with Sam for the first time (age six, in our family), and he continued to join Sam this year.  Sam, his dad and Henry have been out quite a few times this year and have brought home three deer between them so far.  Deer season is open here for a while longer, so I won't be surprised if they bring another one home soon.   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TP-mfy8OGOI/AAAAAAAADLI/gcbadEGpmIU/s1600/Cabins%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TP-mfy8OGOI/AAAAAAAADLI/gcbadEGpmIU/s320/Cabins%2B004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548336331124250850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been so fun for Sam to introduce Henry to hunting.  Henry loves the special time spent with his dad and looks forward to the weekend trips.  His favorite trip this year was the time they spent the night in a tent.  They hunted the morning, fished the afternoon, hunted again in the evening and slept in a tent.  That all equals heaven to my seven year old.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TP-mgdKnB-I/AAAAAAAADLQ/DpeRyvbYCvI/s1600/Cabins%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TP-mgdKnB-I/AAAAAAAADLQ/DpeRyvbYCvI/s320/Cabins%2B006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548336342458894306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even though Henry REALLY hates being cold, he doesn't mind &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; much if it involves hunting.  Sam gets him all bundled up and gets him moving if he finds that they've been sitting too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TP-n3afN5cI/AAAAAAAADLo/dxFfS5QdIZg/s1600/IMG_1864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TP-n3afN5cI/AAAAAAAADLo/dxFfS5QdIZg/s320/IMG_1864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548337836388640194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We process and package our deer here at the house instead of paying someone else to do it.  Sam and I have done this for years and have the system down pretty well, but this year we made it a family project.  All the kids had a job and they LOVED being a part of it.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TP-n34kcPYI/AAAAAAAADLw/MT7EWFNrwJo/s1600/IMG_1865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TP-n34kcPYI/AAAAAAAADLw/MT7EWFNrwJo/s320/IMG_1865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548337844463615362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's always a little difficult for those left behind at home when the big ones go hunting.  The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; six year old, Jonah, was especially sad this year.  He felt old enough and was SURE that he would be able to be still and quiet.  Instead, he spent time dressing up in all of his camouflage clothes and pretend hunted in the back yard with his sister.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TP-n5t1DzsI/AAAAAAAADMA/drUfifPbSOE/s1600/IMG_1863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TP-n5t1DzsI/AAAAAAAADMA/drUfifPbSOE/s320/IMG_1863.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548337875940265666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And you know Bridget is always willing to dress up in camo clothes!  She can't wait until she's old enough to go hunting with her daddy...and even though I keep telling her it isn't next year, I think she thinks she will get to go when Jonah goes.  We'll have to come up with something fun to do next year when ALL the boys are gone hunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TP-n45urb5I/AAAAAAAADL4/WD82fiYWW40/s1600/IMG_1862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TP-n45urb5I/AAAAAAAADL4/WD82fiYWW40/s320/IMG_1862.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548337861954858898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of Henry's favorite things to do is to 'glass a field'.  He was pretty excited to teach me some of his new terminology this year.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TP-mgiumLUI/AAAAAAAADLY/mBEywqgccHA/s1600/Cabins%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TP-mgiumLUI/AAAAAAAADLY/mBEywqgccHA/s320/Cabins%2B011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548336343952010562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dave says hi from his hunting blind.  Henry's dream is to have one of these of his own in the backyard that he can 'hunt' out of every day! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TP-mfBx0zXI/AAAAAAAADLA/oqb91pRmnXI/s1600/Cabins%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TP-mfBx0zXI/AAAAAAAADLA/oqb91pRmnXI/s320/Cabins%2B001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548336317927312754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29948996-522841977614687190?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/522841977614687190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=522841977614687190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/522841977614687190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/522841977614687190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2010/12/hunting.html' title='Hunting'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TP-tB7ib25I/AAAAAAAADMI/i9MPEAZgTYU/s72-c/Cabins%2B005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-5168252118301813372</id><published>2010-12-02T17:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T19:04:49.723-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another Thanksgiving has come and gone.Man, I just love that holiday.  Setting aside an entire day to thank God for all He has blessed us with is just a precious thing.  Of course we should be thankful every hour of every day, but I like the idea of stopping everything and reveling in the goodness of our Lord.      :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I adore the idea behind Thanksgiving, I really do appreciate the season in which it's set.  Autumn is such a beautiful time of year, and I enjoy seeing all of the orange, brown and yellow decorations, the incredibly changing leaves on the trees and the cool and crisp feel to the weather (which didn't come until Thanksgiving day here, but better late than never!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent so much time enjoying the day that I hardly picked up my camera to document it.  No pictures of the beautifully laid table this year or the wonderful people who surrounded it.  And you know what?  That's alright with me.  This year, as in past years, I got a lot of the cooking (and even pre-cooking) chores done ahead of time; so all that remained on Thursday morning was to mix up the stuffing and get that bird in the oven.  It left me much free time to spend with my wonderful family and friends who came to spend the day with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent time visiting, playing cards (of course!), going through Black Friday ads and planning out our shopping trips, and lots of eating/snacking throughout the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were joined by Sam's parents, our friends Ingrid, Crystal, Sharon and Ava.  Later in the day Sam's brother David and family came to spend time with us.  Ava's roommate Kat and another friend Jarrel came for games later on in the evening.  It was just about perfect!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPgrOZ0sXqI/AAAAAAAADKY/_AdaIkLhz9g/s1600/IMG_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPgrOZ0sXqI/AAAAAAAADKY/_AdaIkLhz9g/s320/IMG_0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546230467556826786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(These are a few of the place cards that Henry made for the table.  He worked so hard on them!  I did the cursive but he did the rest.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonah was my joyful helper that morning.  He sliced up mushrooms for the stuffing, washed dishes, mashed up deviled egg filling, helped set out snacks and didn't want to leave the kitchen.  What a treat to spend the morning just with my little bear!  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPgrNeFzgaI/AAAAAAAADKI/UIq_7g4nHRY/s1600/IMG_1852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPgrNeFzgaI/AAAAAAAADKI/UIq_7g4nHRY/s320/IMG_1852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546230451522470306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bridget spent the morning reading books and trying to entice someone, anyone to sit and read with her.  It was sweet.  She had piles of books all over the house.    :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPgrMml_o-I/AAAAAAAADKA/7eFpRmy8RZI/s1600/IMG_1851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPgrMml_o-I/AAAAAAAADKA/7eFpRmy8RZI/s320/IMG_1851.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546230436625097698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Henry had a lego-land spread out in the living room and created his own little haven of ships and buildings and all sorts of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPgrMTn32xI/AAAAAAAADJ4/UQH_GzTRD7g/s1600/IMG_1850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPgrMTn32xI/AAAAAAAADJ4/UQH_GzTRD7g/s320/IMG_1850.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546230431532702482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course Sam got a chance to run the vacuum...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;during&lt;/span&gt; dinner!  Those that know him know how happy this made him.   :)  I love my sweet husband and his need for order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPgrOKIEqJI/AAAAAAAADKQ/v0VMEc0X_AA/s1600/IMG_1854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPgrOKIEqJI/AAAAAAAADKQ/v0VMEc0X_AA/s320/IMG_1854.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546230463343143058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you Lord, for another wonderful Thanksgiving!  We were reminded once again of all the blessings you have heaped upon our family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/29948996-5168252118301813372?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/5168252118301813372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=5168252118301813372' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/5168252118301813372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/5168252118301813372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2010/12/thanksgiving-2010.html' title='Thanksgiving 2010'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPgrOZ0sXqI/AAAAAAAADKY/_AdaIkLhz9g/s72-c/IMG_0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-629506659956102313</id><published>2010-11-30T12:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T14:20:34.853-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new house'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sam and I just LOVE playing cards.  This has been a favorite pastime since the early days of our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We play at family gatherings, friend's houses, at our campsites, and here at our own house.  We'll play by ourselves (if we HAVE to) but we prefer the company of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPVbYafdChI/AAAAAAAADJA/y5Oc6eLSOs8/s1600/IMG_0402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPVbYafdChI/AAAAAAAADJA/y5Oc6eLSOs8/s320/IMG_0402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545438991162870290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is something so relaxing about sitting around the table with friends and chatting about our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPVbX-B4ltI/AAAAAAAADI4/e8Y9PM_zhxA/s1600/IMG_0403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPVbX-B4ltI/AAAAAAAADI4/e8Y9PM_zhxA/s320/IMG_0403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545438983522653906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've been blessed with wonderful friends and family who are up for cards many times a week.  Because everyone's lives are busy, we don't have a specific night set aside for cards (although we were able to do that over the summer!) so we just call a few people when we have time to play and they show up in a few hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPVJj_z3tEI/AAAAAAAADIg/yPlsL2B3yWw/s1600/IMG_2079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPVJj_z3tEI/AAAAAAAADIg/yPlsL2B3yWw/s320/IMG_2079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545419398949876802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't often take pictures of card nights, but as I was going through some pictures today I found these...and I thought it's about time I posted them.  This is an important part of our lives.  Lots of things get discussed over cards.  It isn't just for the fun of the game, it's for ministering to one another, sharing burdens and laughter,  and getting to the heart of what is really on our minds.  I always feel happy after a card night.  :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPVJkbA7RcI/AAAAAAAADIw/1J7TzgmrO4w/s1600/IMG_2054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPVJkbA7RcI/AAAAAAAADIw/1J7TzgmrO4w/s320/IMG_2054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545419406252393922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every now and again things get serious.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPVJkPu4nTI/AAAAAAAADIo/bKaEOPce1lE/s1600/IMG_2080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPVJkPu4nTI/AAAAAAAADIo/bKaEOPce1lE/s320/IMG_2080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545419403223932210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful for our friends and family.  If you have ever been over to our house for a card night, please know that I thank God for you and hope you were blessed as well!  And any of you who haven't made it over for cards yet?  You're invited too.    :)&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/29948996-629506659956102313?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/629506659956102313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=629506659956102313' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/629506659956102313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/629506659956102313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2010/11/sam-and-i-just-love-playing-cards.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPVbYafdChI/AAAAAAAADJA/y5Oc6eLSOs8/s72-c/IMG_0402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-4588793279716954700</id><published>2010-11-30T10:48:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T12:49:47.373-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><title type='text'>Fall Soccer 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPUsMS7-1FI/AAAAAAAADHo/dkq4Ti1_z1s/s1600/IMG_1491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPUsMS7-1FI/AAAAAAAADHo/dkq4Ti1_z1s/s320/IMG_1491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545387105930105938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Henry had another great season of soccer!  I love that he plays two seasons every year, so it is easy to see his progress.  And this year there was quite a bit!  Henry learned how to 'head' a ball, improved his dribbling and worked on taking shots farther away from the goal.  He learned that he really prefers to be a forward and has the speed, energy and talent to be succesful in that position.  As a team they worked on passing the ball and how to better position themselves on the field.  Our coaches worked hard and the Jayhawks were a pretty competitive team this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever faithful fans this year included Henry's grandparents, the lovely Dave and MaryBeth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPVC8lkQb1I/AAAAAAAADIQ/rkjZbic5DdQ/s1600/IMG_1179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPVC8lkQb1I/AAAAAAAADIQ/rkjZbic5DdQ/s320/IMG_1179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545412124820402002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Henry's best friend (and our next-door neighbor) Blake:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPVC7y-mWFI/AAAAAAAADIA/ZpmyYAdQl9Q/s1600/IMG_1442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPVC7y-mWFI/AAAAAAAADIA/ZpmyYAdQl9Q/s320/IMG_1442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545412111240681554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our other neighbors, Miss AnneMarie and her granddaughter, Claire:&lt;br /&gt;(who happened to be at the park and heard me yelling...what can I say, I get excited about soccer?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPVC80I3_SI/AAAAAAAADIY/y24QevwDXZw/s1600/IMG_1177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPVC80I3_SI/AAAAAAAADIY/y24QevwDXZw/s320/IMG_1177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545412128732085538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and two of our beautiful friends, Ingrid and Crystal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPVC8Hq_kyI/AAAAAAAADII/mGP57UkNJNU/s1600/IMG_1445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPVC8Hq_kyI/AAAAAAAADII/mGP57UkNJNU/s320/IMG_1445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545412116795593506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were others too, but I either didn't get pictures or couldn't find them.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Henry preparing to head the ball...&lt;br /&gt;(I love the concentration/anticipation on his face!) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPUsMu90iUI/AAAAAAAADHw/L841VJyhTf4/s1600/IMG_1486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPUsMu90iUI/AAAAAAAADHw/L841VJyhTf4/s320/IMG_1486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545387113454012738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Go, Henry, go!  When Henry gets the ball, the other team usually can't keep up with him.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPUsL2gn4AI/AAAAAAAADHg/U0kPgjlUPr4/s1600/IMG_1493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPUsL2gn4AI/AAAAAAAADHg/U0kPgjlUPr4/s320/IMG_1493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545387098299162626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Jayhawks, 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPU-zDWSb8I/AAAAAAAADH4/hKhMMy4uKtM/s1600/IMG_1482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPU-zDWSb8I/AAAAAAAADH4/hKhMMy4uKtM/s320/IMG_1482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545407562969673666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Back row, from left: Coach David, Kiana, Ty, Kaylee, Coach Lyle&lt;br /&gt;Front Row, from left: Dawson, Henry, Dillon, Anastasia&lt;br /&gt;(Not pictured: Brett, Brock, Cody, Ethan)&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/29948996-4588793279716954700?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/4588793279716954700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=4588793279716954700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/4588793279716954700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/4588793279716954700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2010/11/fall-soccer-2010.html' title='Fall Soccer 2010'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPUsMS7-1FI/AAAAAAAADHo/dkq4Ti1_z1s/s72-c/IMG_1491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-9128619988536665703</id><published>2010-11-22T08:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T09:07:48.722-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridget'/><title type='text'>Bridget's 'Shirdle'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bridget's favorite activity, by far, is jumping on the trampoline.  Usually she asks to go out there before breakfast (which I say 'no' to every time) and it's the first thing she thinks of when heading outside.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TOp_9ryOSkI/AAAAAAAADHI/hDxrUraL680/s1600/IMG_1419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TOp_9ryOSkI/AAAAAAAADHI/hDxrUraL680/s320/IMG_1419.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542382989134940738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She spends time each day out there, jumping, playing, doing 'tricks' (which usually consist of dropping onto her knees and standing back up), and playing ring-around-the-rosy with anyone she can get up there with her.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TOp_9-7s3jI/AAAAAAAADHQ/YF4E4sRSIsE/s1600/IMG_0932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TOp_9-7s3jI/AAAAAAAADHQ/YF4E4sRSIsE/s320/IMG_0932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542382994274967090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had this trampoline since before Henry was two.  We decided early on that we would not put up a netting enclosure, but we would focus on teaching our children how to be safe and stay away from the edges.  We've spent much time in prayer over the trampoline, asking God to protect any children who ever step foot on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a trampoline accident last Sunday.  Bridget was out there with Jonah and one of our neighbor boys jumping and playing.  The boys decided to come in and Bridget planned to stay out and jump some more.  The boys got about half way to the house when they heard Bridget crying loudly.  She had decided to come in after all; and in her hurry to catch up with the boys, she chose to get down off the side of the trampoline instead of using the steps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming over the side of the trampoline, Bridget slipped and fell directly on her shoulder.  I heard her crying and met her in the yard.  She was really upset (which is unusual for Bridget...she's a tough girl and not much makes her cry) so I brought her in to look her over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't think much of the injury and went on about our day.  On Monday she was still complaining of a sore shirdle (Bridget's word for 'shoulder') and wouldn't lift her right arm up above her shoulder, so we decided she should probably see a doctor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday morning she had swelling and bruising on top of her right shoulder.  We took her in to the local clinic, and the doctor immediately recognized signs of a broken clavicle.  She sent her back for an x-ray to confirm, and it showed a crack right through her collar bone.  Poor baby! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't much to be done except to let the bone heal.  It was so enjoyable to hear the doctor describe the way God designed our bodies to heal themselves, how she so clearly puts her faith in our true Healer!  The doctor gave us a sling and asked us to keep it on as much as possible for the next 6-8 weeks.    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TOp_9C2jrII/AAAAAAAADHA/Al1HMCDnVZM/s1600/IMG_1768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TOp_9C2jrII/AAAAAAAADHA/Al1HMCDnVZM/s320/IMG_1768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542382978147265666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After not quite a week already, Bridget is a little tired of wearing the sling, but she is being a good sport about it.  She has a little trouble getting dressed/undressed, but is otherwise not bothered by it.  Her primary concern is finding out when we will let her back on the trampoline again.  I'm thinking maybe when she's five!    :)&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/29948996-9128619988536665703?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/9128619988536665703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=9128619988536665703' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/9128619988536665703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/9128619988536665703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2010/11/bridgets-shirdle.html' title='Bridget&apos;s &apos;Shirdle&apos;'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TOp_9ryOSkI/AAAAAAAADHI/hDxrUraL680/s72-c/IMG_1419.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-7014166307379414080</id><published>2010-11-22T08:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T08:28:38.968-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new house'/><title type='text'>Sam's wood pile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few weeks ago our neighbor mentioned that the people digging her pond were going to be knocking down a big tree on her property.  She said they were planning on burning it, but if we wanted it we could come and get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sam took the trailer over there, cut the tree into large sections and brought it home.  It was a LOT of wood!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TOp8rFDmSjI/AAAAAAAADGo/S_mqM7k77IQ/s1600/IMG_2086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TOp8rFDmSjI/AAAAAAAADGo/S_mqM7k77IQ/s320/IMG_2086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542379370966305330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spent the day splitting it (we have a splitter, which speeds up that job tremendously) and tossing it all into a big heap.  I wish I had taken a 'before' picture of the pile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids and I pitched in then to help stack all the wood.  We stacked it three wide and fairly high...it was really a lot of wood, but made for a fun family project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TOp8rYxdC3I/AAAAAAAADGw/dI4eaueyGxM/s1600/IMG_2111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TOp8rYxdC3I/AAAAAAAADGw/dI4eaueyGxM/s320/IMG_2111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542379376258911090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In History we have been studying George Washington, and Henry was dressed as him here.  The other kids just wore their tricorn hats.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TOp8rtnPjLI/AAAAAAAADG4/efZ3v3ZgjoE/s1600/IMG_2113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TOp8rtnPjLI/AAAAAAAADG4/efZ3v3ZgjoE/s320/IMG_2113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542379381853228210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if I mentioned that it was a lot of work to get it all stacked up so nicely?  Well, two days later I went outside to find the whole stack knocked over!  We had left space in between each of  the three stacks and not carefully stacked the pieces tightly together...and the result was that the whole thing came crashing down.  I am so thankful that the kids were nowhere nearby when that happened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took one more evening of stacking wood (and doing it properly this time!), but now we're all stocked up for the winter.  :)&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/29948996-7014166307379414080?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/7014166307379414080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=7014166307379414080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/7014166307379414080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/7014166307379414080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2010/11/sams-wood-pile.html' title='Sam&apos;s wood pile'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TOp8rFDmSjI/AAAAAAAADGo/S_mqM7k77IQ/s72-c/IMG_2086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-6167352559362611839</id><published>2010-11-22T07:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T08:15:07.020-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Fall Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We just love the fall in East Texas.  The weather is perfect, the trees are beautiful and we spend a LOT of time outside enjoying God's creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the last few weeks, we have carved/and painted pumpkins:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TOp5eWp2KII/AAAAAAAADGI/mYgVkgoshf0/s1600/IMG_1644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TOp5eWp2KII/AAAAAAAADGI/mYgVkgoshf0/s320/IMG_1644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542375853816948866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trunk-or-treated with friends from church:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TOp5e0uZdsI/AAAAAAAADGQ/pJGBJUdSctA/s1600/IMG_1655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TOp5e0uZdsI/AAAAAAAADGQ/pJGBJUdSctA/s320/IMG_1655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542375861889103554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;visited the zoo (which we avoid all summer because when it's too hot the animals are inactive):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TOp5eKE8wFI/AAAAAAAADGA/qSlMIQbphmc/s1600/IMG_1714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TOp5eKE8wFI/AAAAAAAADGA/qSlMIQbphmc/s320/IMG_1714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542375850440966226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;practiced hunting in the backyard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TOp5fkhwHbI/AAAAAAAADGg/DK3aLdjRC_g/s1600/IMG_1496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TOp5fkhwHbI/AAAAAAAADGg/DK3aLdjRC_g/s320/IMG_1496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542375874720964018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and Henry went hunting for real with his Dad and Grandpop:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TOp5fL_zuMI/AAAAAAAADGY/75jRjDGSwIY/s1600/IMG_1766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TOp5fL_zuMI/AAAAAAAADGY/75jRjDGSwIY/s320/IMG_1766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542375868136143042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've also spent time at a local nature preserve, played at the science museum, visited a pumpkin patch, played at various parks around the area, explored the rose garden, and much, much more!    :)&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/29948996-6167352559362611839?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/6167352559362611839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=6167352559362611839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/6167352559362611839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/6167352559362611839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2010/11/fall-fun.html' title='Fall Fun'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TOp5eWp2KII/AAAAAAAADGI/mYgVkgoshf0/s72-c/IMG_1644.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-2648368655720725487</id><published>2010-11-18T11:01:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T11:14:41.834-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Jonah the Brave</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jonah is our resident daredevil.  While his brother is brave, Jonah truly fears nothing.  He is always the first to jump in and try something and usually the one to take things too far.  ;)  He was the first of our kids to require stitches, and we've always assumed (until this week) that he would also be the first to break a bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TOVcyUSZtgI/AAAAAAAADF4/QIU6o02vCkg/s1600/IMG_1780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TOVcyUSZtgI/AAAAAAAADF4/QIU6o02vCkg/s320/IMG_1780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540936936058369538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So it was no surprise to me when we were at the park this week and Jonah came running over to where I was playing with Bridget saying,  "Mom, you've gotta come see my new trick!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all walked over to the paved area where Jonah was riding his bike.  He told us he would ride around the circle and do the trick when he was back in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NM1CNXkU-ks?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NM1CNXkU-ks?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not bad, huh?  I asked who taught him to do that trick and he said nobody had.  "I just learned that I could lift up the front wheel and it's not even hard!"  I really don't think he's seen anyone do it, it just seemed like a good idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It remained a 'good' idea until later, when he tried to repeat the trick for my friend who had showed up at the park.  This time, Jonah rode around the circle, came toward us and popped a HUGE wheelie...so huge that he fell right off the back of his bike.  The bike flipped completely upside-down, and Jonah landed on his rear end.  He wasn't so happy about that, but it didn't stop him from hopping right back on his bike!  :)&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/29948996-2648368655720725487?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/2648368655720725487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=2648368655720725487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/2648368655720725487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/2648368655720725487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2010/11/jonah-brave.html' title='Jonah the Brave'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TOVcyUSZtgI/AAAAAAAADF4/QIU6o02vCkg/s72-c/IMG_1780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-5078051274526534480</id><published>2010-11-05T08:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T08:52:35.391-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschool'/><title type='text'>Fun Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's Fun Friday...we're off to enjoy it!!!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TNQL6C3kUAI/AAAAAAAADFw/R-VoeTwvF0k/s1600/IMG_1465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TNQL6C3kUAI/AAAAAAAADFw/R-VoeTwvF0k/s320/IMG_1465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536062933775437826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(This picture is from a recent 'fun friday' excursion to the Rose Garden.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful weekend!&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/29948996-5078051274526534480?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/5078051274526534480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=5078051274526534480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/5078051274526534480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/5078051274526534480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2010/11/fun-friday.html' title='Fun Friday!'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TNQL6C3kUAI/AAAAAAAADFw/R-VoeTwvF0k/s72-c/IMG_1465.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-5519064239171596997</id><published>2010-10-28T10:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T11:58:18.858-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Field Trip--Dairy Museum and Castle Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We currently have our home school scheduled into four days a week.  We usually work Monday through Thursday, with Friday being either "Fun Friday" or "Field Trip Friday" depending on what we have planned.  The beauty of homeschooling is that we can be flexible.  This week, for example, we planned a big field trip with friends.  It fell on a Tuesday, so we just rearranged the school work to suit us.  Love it!  :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TMmdYyurDoI/AAAAAAAADFI/jmO3hx98x-U/s1600/IMG_1426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TMmdYyurDoI/AAAAAAAADFI/jmO3hx98x-U/s320/IMG_1426.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533126666461318786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week's field trip was a dual--Field trip/Fun Friday.  We have been studying early American pioneers and also reading the Little House series and both had been focusing on dairy cows that week.  One of our school activities was even making butter...so fun!  Anyway, I remembered that a small town up the road from us has a dairy museum and I thought it would perfectly complement our studies.  This small town also has the coolest park around (at least according to my kids), but since it's an hour away we don't go often.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TMmeFChImbI/AAAAAAAADFo/9ayzKyl69DQ/s1600/IMG_1421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TMmeFChImbI/AAAAAAAADFo/9ayzKyl69DQ/s320/IMG_1421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533127426613746098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a great time!  Since it was a weekday, we had the entire museum to ourselves.  The lady running the desk started a short film for us (about the importance of cows and how they are milked) and then left us to explore on our own.  The kids enjoyed the displays and especially liked the dairy trivia game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the museum is a little culvert full of water.  My little nature detective Henry found a duck's nest with some egg shells in it.  He was pretty excited and tried to entice the ducks to come back to their nest, but they weren't interested.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TMmdaVKwxxI/AAAAAAAADFY/8shkbSyFMUU/s1600/IMG_1428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TMmdaVKwxxI/AAAAAAAADFY/8shkbSyFMUU/s320/IMG_1428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533126692885808914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adventure-man Jonah reached into a hole and came out with this carcass of some kind of creature.  There are certainly some parts of living in East Texas that I am still not used to yet!  I don't even know to what animal that belonged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TMmdYFQQKAI/AAAAAAAADFA/i9XqJIyaxJ4/s1600/IMG_1422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TMmdYFQQKAI/AAAAAAAADFA/i9XqJIyaxJ4/s320/IMG_1422.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533126654254131202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bridget's favorite part of the morning was feeding the ducks.  She used to get a piece of bread and throw the whole thing out.  This time she was so consumed by tearing it up into teeny, tiny little pieces that her one piece lasted longer than the boys' two pieces did!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TMmdZv9mUxI/AAAAAAAADFQ/NaD6pHZ9AXM/s1600/IMG_1427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TMmdZv9mUxI/AAAAAAAADFQ/NaD6pHZ9AXM/s320/IMG_1427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533126682898486034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had to snap a group shot before we left, since they had put up such an adorable fall display.  :)  I just LOVE the self-timer feature on my camera.  It makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TMmddU31fdI/AAAAAAAADFg/Jt1RIgvz5ws/s1600/IMG_1434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TMmddU31fdI/AAAAAAAADFg/Jt1RIgvz5ws/s320/IMG_1434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533126744346033618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the Dairy Museum, we headed to the castle park.  Oddly enough, I didn't take a single picture there.  It was a beautiful, sunny, fall day...we had a picnic lunch and played for hours.  There were a few parents and toddlers walking around and a couple of older adults walking the paths around the park, but we mostly had that place to ourselves too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we had spent the afternoon at the park, we headed to Sonic for mini-sundaes.  Actually, Jonah and Bridget had mini-sundaes, but Henry enjoyed a plain vanilla cone.  On the way home, the kids all fell asleep and I got to relax to some of my favorite music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an absolutely perfect day! &lt;br /&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/29948996-5519064239171596997?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/5519064239171596997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=5519064239171596997' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/5519064239171596997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/5519064239171596997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2010/10/field-trip-dairy-museum-and-castle-park.html' title='Field Trip--Dairy Museum and Castle Park'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TMmdYyurDoI/AAAAAAAADFI/jmO3hx98x-U/s72-c/IMG_1426.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-1602693949196556001</id><published>2010-10-21T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T23:13:13.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P8cAU475dQo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P8cAU475dQo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="390" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29948996-1602693949196556001?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/1602693949196556001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=1602693949196556001' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/1602693949196556001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/1602693949196556001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2010/10/wow.html' title='Wow!'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-2172080629034764646</id><published>2010-10-21T09:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T14:26:05.434-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><title type='text'>Loose Tooth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TMBI3QYgVkI/AAAAAAAADEw/9sXTJTV4aO8/s1600/IMG_1206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TMBI3QYgVkI/AAAAAAAADEw/9sXTJTV4aO8/s320/IMG_1206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530500456538723906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Henry lost one of his front teeth a few months ago and now his other top front tooth is very loose.  He pulled on it a few weeks ago but at the sight (or taste?) of blood, he gave up on it.  Now it's precariously hanging in there and he can twist it sideways and let it sit all wonky in his mouth.  I'm thinking we're going to lose a tooth today!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update at 2:20...He lost it!  The tooth held up through lunch, then came out when he was eating a cookie later on.  :)  Henry is so excited!  And I just love his new smile.  Simply adorable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TMCTejk-q5I/AAAAAAAADE4/q7vbwV22o64/s1600/IMG_1447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TMCTejk-q5I/AAAAAAAADE4/q7vbwV22o64/s320/IMG_1447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530582495566670738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/29948996-2172080629034764646?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/2172080629034764646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=2172080629034764646' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/2172080629034764646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/2172080629034764646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2010/10/loose-tooth.html' title='Loose Tooth'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TMBI3QYgVkI/AAAAAAAADEw/9sXTJTV4aO8/s72-c/IMG_1206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-3640958113979705798</id><published>2010-10-20T14:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T14:42:02.425-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridget'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordless wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TL9F9yZlc5I/AAAAAAAADEo/zdtCgToEWfI/s1600/IMG_1140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TL9F9yZlc5I/AAAAAAAADEo/zdtCgToEWfI/s320/IMG_1140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530215795237680018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29948996-3640958113979705798?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/3640958113979705798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=3640958113979705798' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/3640958113979705798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/3640958113979705798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2010/10/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TL9F9yZlc5I/AAAAAAAADEo/zdtCgToEWfI/s72-c/IMG_1140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-7903045088652455937</id><published>2010-10-13T12:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T12:29:50.964-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><title type='text'>Sleepy Henry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A while back Henry was working on school at the dining room table while I worked on some things in the kitchen.  He came in to tell me he was done with what he had been working on and asked what he should do next.  I suggested he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;go finish his Math&lt;/span&gt;, knowing that he had left some of it to do later.  He replied, "Really?"  I told him yes, wondering why he would question it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite some time later I realized I hadn't heard from Henry in a while (and he should have been done fairly quickly with his assignment).  Checking first in the dining room, I realized Henry was missing.  I looked outside where Jonah and Bridget were playing, thinking that he had joined them.  They said they hadn't seen him.  When I walked back in the house, I saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TLXpYI9CVzI/AAAAAAAADEg/9CJPmkSGwvA/s1600/IMG_1139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TLXpYI9CVzI/AAAAAAAADEg/9CJPmkSGwvA/s320/IMG_1139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527580718596773682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later I had to wake him up as he was still napping at 4:00 that afternoon.  I asked Henry if he had been pretty tired and he said no.  When I asked him why he had decided to take a nap, he told me, "Because you told me to."  I denied telling him to nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry said, "Yes you did!  When I asked what I should work on next for school you said, 'why don't you go &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finish up your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; nap&lt;/span&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/29948996-7903045088652455937?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/7903045088652455937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=7903045088652455937' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/7903045088652455937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/7903045088652455937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2010/10/sleepy-henry.html' title='Sleepy Henry'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TLXpYI9CVzI/AAAAAAAADEg/9CJPmkSGwvA/s72-c/IMG_1139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-3150485807205770663</id><published>2010-10-11T09:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T13:40:14.474-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Florida Vacation Part 2--favorite pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mary Beth felt the need to clean the outside of the door to the public restroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt the need to take a picture of her doing just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TLNV23YPfII/AAAAAAAADEY/-8rOZF8-mQs/s1600/IMG_1537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TLNV23YPfII/AAAAAAAADEY/-8rOZF8-mQs/s320/IMG_1537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526855568780655746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My father in law is a goofy guy.  Here he is announcing that he's ready to go for his morning walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TLNV2cSqlcI/AAAAAAAADEQ/g5dZNQ0Kcaw/s1600/IMG_1253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TLNV2cSqlcI/AAAAAAAADEQ/g5dZNQ0Kcaw/s320/IMG_1253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526855561509508546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took the kids bowling for their first time ever.  Henry loved every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TLNV10bebCI/AAAAAAAADEI/AkKy3um0_p0/s1600/IMG_1357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TLNV10bebCI/AAAAAAAADEI/AkKy3um0_p0/s320/IMG_1357.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526855550809041954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jonah enjoyed bowling too; but then again, he enjoys everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TLNV0sk21eI/AAAAAAAADEA/_4ePauS98KQ/s1600/IMG_1356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TLNV0sk21eI/AAAAAAAADEA/_4ePauS98KQ/s320/IMG_1356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526855531521037794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sweeties on the beach.  I try to take this same picture every year.  There is something about it that I just LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TLNV0WTB1ZI/AAAAAAAADD4/kKbX5r1hFJw/s1600/IMG_1335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TLNV0WTB1ZI/AAAAAAAADD4/kKbX5r1hFJw/s320/IMG_1335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526855525540681106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam and the kids resting at the airplane museum.  I have the best family ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TLMo0ooIruI/AAAAAAAADDw/lhhkZFWdnAg/s1600/IMG_1274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TLMo0ooIruI/AAAAAAAADDw/lhhkZFWdnAg/s320/IMG_1274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526806052437798626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am totally and indescribably blessed to be this awesome man's wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TLMo0HLfRDI/AAAAAAAADDo/grLILv7GkoM/s1600/IMG_1361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TLMo0HLfRDI/AAAAAAAADDo/grLILv7GkoM/s320/IMG_1361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526806043459273778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cousin love. &lt;br /&gt;Somehow I missed getting Henry in this picture, but this shot shows how well they all get along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TLMozhMdmVI/AAAAAAAADDg/-q-qERUs1Nk/s1600/IMG_1405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TLMozhMdmVI/AAAAAAAADDg/-q-qERUs1Nk/s320/IMG_1405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526806033262811474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matthew and Bridget had so much fun on this roller.  It's some kind of miracle that neither one of them got hurt on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TLMozdDmDeI/AAAAAAAADDY/ZiT_85vBLvU/s1600/IMG_1236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TLMozdDmDeI/AAAAAAAADDY/ZiT_85vBLvU/s320/IMG_1236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526806032151875042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The whole crew.&lt;br /&gt; These are the fun people who are crazy enough to vacation with us!  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TLMoy-b9ogI/AAAAAAAADDQ/cc9zXbIW-Xo/s1600/IMG_1228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TLMoy-b9ogI/AAAAAAAADDQ/cc9zXbIW-Xo/s320/IMG_1228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526806023932584450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are so grateful to have had a chance to go to Florida once again with our very favorite people.  The Lord is so good to us...to HIM be the glory!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/29948996-3150485807205770663?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/3150485807205770663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=3150485807205770663' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/3150485807205770663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/3150485807205770663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2010/10/florida-vacation-part-2-favorite.html' title='Florida Vacation Part 2--favorite pictures!'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TLNV23YPfII/AAAAAAAADEY/-8rOZF8-mQs/s72-c/IMG_1537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-3271353567034000531</id><published>2010-10-10T12:37:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T15:16:28.050-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Florida Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last Saturday morning we headed to Florida for our annual beach vacation.  We met Jon and Kelly (and Jordan and Matthew) and Dave and Mary Beth at a nearby gas station at five a.m. and hit the road.The nice thing about leaving early is that the kids sleep for the first few hours of driving.  When they wake up we're already in another state and half way to our destination.  We dressed the kids in their travel clothes and told them we'd get them up in the middle of the night...they were so excited they could hardly sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That lack of sleep contributed to much of this on the drive down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TLH8iIzkRyI/AAAAAAAADCA/QGCljkHzEF0/s1600/IMG_1208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TLH8iIzkRyI/AAAAAAAADCA/QGCljkHzEF0/s320/IMG_1208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526475881169831714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sleeping kids are such WONDERFUL travelers!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TLH8hvSXwNI/AAAAAAAADB4/GwXrlRnokr4/s1600/IMG_1207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TLH8hvSXwNI/AAAAAAAADB4/GwXrlRnokr4/s320/IMG_1207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526475874319712466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got there, we quickly unpacked, settled the house, gave the guys a shopping list (eek!) and Kelly and I took the kids to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TLH8iWXrDXI/AAAAAAAADCI/RwrFwpzBjjI/s1600/IMG_1511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TLH8iWXrDXI/AAAAAAAADCI/RwrFwpzBjjI/s320/IMG_1511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526475884810931570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids didn't waste any time jumping right in...it was breezy but that didn't stop them.  They ran right down to splash in the ocean and then spent time building things in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TLH8jvWHUXI/AAAAAAAADCY/wVKU403j1gM/s1600/IMG_1519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TLH8jvWHUXI/AAAAAAAADCY/wVKU403j1gM/s320/IMG_1519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526475908695150962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the kid crew right before we left the beach the first night...Jordan and Matthew were pretty cold by that point, but it didn't stop them from playing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TLH8jH8voOI/AAAAAAAADCQ/jap3yrD6HsY/s1600/IMG_1520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TLH8jH8voOI/AAAAAAAADCQ/jap3yrD6HsY/s320/IMG_1520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526475898119758050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful drive down, and a perfect first day on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we headed back to the house it was getting late, so we had pizza for dinner and settled in to our evening routine:  kids snuggled up on the couch for a movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TLISPF_JBNI/AAAAAAAADCg/VXx7Ao5wqcY/s1600/IMG_1216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TLISPF_JBNI/AAAAAAAADCg/VXx7Ao5wqcY/s320/IMG_1216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526499743251367122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and cards at the table for the adults!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TLISPny4AxI/AAAAAAAADCo/XNRgkhKax8Q/s1600/IMG_1217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TLISPny4AxI/AAAAAAAADCo/XNRgkhKax8Q/s320/IMG_1217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526499752326726418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next day, Sam and I tried to convince everyone that we should all learn the Hoedown Throwdown (It's a Hannah Montana song.  Don't worry if you haven't heard of it--I hadn't either!).  We got Jon to join us and we got the first few steps nailed down before deciding we were not going to pick it up as easily as we had assumed.  ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent time at the beach and the pool, but it was fairly windy (which made water activities a bit on the cool side), so we all piled into cars and went to visit the nearby Bass Pro Shop.  We took the obligatory picture by the shark out front (notice my daughter is the one with her finger up her nose)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TLIbizqfAZI/AAAAAAAADDI/BMWGfYMbbQo/s1600/IMG_1212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TLIbizqfAZI/AAAAAAAADDI/BMWGfYMbbQo/s320/IMG_1212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526509977534923154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...and saved Henry from getting eaten alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TLISQepcVtI/AAAAAAAADC4/VihSPzOguxQ/s1600/IMG_1214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TLISQepcVtI/AAAAAAAADC4/VihSPzOguxQ/s320/IMG_1214.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526499767051114194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was lots of time for cousin-bonding, as evidenced by these two clowns:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TLISRKHeJaI/AAAAAAAADDA/8d1-rwSs4fU/s1600/IMG_1252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TLISRKHeJaI/AAAAAAAADDA/8d1-rwSs4fU/s320/IMG_1252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526499778719786402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We spent the rest of our days doing a myriad of activities:  mornings and afternoons at the beach...followed by time in the pool (in our backyard, of course!), playing at the park up the road from our house, spending a morning at the air force armament museum, going bowling (a first for our kids!), visiting the science museum, and lots of reading time for mom.  :)&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/29948996-3271353567034000531?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/3271353567034000531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=3271353567034000531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/3271353567034000531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/3271353567034000531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2010/10/florida-vacation.html' title='Florida Vacation'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TLH8iIzkRyI/AAAAAAAADCA/QGCljkHzEF0/s72-c/IMG_1208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-2521911695578913752</id><published>2010-09-29T10:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T12:35:34.291-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><title type='text'>Henry's Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/exsQs7qHP5Y?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/exsQs7qHP5Y?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"If I Knew"&lt;/span&gt;, by Maud Wyman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I knew a box where the smiles are kept&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     No matter how large the key&lt;br /&gt;Or strong the bolt, I would try so hard&lt;br /&gt;     'Twould open, I know, for me;&lt;br /&gt;Then over the land and the sea broadcast,&lt;br /&gt;     I'd scatter the smiles to play,&lt;br /&gt;That the children's faces might hold them fast&lt;br /&gt;     For many and many a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew a box that was large enough&lt;br /&gt;     To hold all the frowns I meet,&lt;br /&gt;I would like to gather them every one,&lt;br /&gt;     From nursery, school, and street;&lt;br /&gt;Then folding and holding, I'd pack them in,&lt;br /&gt;     And turning the monster key,&lt;br /&gt;I'd hire a giant to drop the box&lt;br /&gt;     To the depths of the deep, deep sea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29948996-2521911695578913752?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/2521911695578913752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=2521911695578913752' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/2521911695578913752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/2521911695578913752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2010/09/henrys-poem.html' title='Henry&apos;s Poem'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-4036509412401437805</id><published>2010-09-28T08:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T16:09:15.788-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridget'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Bridget Mary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There are so many things about Bridget as a three year old that I want to remember.  :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TKHsAdnATOI/AAAAAAAADBw/WUPJVxI9Ql0/s1600/IMG_1008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TKHsAdnATOI/AAAAAAAADBw/WUPJVxI9Ql0/s320/IMG_1008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521954110825319650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are just a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;the copet (copy) game&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;"How old are you?"  "I'm six and half, right mom?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;adorably pudgy thighs and chubby fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;"I love you.  You're my best."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;free flowing hair&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;skirts every day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Rufus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know the Lord smiled when he created you, sweet girl!  We love your passion for life, your joy in the people around you and your precious, sweet spirit.  :)&lt;/span&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/29948996-4036509412401437805?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/4036509412401437805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=4036509412401437805' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/4036509412401437805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/4036509412401437805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2010/09/bridget-mary.html' title='Bridget Mary'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TKHsAdnATOI/AAAAAAAADBw/WUPJVxI9Ql0/s72-c/IMG_1008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-4891254299629769089</id><published>2010-09-23T13:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T13:31:36.146-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><title type='text'>Sign Language</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We've been learning about different Native American tribes in school this week.  We've studied some of their different houses and locations.  Today we talked about how different tribes could communicate since they didn't speak the same languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our history books has a primitive sign language guide in the back, so we went to that and decided to try and communicate with one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun way to learn a little bit more about another culture.  Henry and I carried on a conversation about horses, 'talking' back and forth with the few signs we could get each other to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be outdone, Jonah jumped into the game.  His message?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teepees are on fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed and then told him to have his horses take water back to the teepees.  He responded by telling us the horses were on fire too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a goofball!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TJubl_X_2qI/AAAAAAAADBo/L3QZNczygog/s1600/IMG_0975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TJubl_X_2qI/AAAAAAAADBo/L3QZNczygog/s320/IMG_0975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520176845242227362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a pretend pout, by the way.  Jonah had a bike accident a few weeks back and ended up with a pretty good case of road rash on his nose and cheeks.&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/29948996-4891254299629769089?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/4891254299629769089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=4891254299629769089' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/4891254299629769089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/4891254299629769089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2010/09/weve-been-learning-about-different.html' title='Sign Language'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TJubl_X_2qI/AAAAAAAADBo/L3QZNczygog/s72-c/IMG_0975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-6407418113030445449</id><published>2010-09-20T09:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T10:28:30.301-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><title type='text'>ESOAL XII</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This past weekend was ESOAL up at Teen Mania.  It is an incredible event put on for the interns every year.  Many alumni come back for this event every year, and this year was especially exciting because Sam's brother David (who created and runs this event) decided to participate for the first time ever.  He asked Sam to be the major of EZ company, which was comprised of forty-some former staff and interns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TJdxWDfACVI/AAAAAAAADBg/1I-EOBC_mg0/s1600/IMG_1079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TJdxWDfACVI/AAAAAAAADBg/1I-EOBC_mg0/s320/IMG_1079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519004492072225106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sam enjoys facilitating this event.  He is very gifted when it comes to leading people and he has a way of getting right to the heart of issues that people are dealing with.  In the past years that Sam has been a major, those in his company have always been extremely grateful for his particular leading style and the way he pushes them to grow and stretch their faith.  (Last year he was even chosen as ESOAL Major of the Year!)  This year was no different but was a little more challenging for him as Sam had his brother in his company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TJdxV5hNU6I/AAAAAAAADBY/0EYyRwrH21w/s1600/IMG_1078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TJdxV5hNU6I/AAAAAAAADBY/0EYyRwrH21w/s320/IMG_1078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519004489397130146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;David did an excellent job and really became one with his company.  We caught up with him yesterday out at the lake (after the end of ESOAL) and it was so fun to hear his stories and what he gained out of the event.  We are so proud of him for going through this! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TJdxVaFg5eI/AAAAAAAADBQ/RvKUciB3pGw/s1600/IMG_1090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TJdxVaFg5eI/AAAAAAAADBQ/RvKUciB3pGw/s320/IMG_1090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519004480959473122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went up to visit with Sam one night and spent some time watching everything that was happening.  It's very entertaining to see what these people will do voluntarily!  :)  I can't talk though, because I &lt;a href="http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html"&gt;went through it myself&lt;/a&gt; two years ago.  While we were there we ran into David's kids, who had come up to see how their Dad was doing.  It's always fun to have a little cousin time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TJdxVM6ir3I/AAAAAAAADBI/MWbO2ToasJ0/s1600/IMG_1081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TJdxVM6ir3I/AAAAAAAADBI/MWbO2ToasJ0/s320/IMG_1081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519004477423791986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My kids missed their Daddy so much.  He was gone from Wednesday night until Sunday morning.  We had a wedding to attend on Saturday evening, so he showered and cleaned up, we picked him up and went to the wedding, then dropped him back off.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam, David, and all of the other facilitators and participants:  I am so proud of you!  I hope you learned and were stretched and challenged...and I pray the lessons you take away from ESOAL will remain fresh in your minds all of your days.  :)&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/29948996-6407418113030445449?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/6407418113030445449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=6407418113030445449' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/6407418113030445449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/6407418113030445449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2010/09/esoal-xii.html' title='ESOAL XII'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TJdxWDfACVI/AAAAAAAADBg/1I-EOBC_mg0/s72-c/IMG_1079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-4465872077205267281</id><published>2010-09-16T07:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T07:49:02.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brian's visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TJIRBDohuPI/AAAAAAAADBA/XTTKBjet68Y/s1600/IMG_1040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TJIRBDohuPI/AAAAAAAADBA/XTTKBjet68Y/s320/IMG_1040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517491203335108850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My brother Brian was just here to visit for a week.  He lives in Montana, so we don't get to see him often.  We were able to meet up with him this Spring at my mom's house in Arizona for a quick weekend, but it's been a while since we had a good chunk of time with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TJIOsnOKVlI/AAAAAAAADA4/OOH34y99lV0/s1600/IMG_1042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TJIOsnOKVlI/AAAAAAAADA4/OOH34y99lV0/s320/IMG_1042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517488653087692370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids LOVE their Uncle Brian.  We had so much fun getting out and doing things and also just staying home and talking.  I'm so grateful for my brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he was here we:  ate at a few fun places that he doesn't have in Bozeman, talked him into getting a pair of Crocs (yes!), played at Sky Ranch, went to the library, went to a high school football game, spent a day out at Dave and MaryBeth's, visited IKEA and played some cards with friends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent his last full day here out at Sky Ranch.  We played mini-golf, jumped on the jumping pillow and swam in the party pool.  It was a refreshing, relaxing way to spend our last day together and we all had a great time!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TJIOr6BWu_I/AAAAAAAADAo/b_uc3lpUzg8/s1600/IMG_1025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TJIOr6BWu_I/AAAAAAAADAo/b_uc3lpUzg8/s320/IMG_1025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517488640954383346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm busy plotting a trip to Bozeman to visit Brian next Spring or Summer.  The boys and I haven't been back to Montana since we moved away, and Bridget has never even been there!  I'm thinking a road trip is in order.    :)&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/29948996-4465872077205267281?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/4465872077205267281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=4465872077205267281' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/4465872077205267281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/4465872077205267281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2010/09/brians-visit.html' title='Brian&apos;s visit'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TJIRBDohuPI/AAAAAAAADBA/XTTKBjet68Y/s72-c/IMG_1040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-8212074551236162109</id><published>2010-09-15T14:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T15:12:47.635-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Swimming at a Friend's house</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPVjTVMP6yI/AAAAAAAADJY/9fi3lcs_4ig/s1600/IMG_1031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPVjTVMP6yI/AAAAAAAADJY/9fi3lcs_4ig/s320/IMG_1031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545447699933817634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A lovely couple from our church graciously offered us the use of their pool this past summer.  We picked a day and made that our 'swimming day' consistently every week.  Another friend and her kids met us out there, and our wonderful hostess joined us more often than not.  Our hostess is an older Christian woman, and as much as I enjoyed the pool, I enjoyed my time visiting with her more.  Such wisdom!  I understand more and more why the Bible commands the older women to teach the younger women...they have so much more life experience to draw from and share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPVjSxIZsZI/AAAAAAAADJQ/-QThyQzSaac/s1600/IMG_3329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPVjSxIZsZI/AAAAAAAADJQ/-QThyQzSaac/s320/IMG_3329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545447690254004626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Theirs is a beautiful salt-water pool, with a shallow area that has a fountain spraying up all the time.  Deep enough to dive, but plenty of shallow areas for the little ones.  Bridget's swimming improved &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dramatically &lt;/span&gt;this summer from our time at this pool, and half way through the summer she even gave up wearing her water wings.  It was a little early for me, but she did wonderfully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPVjrYKrAwI/AAAAAAAADJg/WCiADT8rd5Q/s1600/IMG_3326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPVjrYKrAwI/AAAAAAAADJg/WCiADT8rd5Q/s320/IMG_3326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545448113049371394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We usually tried to pack up a picnic lunch and spread out in their backyard.  They live about ten minutes away from us, so it usually worked out well to swim-eat lunch-swim some more-head home for naps.  It made for beautiful summer days!     :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPVjSVTEYHI/AAAAAAAADJI/ktcoOxenw7M/s1600/IMG_3368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPVjSVTEYHI/AAAAAAAADJI/ktcoOxenw7M/s320/IMG_3368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545447682782552178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even though my new friends proved a little camera-shy, I still managed to snap a picture of each of them.  Joce with her little granddaughter and Earl dipping his feet in the water to cool off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPVoOZsEyxI/AAAAAAAADJo/Ca1_OQGtVMk/s1600/IMG_0878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPVoOZsEyxI/AAAAAAAADJo/Ca1_OQGtVMk/s320/IMG_0878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545453112799841042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPVoOk42hnI/AAAAAAAADJw/KgEV-h9KU8M/s1600/IMG_0879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPVoOk42hnI/AAAAAAAADJw/KgEV-h9KU8M/s320/IMG_0879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545453115806221938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many thanks to precious Earl and Joce for opening your home to us and sharing what God has blessed you with.  You are a blessing to us!       :)&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/29948996-8212074551236162109?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/8212074551236162109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=8212074551236162109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/8212074551236162109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/8212074551236162109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2010/09/swimming-at-friends-house.html' title='Swimming at a Friend&apos;s house'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TPVjTVMP6yI/AAAAAAAADJY/9fi3lcs_4ig/s72-c/IMG_1031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-4517472139152354034</id><published>2010-09-10T23:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T00:18:10.734-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridget'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><title type='text'>Bathroom Duty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to the local high school football game tonight.  My brother is in town visiting, so he was along with us and we had our neighbor boy along too.  Being that we live in Texas and all there were quite a few other people at the game too (if you know Texas football at all, you understand the vast understatement I'm making here!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometime after the first quarter, Bridget announced that she needed to use the bathroom.  I told her I would take her, and then asked if anyone else needed to go.  Both my boys and Blake said yes, so I headed off with four kids.  Sam grabbed the three boys before we all walked off and very seriously told them, &lt;em&gt;"Now you boys stay together.  Nobody wander off.  And when you go into the bathroom, you go in together and come out together."&lt;/em&gt;  They all gave him a &lt;em&gt;"Yes sir!"&lt;/em&gt; and off we went. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The boys headed down the bleachers ahead of me, and then turned to go down the next set before Bridget and I could catch up with them.  We were delayed in the crush of people and by the time we got down to the bottom, the older two boys were gone and I found Jonah standing all alone in the middle of a big crowd of people...looking completely lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I caught up with him and asked where the other boys were.  He was pretty upset and didn't have any idea where they had gone.  We headed over to the boys bathroom and waited, and sure enough, Henry and Blake came bouncing out of there momentarily.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grabbing Henry by the arm, I told him he needed to walk Jonah into the bathroom, wait for him and then come out and talk with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridget reminded me at this point that she really needed to go to the bathroom, but I felt like the more pressing issue was to talk with the boys about what had happened.  So we waited for the boys to come out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they finally all three came out, I lined them up beside a post to talk with them.  I was pretty far into my lecturing  about listening to instructions, sticking together, strangers,  obeying and everything else (I was on a pretty good roll at that point!) when someone tapped me on the arm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Um, excuse me, but did you have a little girl with you?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Frantically looking around, I noticed that Bridget was no longer in my sight. &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He proceeded to tell me that he had seen her walk into the men's restroom and that he would go check on her.  He popped his head in there, then leaned out and waved me into the restroom.  Bridget had gone right in and sat down in one of the stalls, not even noticing all the boys running in and out of there!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I grabbed her by the hand and dragged her out of there and into the ladies restroom.  &lt;em&gt;"Mom, why are we going in here?  I already went potty!"&lt;/em&gt; my three year old insisted.  We washed her hands and rushed back out to reunite with the three giggling boys.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next time I'm not volunteering for bathroom duty.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29948996-4517472139152354034?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/4517472139152354034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=4517472139152354034' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/4517472139152354034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/4517472139152354034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2010/09/bathroom-duty.html' title='Bathroom Duty'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-5845986961499375755</id><published>2010-09-08T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T23:29:02.647-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridget'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TIhigoaPbHI/AAAAAAAADAY/bQLC0EjvFFc/s1600/IMG_0781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TIhigoaPbHI/AAAAAAAADAY/bQLC0EjvFFc/s320/IMG_0781.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514766056457989234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29948996-5845986961499375755?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/5845986961499375755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=5845986961499375755' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/5845986961499375755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/5845986961499375755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2010/09/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TIhigoaPbHI/AAAAAAAADAY/bQLC0EjvFFc/s72-c/IMG_0781.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-5914294900921160478</id><published>2010-09-06T12:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T12:19:13.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of Jonah...by Jonah</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/eiAaHSWj6ao/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eiAaHSWj6ao?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eiAaHSWj6ao?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29948996-5914294900921160478?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/5914294900921160478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=5914294900921160478' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/5914294900921160478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/5914294900921160478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2010/09/story-of-jonahby-jonah.html' title='The Story of Jonah...by Jonah'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-4824926018668292726</id><published>2010-09-02T08:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T08:47:49.241-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lisa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last week I celebrated my 32nd birthday, surrounded by family and friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just LOVE birthdays.  I've never understood people who don't really enjoy celebrating.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My wonderful friend Beth decided that I need a girl's night for my birthday and invited this lovely group of ladies out to dinner and ice cream...we had a blast!  It was so fun and refreshing to get out with the girls.  There was much laughter! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TH-nimAzvsI/AAAAAAAADAQ/i5H6D6bv69k/s1600/IMG_2042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TH-nimAzvsI/AAAAAAAADAQ/i5H6D6bv69k/s320/IMG_2042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512308681686105794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And on my&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; actual&lt;/span&gt; birthday, my incredible mother-in-law invited us to dinner at their house.  When we showed up, I found that she had invited Jon and Kelly and family to join us, and she had decorated the table with balloons and all different colored napkins and things...it was a party!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Beth served us a wonderful dinner and followed it up with this beautiful chocolate cake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TH-mrX_ZlOI/AAAAAAAADAI/FJq91UUXDlM/s1600/IMG_2049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TH-mrX_ZlOI/AAAAAAAADAI/FJq91UUXDlM/s320/IMG_2049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512307733029295330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I felt so honored and loved on my birthday.  What fun to have friends and family around to share in our celebrations of life!&lt;br /&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/29948996-4824926018668292726?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/4824926018668292726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=4824926018668292726' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/4824926018668292726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/4824926018668292726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me!'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TH-nimAzvsI/AAAAAAAADAQ/i5H6D6bv69k/s72-c/IMG_2042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-2442202135456334142</id><published>2010-08-28T17:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T18:29:58.289-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><title type='text'>Henry's Bullseye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/THmNlIEcibI/AAAAAAAAC_A/aCdSjTfF6NA/s1600/IMG_2052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/THmNlIEcibI/AAAAAAAAC_A/aCdSjTfF6NA/s320/IMG_2052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510591288025319858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I shouldn't have taken the picture straight-on, because now you can't see the arrow!  It's right at the top of the yellow bullseye.  Henry wasn't strong enough to shoot his bow last year, but this year he is doing really well with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he shot the bullseye, Henry came running inside to tell me all about it.  After much praise and sharing in the excitement, Henry walked away from the target.  As he left he smiled and said, "I am just so jealous of myself!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He saw me start to giggle and followed it up with, "I don't even know what that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;means&lt;/span&gt;!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another quote from Henry, at the dinner table tonight as he was talking with his dad...."I think we should try and hunt back behind our property.  I'm pretty sure there is a lot of doe out there."   :)&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/29948996-2442202135456334142?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/2442202135456334142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=2442202135456334142' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/2442202135456334142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/2442202135456334142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2010/08/henrys-bullseye.html' title='Henry&apos;s Bullseye'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/THmNlIEcibI/AAAAAAAAC_A/aCdSjTfF6NA/s72-c/IMG_2052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-4027022869099104349</id><published>2010-08-25T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T11:53:05.675-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridget'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordless wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for fun...'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/THVKT64zGsI/AAAAAAAAC-4/xPL3R7rrBJk/s1600/IMG_0697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/THVKT64zGsI/AAAAAAAAC-4/xPL3R7rrBJk/s320/IMG_0697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509391425243126466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;(Guess she was tired!)&lt;/span&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/29948996-4027022869099104349?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/4027022869099104349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=4027022869099104349' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/4027022869099104349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/4027022869099104349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2010/08/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/THVKT64zGsI/AAAAAAAAC-4/xPL3R7rrBJk/s72-c/IMG_0697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-5437178617791727266</id><published>2010-08-24T08:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T08:27:02.324-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just for fun...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><title type='text'>Henry the Hunter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we were expecting Henry we briefly considered the name "Hunter" for him.  We just really liked it, but as Sam is an avid hunter we finally decided not to go that route. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year Henry really got into hunting with his Dad.  He really hasn't stopped talking about it since...camoflauge brings it to mind, guns, bows, magazines...just about anything can spark hunting talk around here.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/THPGkxv_xkI/AAAAAAAAC-w/zx38E8usEEw/s1600/IMG_0843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/THPGkxv_xkI/AAAAAAAAC-w/zx38E8usEEw/s320/IMG_0843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508965104336488002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But even that love for all things hunting does not explain why, when my son colors a picture of a moose, he feels the need to draw in the 'kill spot' and a tongue sticking out.  He made sure to point out to me that the eyes are red because he's dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOYS!    :)&lt;br /&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/29948996-5437178617791727266?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/5437178617791727266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=5437178617791727266' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/5437178617791727266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/5437178617791727266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2010/08/henry-hunter.html' title='Henry the Hunter'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/THPGkxv_xkI/AAAAAAAAC-w/zx38E8usEEw/s72-c/IMG_0843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-6583404835655545402</id><published>2010-08-23T12:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T13:56:31.936-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridget'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><title type='text'>First day of school!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's the first day of school today!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/THK_tFmWeKI/AAAAAAAAC-g/6vM0oJolBKg/s1600/IMG_0831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/THK_tFmWeKI/AAAAAAAAC-g/6vM0oJolBKg/s320/IMG_0831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508676075545589922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids are excited and so am I.   As much as I have enjoyed summer, I do crave routine and a predictable schedule.  I'm looking forward to getting a semi-regular routine down again and having some fun with our new curriculum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry (age 7) is beginning the second grade today.  He is starting the "&lt;a href="http://www.mfwbooks.com/"&gt;My Father's World&lt;/a&gt;" curriculum (for Bible, history, geography, music, art) and we just love it.  He enjoys Singapore math (with the exception of word problems, which just seem to elude his understanding), so we're continuing on with that this year, and "Spelling by Sound and Structure" and "First Language Lessons" round out the rest of language arts.  His favorite part of today was setting up our timeline that we'll be adding to throughout this year.  I had him draw pictures of every member of the family and put them up in the appropriate places.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/THKz4kHphPI/AAAAAAAAC94/yq_Jp6oOKWA/s1600/IMG_0831.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/THKz4ygXiKI/AAAAAAAAC-A/diPYmBEbCWI/s1600/IMG_0832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/THKz4ygXiKI/AAAAAAAAC-A/diPYmBEbCWI/s320/IMG_0832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508663082439116962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonah (age5) will be working on the ABC series from Rod and Staff.  These books are gentle, sweet and perfect for our little bear.  They cover Bible lessons, pre-reading skills, math, following directions and much more.  He started this series last year and will complete it this year.  He is also working through "Teach Your Child to Read in 100 Easy Lessons" and is really excited to learn to read this year.  He'll participate in much of Henry's lessons (at his own level).  Jonah also has a CD curriculum that was his very favorite part of school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/THKz5t71HsI/AAAAAAAAC-I/q8IxOnoefD0/s1600/IMG_0833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/THKz5t71HsI/AAAAAAAAC-I/q8IxOnoefD0/s320/IMG_0833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508663098391994050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridget (age 3) has no formal curriculum planned for this year.  She'll sit in and participate in Bible lessons and she loves any read-aloud time she can get.  Some days she will have short assignments (coloring pages, simple mazes, etc...) and I also have special games that are only for school time (memory, lacing beads, puzzles, etc...).  Bridget is wonderful at entertaining herself, so she really requires very little supervision during my teaching times with the boys.  My goal this year is for her to begin sitting quietly at the table with us and learning to follow specific directions.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/THKz5zWElwI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/fDMyMvJNChc/s1600/IMG_0834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/THKz5zWElwI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/fDMyMvJNChc/s320/IMG_0834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508663099844237058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my favorite parts of homeschooling is the amount of time it takes.  They are typically done with all their schoolwork before lunch time, leaving us every afternoon free.  We also have plenty of time for field trips and getting together with friends throughout the week.  It allows my kids so much freedom and room for creativity...and I wouldn't trade that for anything!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/THKz6GjFwjI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/OXOgUOKsuFk/s1600/IMG_0790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/THKz6GjFwjI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/OXOgUOKsuFk/s320/IMG_0790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508663104999113266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/29948996-6583404835655545402?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/6583404835655545402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=6583404835655545402' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/6583404835655545402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/6583404835655545402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-day-fo-school.html' title='First day of school!'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/THK_tFmWeKI/AAAAAAAAC-g/6vM0oJolBKg/s72-c/IMG_0831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-7534539947664446975</id><published>2010-08-18T09:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T09:52:49.306-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>The Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our friends Charity and Reynaldo were married on July 31st, Bridget's birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGvwhO1xipI/AAAAAAAAC9w/q7GCiytct6Q/s1600/IMG_0675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGvwhO1xipI/AAAAAAAAC9w/q7GCiytct6Q/s320/IMG_0675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506759423100553874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first wedding our kids have attended and they were SO excited about it!  Henry just loves to get dressed up, and his first question was, "Do you think it would be appropriate if I dressed 'cowboy' for the wedding?"  I told him I thought that would be nice, and Jonah ended up following Henry's lead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGvwgGrBSzI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/8psypD34BPc/s1600/IMG_0633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGvwgGrBSzI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/8psypD34BPc/s320/IMG_0633.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506759403728096050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry just loved all the details from the wedding.  After seeing the bride, he leaned over to Sam and said, "I didn't know they even made dresses that beautiful!".  He also enjoyed the table decorations at the reception.  Jonah's favorite part was the actual ceremony.  He was very intent on what was happening and what was said.  They both wanted to know at which exact moment the couple was actually married.    :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a green dress set out to wear, but Bridget insisted I wear blue to match her.  I thought that was a grand idea, and since it was her birthday, I obliged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGvwgjLCszI/AAAAAAAAC9o/2wuIfcYMgBw/s1600/IMG_0676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGvwgjLCszI/AAAAAAAAC9o/2wuIfcYMgBw/s320/IMG_0676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506759411378598706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam went casual and wore a brown shirt and shorts.  Some were giving him a hard time about it until his brother pointed out the blue stitching in his shirt and suggested Sam had worn it to match me.  So that made it perfect!  (By the way, I tried VERY hard to get a nice picture of Sam and Bridget but one of them was always making a face...and it wasn't always Bridget!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGvwgaq9p0I/AAAAAAAAC9g/xQLCNmyHxx4/s1600/IMG_0639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGvwgaq9p0I/AAAAAAAAC9g/xQLCNmyHxx4/s320/IMG_0639.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506759409096566594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the wedding, we headed to Cracker Barrel with Sam's folks to celebrate Bridget's birthday with them.  It was a great evening and a wonderful way to celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGvwf4jpsZI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/EweKoT1r7XM/s1600/IMG_0625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGvwf4jpsZI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/EweKoT1r7XM/s320/IMG_0625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506759399939092882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29948996-7534539947664446975?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/7534539947664446975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=7534539947664446975' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/7534539947664446975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/7534539947664446975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2010/08/wedding.html' title='The Wedding'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGvwhO1xipI/AAAAAAAAC9w/q7GCiytct6Q/s72-c/IMG_0675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-7396881085685733637</id><published>2010-08-18T09:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T09:32:45.285-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridget'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Bridget's birthday celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I already posted about Bridget turning three a few weeks ago, but it still hasn't set in yet that my BABY is three years old!  I was over talking with my neighbor yesterday and said, "I'd better get home since I left Bridget over there alone." and she said, "Yes you'd better go check on your three year old."  I wanted to correct her and say, "You mean my two year old!" but I caught myself just in time.    :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridget's birthday fell on a Saturday this year.  That day Sam had to work in the morning/afternoon and we had a wedding to attend later in the day.  We decided to celebrate with Sam and the neighbor kids on Friday afternoon, and then on her birthday morning her brothers and I took her to her favorite museum.  We met some friends there for more cupcakes and just had a fun morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though Bridget had an&lt;a href="http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2009/08/bridget-is-two.html"&gt; Elmo cake&lt;/a&gt; last year, that was her request again this year.  I wanted to try something new, so we made Elmo cupcakes!  I couldn't find the decorator tip that I really wanted to use, so they didn't turn out quite like I pictured.  It took me a while to admit it, but I do like them and think they are cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGvpFXjlHoI/AAAAAAAAC8o/M-42z0G1pC4/s1600/IMG_0566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGvpFXjlHoI/AAAAAAAAC8o/M-42z0G1pC4/s320/IMG_0566.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506751247822429826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My good friend Beth came over to spend some time with Bridget on Friday.  Boo was still napping when Beth arrived, so she helped me finish up the Elmo cupcakes.  It was fun to have a little help in the kitchen, especially since I was a little disappointed in the outcome.  Beth is a great encourager and helped me see the cupcakes in a new light.  That's what friends are for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGvpFpOUTmI/AAAAAAAAC8w/EEO_7lzyRvg/s1600/IMG_0577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGvpFpOUTmI/AAAAAAAAC8w/EEO_7lzyRvg/s320/IMG_0577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506751252565085794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After Bridget got up, we gathered the neighbor kids and headed to our next-door neighbor's pool for a little swimming.  Hope and Blake came, along with their mom Kari:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGvpEd2GMjI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/K82g8nM7CQI/s1600/IMG_0601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGvpEd2GMjI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/K82g8nM7CQI/s320/IMG_0601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506751232330838578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And so did Claire, with her mom Simone.  (It was Claire's pool that we were swimming in.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGvpE7c_uNI/AAAAAAAAC8g/MlUUFBCpqIw/s1600/IMG_0594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGvpE7c_uNI/AAAAAAAAC8g/MlUUFBCpqIw/s320/IMG_0594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506751240278620370" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Hope and Blake and Kari joined us after swimming for a special birthday dinner of pancakes (Bridget's request!), and then Claire and Simone came over to help us eat the Elmo cupcakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGvpEh0DFXI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/x9_87knKSgA/s1600/IMG_0597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGvpEh0DFXI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/x9_87knKSgA/s320/IMG_0597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506751233395987826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was such a fun evening!  Then the next morning Bridget woke up to a birthday crown and chocolate cheerios for breakfast.  We had a fun morning at the museum and then headed home for some bike riding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGvqSu3tAtI/AAAAAAAAC9I/0MZPYH8FfGg/s1600/IMG_0618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGvqSu3tAtI/AAAAAAAAC9I/0MZPYH8FfGg/s320/IMG_0618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506752576930775762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma and Jim gave Bridget a new basket, bell and tassels for her bike and she was pretty excited to try them all out!  She has been carrying Rufus and her babies around in that basket ever since. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGvqJl4cimI/AAAAAAAAC84/0RFRlOpQYio/s1600/IMG_0616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGvqJl4cimI/AAAAAAAAC84/0RFRlOpQYio/s320/IMG_0616.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506752419899148898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday my little THREE year old!  We love you and are so glad that the Lord graced us with you as a part of our family.    :)&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/29948996-7396881085685733637?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/7396881085685733637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=7396881085685733637' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/7396881085685733637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/7396881085685733637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2010/08/bridgets-birthday-celebration.html' title='Bridget&apos;s birthday celebration'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGvpFXjlHoI/AAAAAAAAC8o/M-42z0G1pC4/s72-c/IMG_0566.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-5923405033983664583</id><published>2010-08-17T08:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T08:31:35.808-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><title type='text'>Toothless Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGqPAYy2tGI/AAAAAAAAC8I/HepAUvqgn34/s1600/IMG_0740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGqPAYy2tGI/AAAAAAAAC8I/HepAUvqgn34/s320/IMG_0740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506370731232375906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry lost one of his front teeth last week!  :)&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/29948996-5923405033983664583?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/5923405033983664583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=5923405033983664583' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/5923405033983664583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/5923405033983664583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2010/08/toothless-tuesday.html' title='Toothless Tuesday'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGqPAYy2tGI/AAAAAAAAC8I/HepAUvqgn34/s72-c/IMG_0740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-5994117190797433951</id><published>2010-08-16T09:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T09:45:10.009-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Visit with family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had the privilege of hosting Sam's cousin Andrew and family a few weeks back. They stayed with us a few days while they were in town to see Kali graduate from the Honor Academy and then they moved her up to Oklahoma for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGlNE4NMk-I/AAAAAAAAC7g/ujl67PDZXQU/s1600/IMG_0703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGlNE4NMk-I/AAAAAAAAC7g/ujl67PDZXQU/s320/IMG_0703.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506016765639693282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We just LOVE this family!  They are such a great group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's TJ with the boys.  TJ is the kind of guy who just always has a good attitude about everything.  He got up early every morning to play with the kids and did anything they asked him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGlNFiTl_iI/AAAAAAAAC7w/euKXehJ3rKE/s1600/IMG_0702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGlNFiTl_iI/AAAAAAAAC7w/euKXehJ3rKE/s320/IMG_0702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506016776940813858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kali with Jordan.  Sweet siblings.  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGlNGY7VWVI/AAAAAAAAC8A/UG8HNpQXHKo/s1600/IMG_0707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGlNGY7VWVI/AAAAAAAAC8A/UG8HNpQXHKo/s320/IMG_0707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506016791603009874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jordan with Bridget.  She had him wrapped around her finger.  And he even protected her from the evil Chuck E. Cheese when we went there to play! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGlNGPMalWI/AAAAAAAAC74/5ybQgrWkqj4/s1600/IMG_0701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGlNGPMalWI/AAAAAAAAC74/5ybQgrWkqj4/s320/IMG_0701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506016788990301538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just the guys.  Andrew is a lot of fun to have around.  My boys enjoyed his attention very much and were so sad to see this group of guys head home at the end of the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGlNFE4ZyaI/AAAAAAAAC7o/LOcPxwXFoJQ/s1600/IMG_0705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGlNFE4ZyaI/AAAAAAAAC7o/LOcPxwXFoJQ/s320/IMG_0705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506016769042139554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hopefully we'll make it up to Colorado to see you all again soon!    :)&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/29948996-5994117190797433951?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/5994117190797433951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=5994117190797433951' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/5994117190797433951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/5994117190797433951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2010/08/visit-with-family.html' title='Visit with family'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGlNE4NMk-I/AAAAAAAAC7g/ujl67PDZXQU/s72-c/IMG_0703.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-5307360898724672199</id><published>2010-08-12T07:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T10:55:32.549-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonah'/><title type='text'>Jonah at Day Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jonah had SO much fun at Sky Ranch day camp this summer.  He wanted (I mean REALLY wanted) to go to overnight camp.  He wasn't old enough and we didn't think he would have been ready anyway.    :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day was so packed with activities that I don't think they had a moment of down time.  They swam in the pool, went down waterslides, had Bible studies, jumped on the jumping pillow, played putt-putt golf, swam in the lake, played carnival games, went out on canoes, and rode the super-banana behind a boat.  He had a blast at each activity and came home exhausted every single night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TQTVSeFM3_I/AAAAAAAADMQ/-HUwCwKxOlU/s1600/IMG_0744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TQTVSeFM3_I/AAAAAAAADMQ/-HUwCwKxOlU/s320/IMG_0744.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549795154116534258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jonah loved all the kids he spent the week with.  He actually already knew a couple of them from church, but his favorite were the counselors.  Jonah was the youngest camper in his group, so he kind of became their mascot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TQTVSzfSI-I/AAAAAAAADMg/lsRh2j75HXo/s1600/IMG_0763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TQTVSzfSI-I/AAAAAAAADMg/lsRh2j75HXo/s320/IMG_0763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549795159863075810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jonah's two counselors were both amazing, but he really bonded with Dre (the one on the left).  Every day he came home with stories of the funny things Dre had said and done.  Dre felt the same way and told us that he hoped Jonah would be back next year so they could hang out again.    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TQTVSgnBcdI/AAAAAAAADMY/mbMfKgUaUeg/s1600/IMG_0762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TQTVSgnBcdI/AAAAAAAADMY/mbMfKgUaUeg/s320/IMG_0762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549795154795262418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of the campers received an award at the end of the week.  Jonah's was the "Got Milk" award, and as they explained it....just like everyone needs milk every day, everyone needs a dose of Jonah every day.    ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bridget (aka Snow White) was quite excited to pick Jonah up at the end of the week.  Even though he was home in the evenings, he didn't have much energy left to play; and Bridget really missed having him as a playmate!  She even offered to carry his bag out for him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TQTVTcovSwI/AAAAAAAADMo/obe92SIBYik/s1600/IMG_0765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TQTVTcovSwI/AAAAAAAADMo/obe92SIBYik/s320/IMG_0765.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549795170908588802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so glad that our kids have an opportunity to go to &lt;a href="http://www.skyranch.org"&gt;Sky Ranch&lt;/a&gt; summer camp!  They are making memories that will last them a lifetime, but they are also learning more about the Lord and His plan for their lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year Jonah will be old enough for overnight camp and he can't wait!  I'm hopeful that he and Henry will get to be in the same cabin...what a great experience for them!&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/29948996-5307360898724672199?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/5307360898724672199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=5307360898724672199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/5307360898724672199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/5307360898724672199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2010/08/jonah-at-day-camp.html' title='Jonah at Day Camp'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TQTVSeFM3_I/AAAAAAAADMQ/-HUwCwKxOlU/s72-c/IMG_0744.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-7485179923316724882</id><published>2010-08-11T07:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T08:09:11.266-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new house'/><title type='text'>Flower Beds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sam's latest home improvement project was the flower beds in front of our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ever since we moved in I have fought a losing battle to make these 'pretty'.  Between the dogs and the kids (and even the adults around here!) someone was always walking THROUGH the flower beds, riding a bike across them, kicking up bark or DIGGING holes in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twice I replanted the areas with beautiful perennials, but the flowers really didn't stand a chance.  It was just too easy and convenient to walk on through there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the left side of the sidewalk, we ripped everything out and replanted the two things that still showed signs of life elsewhere.  Sam redid the landscape fabric and ground cover and planted two nice, hardy bushes flowering bushes.  He left lots of space in between them, so if people STILL feel the need to walk through there, they won't trample the flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGKdc-Un8rI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/Q4iSxgLdnzE/s1600/IMG_0720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGKdc-Un8rI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/Q4iSxgLdnzE/s320/IMG_0720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504134815691567794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the other side (which was really the disaster area), Sam poured concrete and filled in all but three little squares.  In those squares, he placed whiskey barrels and surrounded them with bark.  He let me pick out flowers to fill them and they turned out beautifully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGKdcdVpxGI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/U6aeQExZDZE/s1600/IMG_0718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGKdcdVpxGI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/U6aeQExZDZE/s320/IMG_0718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504134806837511266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam ran a drip system to all of them so that I don't have to try and remember to water them, since I'm not very good at that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGKdbhJ3-nI/AAAAAAAAC7A/VKxwABuljLU/s1600/IMG_0715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGKdbhJ3-nI/AAAAAAAAC7A/VKxwABuljLU/s320/IMG_0715.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504134790681983602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's taken a few years, but we finally have COLOR in front of our house.  Sam also put up hanging baskets on both sides of the porch (with a drip watering them too, of course) to add a little more beauty.  I think he did an amazing job of prettying up our front porch!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGKdcHe3O5I/AAAAAAAAC7I/tvwgeHOP09o/s1600/IMG_0725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGKdcHe3O5I/AAAAAAAAC7I/tvwgeHOP09o/s320/IMG_0725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504134800970562450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks, Sam!  You always have the BEST ideas.  :)&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/29948996-7485179923316724882?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/7485179923316724882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=7485179923316724882' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/7485179923316724882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/7485179923316724882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2010/08/flower-beds.html' title='Flower Beds'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TGKdc-Un8rI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/Q4iSxgLdnzE/s72-c/IMG_0720.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-2188731422920424293</id><published>2010-08-03T09:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T10:00:30.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a story of two brothers, Chad and Ryan.  Raised in a Christian home, as adults they both truly lived out their faith in Jesus Christ.  Each was married with a wonderful wife and sweet little children (Chad-two kids, Ryan-three).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad suffered from liver disease and was lately in the final stages of the disease.  Ryan was his perfectly healthy younger brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chad was placed on the list for organ donation and Ryan selflessly offered part of his own liver to save his brother's life.&lt;br /&gt;Surgeries were scheduled for the morning of July 29.  Chad's diseased liver was to be removed completely.  60% of Ryan's liver was to be removed from him and given to his brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the evening of July 28th, the families gathered together at Chad's house to pray, laugh and share communion together.  The next morning they headed in to the hospital early to get started. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All went seemingly well with the surgeries.&lt;br /&gt;Chad's body immediately accepted his brother's liver and started the healing process.  Color came back into Chad's face and by the next day he was already up and walking around the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan's body was weary after the surgery.  He was in pain (which was considered normal, given the surgery he had just undergone) and had trouble sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime during the night of July 31, Ryan went "code blue" and had to be resuscitated.  He spent the next days on life support while doctors tried to determine if he still exhibited any brain activity and the family rallied around and called for prayer support.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan was removed from life-support on the evening of August 2, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 15:13 says, "Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know that I've ever seen a more clear example of this passage (with the exception of Jesus himself) lived out on Earth.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is a picture of Ryan.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TFgqCLyPj1I/AAAAAAAAC64/XxW7cGYPwaM/s1600/40172_1502655960052_1043814218_31456854_4266091_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TFgqCLyPj1I/AAAAAAAAC64/XxW7cGYPwaM/s320/40172_1502655960052_1043814218_31456854_4266091_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501193161844690770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chad is a good friend of ours.  He held Sam up during a particularly difficult time in his life and spent time at our house while doing some contract work here in Texas.  He is very dear to our family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you join us in prayer for Chad and his family?  He has just lost his brother in a most tragic way, and yet still must find the courage to continue healing and LIVING.  Please pray for Ryan's wife Shannon and their three kids as they navigate a life drastically changed by Ryan's sacrificial gift to his brother.  Also their parents, siblings, and other family members who are all dealing with the loss of a loved one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is Chad with our son Jonah.)  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TFgkhWTWVYI/AAAAAAAAC6w/GUbqTFRRz1A/s1600/IMG_6365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TFgkhWTWVYI/AAAAAAAAC6w/GUbqTFRRz1A/s320/IMG_6365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501187100174079362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/lisahasz/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chad asked the following to be posted on the &lt;a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/ryanandchadarnold/journal"&gt;caring bridge website&lt;/a&gt; after the surgery:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/lisahasz/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-1.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: helvetica; font-style: italic;"&gt;God made my life complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: helvetica; font-style: italic;"&gt;when I placed all the pieces before Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: helvetica; font-style: italic;"&gt;When I got my act together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: helvetica; font-style: italic;"&gt;He gave me a fresh start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: helvetica; font-style: italic;"&gt;Now I'm alert to God's ways; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: helvetica; font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't take God for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: helvetica; font-style: italic;"&gt;Every day I review the ways He works;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: helvetica; font-style: italic;"&gt;I try not to miss a trick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: helvetica; font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel put back together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: helvetica; font-style: italic;"&gt;and I'm watching my step.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: helvetica; font-style: italic;"&gt;God rewrote the text of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: helvetica; font-style: italic;"&gt;when I opened the book of my heart to His eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: helvetica; font-style: italic;"&gt;- Psam 118&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, MSG&lt;/span&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/29948996-2188731422920424293?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/2188731422920424293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=2188731422920424293' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/2188731422920424293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/2188731422920424293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2010/08/greater-love-has-no-one-than-this-that.html' title='Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends.'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TFgqCLyPj1I/AAAAAAAAC64/XxW7cGYPwaM/s72-c/40172_1502655960052_1043814218_31456854_4266091_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-5883394660068623970</id><published>2010-07-31T06:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T07:10:26.532-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridget'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Bridget's third birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't believe my baby is three years old already.  Seems like maybe she could be turning two today, maybe...but not THREE!    :)   I'm once again amazed at how quickly time can fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TFQMYVb49rI/AAAAAAAAC6I/n0cmAiBunCg/s1600/IMG_0505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TFQMYVb49rI/AAAAAAAAC6I/n0cmAiBunCg/s320/IMG_0505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500034657136735922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridget's favorite things this year would probably include:  Swimming, swimming and swimming.  This girl is a FISH (which is ironic to me since that was Henry's nickname for her before she was born).  She already swims quite well without any flotation devices.  I usually will let her swim a while until she starts to tire and then make her put on her arm floaties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TFQMZbw1kII/AAAAAAAAC6Y/q1fVB5I4dFw/s1600/IMG_0344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TFQMZbw1kII/AAAAAAAAC6Y/q1fVB5I4dFw/s320/IMG_0344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500034676015075458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a sweet little girl who loves her daddy.  Most who know her would think of Bridget as a mama's girl, but she LOVES her daddy.  She cares more about what he thinks than anyone and she is always seeking to please him.  Lucky for her, that isn't hard to do as he adores his daughter!  They have a precious relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TFQMaK6JVaI/AAAAAAAAC6o/PppyvNJ9Z2Q/s1600/IMG_0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TFQMaK6JVaI/AAAAAAAAC6o/PppyvNJ9Z2Q/s320/IMG_0187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500034688670586274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bridget doesn't (and has never) liked loud noises.  She wasn't a fan of the fireworks on the Fourth of July because they were just too noisy.  In the picture above, Sam had just lit a campfire and the wood was popping and snapping...it was clearly too loud for Boo but she didn't want to miss out on a chance to sit by the fire!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TFQMY1m5N_I/AAAAAAAAC6Q/Yb0DRsRG8X4/s1600/IMG_0419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TFQMY1m5N_I/AAAAAAAAC6Q/Yb0DRsRG8X4/s320/IMG_0419.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500034665772824562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A little girl at church does a great impersonation of Bridget...she pops her thumb in her mouth and grabs a stuffed animal to hold to her chin...it's hilarious!  So apparently even other 2-3 year olds understand Bridget's thumb/Rufus addiction.  This is Bridget's tired face.  She's doing somewhat better about not sucking her thumb but we haven't pushed it too hard.  (And all you moms who would love to warn me about how bad it might be for her teeth...I know!  Her dentist is well aware of her habit and isn't too concerned about it yet.)  I love that it brings her comfort, and it's always a sign for us that Bridget is either tired or uncomfortable with a situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TFQMZxUxzqI/AAAAAAAAC6g/IobpsgueJqg/s1600/IMG_0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TFQMZxUxzqI/AAAAAAAAC6g/IobpsgueJqg/s320/IMG_0212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500034681802968738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of Bridget's favorite people in the world is her Grandpop.  She always has a smile and hug for him, no matter what else might be going on.  I have loved watching their relationship develop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridget is not a fan of crowds or groups of people that she doesn't know.  She is the most out-going, cheerful, happy child until she is placed in an uncomfortable situation.  Then she turns shy and doesn't have much to say.  Often when given enough time she warms up in these situations, but it has to be on her terms...she'll warm up when she is ready.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridget is such a joy in our lives!  Having a little girl is very different than having boys and I'm so grateful that God blessed us with a daughter.  I am forever changed by being a mom of a daughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things Bridget loves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;her brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Rufus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wearing skirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;pancakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;shoes (any and all shoes, but mostly flip-flops and sandals at the moment)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Mickey Mouse and Dora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;riding her bike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;George Bush (the cat who used to belong to Henry...Bridget claimed Nugget the dog as hers and asked Henry to trade with her.  So now GB is Bridget's.) &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;PINK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;taking pictures, but not having her own picture taken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;reading books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;baby dolls&lt;/span&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/29948996-5883394660068623970?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/5883394660068623970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=5883394660068623970' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/5883394660068623970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/5883394660068623970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2010/07/bridgets-third-birthday.html' title='Bridget&apos;s third birthday'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TFQMYVb49rI/AAAAAAAAC6I/n0cmAiBunCg/s72-c/IMG_0505.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-7453928062960838545</id><published>2010-07-28T08:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T09:35:59.956-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridget'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Bridget's first haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;22 days shy of her third birthday, Bridget finally had her very first haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been tempted to cut it before, but in the past Sam has said no.  He wasn't ready for her to look 'older' or grown up or anything.  His baby didn't need a haircut.Only she did need a haircut.  After her shower one night, as I was combing out the tangles and trying to get Boo to sit still, I asked her if she wanted a haircut.  She asked, "A short cut?"  I said, "No but let's just trim it up a bit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridget was very excited!  I set her booster chair up on the kitchen table so she was just the right height.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TFA-J-e-nhI/AAAAAAAAC5w/xrAEKzckthE/s1600/IMG_1977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TFA-J-e-nhI/AAAAAAAAC5w/xrAEKzckthE/s320/IMG_1977.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498963486132051474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to take 'before' pictures, of course!  When Bridget's hair is dry it is pretty curly, so I was a little nervous that I might be snipping off her only curls.  (Luckily enough, her hair is still adorably curly/wavy even after her haircut.)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TFA-KGCWNUI/AAAAAAAAC54/G441ezOuGdI/s1600/IMG_1979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TFA-KGCWNUI/AAAAAAAAC54/G441ezOuGdI/s320/IMG_1979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498963488159446338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hair was uneven in the back and had driven me crazy for quite some time.  Nobody else ever noticed it (because of her crazy curls) but I am the one who always combed out her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't tell Sam.  Just waited for him to notice when he got home.  He actually didn't notice right away, he just kept telling Bridget how pretty she looked with her hair combed out.  She always has a pretty good case of crazy hair, so people always notice when it's brushed properly.  :)  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TFA-KikE92I/AAAAAAAAC6A/ZcNaOQ_YITE/s1600/IMG_1984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TFA-KikE92I/AAAAAAAAC6A/ZcNaOQ_YITE/s320/IMG_1984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498963495817115490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saved a perfect little coil of hair in a ziploc bag and labeled it "Bridget's first haircut", so after a few minutes when Sam didn't say anything about the haircut, I pulled it out and showed him.  He was pleasantly surprised!  I wasn't sure he would approve, but he thinks it looks adorable and totally supported my decision.  Good thing, because it was too late to go back at that point!  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TFA8ZeqXsII/AAAAAAAAC5o/ZIh7iUF16Ko/s1600/IMG_1982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TFA8ZeqXsII/AAAAAAAAC5o/ZIh7iUF16Ko/s320/IMG_1982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498961553444548738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take a picture of it after it dried, but it is just the cutest hair style on our little Boo.  She's getting so big!  And now it's only three days until she turns three years old.  Where has the time gone???  My precious little daughter-my joyful gift from God (who knew how blessed I would be by a little girl in our family) is growing up!&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/29948996-7453928062960838545?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/7453928062960838545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=7453928062960838545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/7453928062960838545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/7453928062960838545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2010/07/bridgets-first-haircut.html' title='Bridget&apos;s first haircut'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TFA-J-e-nhI/AAAAAAAAC5w/xrAEKzckthE/s72-c/IMG_1977.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-746377536989088727</id><published>2010-07-12T08:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T09:10:13.252-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridget'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><title type='text'>A week without Henry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was wild around here without Henry last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;One nice thing about it was that it gave me some precious time with Jonah and Bridget.  They missed their big brother but also stepped into new roles while he was gone.  Jonah enjoyed the 'social director' position that Henry usually takes over.  Bridget was willing to follow along with most anything Jonah wanted to do, but Jonah was also willing to spend copious amounts of time playing dolls/dishes/dress-up with his sister.  He's sweet like that.  Plus he likes wearing the high heels.  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;We kicked off the week with fireworks on the Fourth.  We went up to Sky Ranch; even though we had to watch from a different area from the campers, we got to see the same show.  It was incredible!  They did such an excellent job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;We saw friends there, like Jonah's favorite person in the world-Joe Bellinger:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TDscMlABV2I/AAAAAAAAC4Y/xsqI0t_xiUA/s320/IMG_0031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493015172924659554" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bridget was SO very excited to see the fireworks, but when they finally started she was very scared.  She liked the way the look up in the sky; however, she was just terrified of the sounds.  So she spent the evening like this (even though it was 80 degrees out):  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TDscMfuLKOI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/Zla4Lg9fico/s320/IMG_0045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493015171507628258" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before the fireworks, the kids and I headed out to the lake to swim a bit.  Then Dave and Mary Beth joined us for the show:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TDscL9L2YjI/AAAAAAAAC4I/Ns3yVVmL7-o/s320/IMG_0029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493015162236854834" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We bought some small fireworks for the kids to see at home, and Bridget felt a little more brave about the whole thing.  She still isn't a fan of the noises but discovered that if she just plugs her ears it isn't &lt;i&gt;quite&lt;/i&gt; so bad.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TDscM-uGeFI/AAAAAAAAC4g/JPMy4vQILxg/s320/IMG_0050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493015179828820050" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The kids and I went to a dollar movie while Henry was gone too.  We very rarely see movies in the theater, so it was a pretty big treat!  We watched "Ice Age 2: The Meltdown" which, even though we've seen all the other Ice Age movies, we somehow hadn't seen before.  It was very fun!  The theater even offers one dollar popcorn and drinks, so we had the full experience.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TDsc93-pwaI/AAAAAAAAC44/hd1vkR-U1rI/s320/IMG_0057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493016019832783266" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the movie I treated the kids to ice cream.  We love Braum's, but it's all the way on the other side of town so we don't go often.  Both Jonah and Bridget chose Cherry Lime-ade ice cream (which sounded very odd to me but was really refreshing!) and they enjoyed every last bite of it.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TDsc9dkRPbI/AAAAAAAAC4w/z81oYCtn7IM/s320/IMG_0054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493016012742802866" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also last week, Sam and I watched the mileage in our car turn over from 999,999 miles...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TDsc-TkVy_I/AAAAAAAAC5A/m0-tCudql0c/s320/IMG_0069.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493016027238616050" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...to 100,000 miles!  It was a fun milestone for our van.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TDsc-0WL08I/AAAAAAAAC5I/mI9bS7QUYIA/s320/IMG_0072.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493016036037612482" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jonah and Bridget enjoyed a few bubble baths together while Henry was gone also.  It's a little crowded in the tub with three kids now, so they don't often get bubble baths together anymore.  I think I had forgotten how much they enjoy them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TDscNc2TSEI/AAAAAAAAC4o/tZSyS2cNUDE/s320/IMG_0053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493015187916277826" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We also attended a story time summer reading event at our local library one day, and another day we headed into Dallas with Mary Beth to get some shopping done.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a fun week and we tried to stay busy so we wouldn't notice how much we missed Henry.  :)  It's amazing how one child can change the dynamics of a family so much.  Even the way that Jonah and Bridget interact was very different while Henry was gone.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He left a hole in our lives while he was away at camp, but he's back home now.  It's so good to have our family all together again!  :)  This week really gave me a new perspective on parenting.  I've always known that I am raising my children for the purpose of sending them out into the world, but I had a lot of time to reflect on that this week while Henry was away.  It's given me a renewed vision for how I want our parenting to look and which things I really want to focus on during these younger years.  Thank you Lord for my kids!  May they always strive to know YOU and make YOU known.  :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29948996-746377536989088727?l=elmerandcricket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/feeds/746377536989088727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29948996&amp;postID=746377536989088727' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/746377536989088727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29948996/posts/default/746377536989088727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elmerandcricket.blogspot.com/2010/07/week-without-henry.html' title='A week without Henry'/><author><name>Lisa H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04380727868222192526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/SRMSe0ISEbI/AAAAAAAAB-U/o66pvJFz4fo/S220/IMG_4909.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TDscMlABV2I/AAAAAAAAC4Y/xsqI0t_xiUA/s72-c/IMG_0031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29948996.post-7346236992688457738</id><published>2010-07-11T12:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T13:22:06.365-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry'/><title type='text'>End of Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were so glad to see our boy yesterday!!!  I could hardly sleep on Friday night as I was so excited to go and pick him up from camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grammy and Grandpop (Sam's parents) came along to see Henry and watch the closing show.  They arrived at camp at the same time we did, so we got to catch a ride on the people mover together.  Have I mentioned how blessed we are to have family living so close?  It's wonderful!  We love having them here to share in the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;big&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;small&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; events of our everyday lives.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TDoFxGvnt5I/AAAAAAAAC3g/kJ7yf5FuY7s/s320/IMG_0073.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492709036713818002" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sam left his post (he works Saturday mornings through the summer, helping to keep camp running smoothly during camper departure) and came along to enjoy the closing show.  He saw us drive by so he pulled in along behind us.  :)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TDoFxqxMcvI/AAAAAAAAC3o/6MFTsrNh-hc/s320/IMG_0074.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492709046384095986" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jonah and Bridget were very excited to see Sam, but they were both very anxious to see their big brother.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TDoFyJ_HeII/AAAAAAAAC3w/-_PWTFLzmSY/s320/IMG_0075.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492709054763989122" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Henry had an amazing group of counsellors.  His senior counsellor was Josh, an amazing guy with lots of energy and love for these little guys.  Henry was very sad to have to say goodbye to them all, but he felt better knowing that we are still able to visit Sky Ranch and see them throughout the rest of the summer.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TDoFygH7O5I/AAAAAAAAC4A/WmiGeba2V-c/s320/IMG_0094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492709060706515858" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He had a more difficult time accepting the fact that he wouldn't be seeing his new friends every day anymore.  We tried to snap a family picture after meeting up with Henry, but he was upset about having to leave his friends.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJkWIti3xkA/TDoFyT04R9I/AAAAAAAAC34/eqh6Q7UlKdQ/s320/IMG_0088.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492709057405405138" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The closing show was great.  The theme for this year's camp is "Be-volution:  Form the Swarm" and everyone up on stage was dressed as a bee.  Very cute, lots of energy, and tons of fun.  The campers participated by reci
