<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147655215037770456</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 03:44:41 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>The Happenin's</title><description></description><link>http://thehappenins.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Mandi!)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>313</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147655215037770456.post-8207856870737649057</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Dec 2009 20:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-21T13:18:23.354-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>j</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>z</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>home</category><title>four for ya :)</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Sy_gmYVztaI/AAAAAAAACOM/9IJQKsxU1y0/s1600-h/101_1287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417795826723567010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Sy_gmYVztaI/AAAAAAAACOM/9IJQKsxU1y0/s400/101_1287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(1) His shirt says "I want a pony!"... and believe me, we're trying! Not for the pony, mind you, but for the chance for our boys to grow up on a "farm"- a yard, country feel, chickens, fruit trees, vegetable garden, dog, cat- whatever we want :) We've hit a few bumps in our escrow with the 'home on the range' so we're not 100% sure we'll be getting it- stayed tuned for more updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Sy_glxCM8rI/AAAAAAAACOE/sdQoyKC09Sg/s1600-h/101_1285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417795816172352178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Sy_glxCM8rI/AAAAAAAACOE/sdQoyKC09Sg/s400/101_1285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (2) I've been letting Zeke pick out his own clothes in the mornings and so far he's always matched wonderfully. Until today. I think he got sidetracked with the softness of the pajama bottoms &amp;amp; couldn't resist :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417795835535841554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Sy_gm5K0WRI/AAAAAAAACOU/mIiteKVuiR0/s400/101_1289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;(3) My phone (on the left) just wouldn't cooperate for me anymore so it was time for an "upgrade" so last night I sorrowfully switched to the one on the right. Bye bye favorite phone, hello working phone (that's what's important, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417795844666233474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Sy_gnbLrEoI/AAAAAAAACOc/CCcKSBdo-ik/s400/101_1290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;(4) This is the scene Zeke sees everytime he enters the bathroom- a jar full of m&amp;amp;m's just calling his name. And they'd be his if he'd just work up the nerve to sit on the potty. He did pretty good last Friday morning but then decided diapers were so much easier. And he's right. But my desire to add a little more drama to my life is so big! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147655215037770456-8207856870737649057?l=thehappenins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thehappenins.blogspot.com/2009/12/four-for-ya.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandi!)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Sy_gmYVztaI/AAAAAAAACOM/9IJQKsxU1y0/s72-c/101_1287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147655215037770456.post-5683250374620453468</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2009 04:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-19T20:58:08.255-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>z</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>c</category><title>runs in the family</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zeke loves to bake. One mention of it &amp;amp; he climbs up to the counter waiting for the instructions. We had ripe bananas so we tried a new recipe: &lt;a href="http://www.bettycrocker.com/recipes.aspx/banana-cinnamon-bundt-cake/2ab34096-ca70-4401-8099-b0b64ff18f29"&gt;banana cinnamon bundt cake &lt;/a&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(quite the show of muscles, yes?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417173756936804658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Sy2q1JzJWTI/AAAAAAAACNs/ap4tOv0S_aY/s400/101_1266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417173764879688658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Sy2q1nY4I9I/AAAAAAAACN0/tvYPeThmyac/s400/101_1270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then every Saturday's supper I am relieved of cooking duty as Char fires up the grill &amp;amp; blesses us with his talent :) Tonight he bbq'd a wonderfully tasty melt-in-your-mouth pork shoulder with North Carolina sauce. Mmmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417173768819502194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Sy2q12EM7HI/AAAAAAAACN8/JKJrxNTOpBw/s400/101_1280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'd say the cooking talent runs in the family :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147655215037770456-5683250374620453468?l=thehappenins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thehappenins.blogspot.com/2009/12/runs-in-family.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandi!)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Sy2q1JzJWTI/AAAAAAAACNs/ap4tOv0S_aY/s72-c/101_1266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147655215037770456.post-3483577782936340191</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 21:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-19T09:21:19.566-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>j</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>weather</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>z</category><title>december randomness</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every once in a while something will take place &amp;amp; I'll fall behind on postings of our happenings- our internet was down last week and that's my excuse this time :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm posting this picture not because it's the greatest, but because it symbolizes a phenomenal break-through: the boys are playing. together. with trucks. wow! Up until last week, the tupperware drawer &amp;amp; the food pantry &amp;amp; fighting was the favorite thing to do. And all of a sudden, &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; happened. This is a dream come true &amp;amp; you won't find me complaining one bit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Syv1kFDvseI/AAAAAAAACNk/qz1CjGgn_9s/s1600-h/101_1155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416692977025135074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Syv1kFDvseI/AAAAAAAACNk/qz1CjGgn_9s/s400/101_1155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When it rained the first day, all day, I looked outside &amp;amp; considered how fun it would've been for the kids to have their 'weeee' (pool w/ slide) in the house to play on. Then it dried up outside for a few days &amp;amp; as the clouds rolled in for another pour, I ran out &amp;amp; rolled it in. I was right- all three guys loved it :) And for a crazy video of them jumping in, click &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/mandileepettit?v=app_2392950137&amp;amp;ref=name#/video/video.php?v=201602533610"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Syv1jiFiwpI/AAAAAAAACNc/KroBYb9_r6A/s1600-h/101_1247_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416692967637435026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Syv1jiFiwpI/AAAAAAAACNc/KroBYb9_r6A/s400/101_1247_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeremiah= king of the cheesy grins :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Syv1jNcJxZI/AAAAAAAACNU/Ea0IrJMXUJY/s1600-h/101_1231_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416692962095121810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Syv1jNcJxZI/AAAAAAAACNU/Ea0IrJMXUJY/s400/101_1231_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Christmas we look forward to bell ringing for the Salvation Army. Isn't he just the cutest little candy cane giver-outer ever??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Syv1i1bYkxI/AAAAAAAACNM/HgdtaskC-Hk/s1600-h/101_1222_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416692955649446674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Syv1i1bYkxI/AAAAAAAACNM/HgdtaskC-Hk/s400/101_1222_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining &amp;amp; slightly chilly but we had a fun time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Syvz5o08xpI/AAAAAAAACNE/x3kn9RKUJoo/s1600-h/101_1221_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416691148380751506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Syvz5o08xpI/AAAAAAAACNE/x3kn9RKUJoo/s400/101_1221_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week Zeke spent some one-on-one time with Grandma while I had some 1-on-1 with Jeremiah. We enjoyed shopping for his stocking &amp;amp; he was so excited to find this black puppy, he held it tight all through the store :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Syvz5E9JyuI/AAAAAAAACM8/rrNTaekCz4A/s1600-h/101_1250_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416691138751482594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Syvz5E9JyuI/AAAAAAAACM8/rrNTaekCz4A/s400/101_1250_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having issues with Zeke &amp;amp; marking things... the wall, his bed, his body... any ideas how to fix this problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Syvz49S9F7I/AAAAAAAACM0/aGLL2P679gM/s1600-h/101_1256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416691136695441330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Syvz49S9F7I/AAAAAAAACM0/aGLL2P679gM/s400/101_1256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, there's not much funner than walking the turtle (with Zeke) and the frog (with Jeremiah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Syvz4fmVA3I/AAAAAAAACMs/aX99S92oPRc/s1600-h/101_1260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416691128723637106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Syvz4fmVA3I/AAAAAAAACMs/aX99S92oPRc/s400/101_1260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Syvz3zultrI/AAAAAAAACMk/ji-6eBQUEr0/s1600-h/101_1259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416691116947125938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Syvz3zultrI/AAAAAAAACMk/ji-6eBQUEr0/s400/101_1259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love ya guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147655215037770456-3483577782936340191?l=thehappenins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thehappenins.blogspot.com/2009/12/december-randomness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandi!)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Syv1kFDvseI/AAAAAAAACNk/qz1CjGgn_9s/s72-c/101_1155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147655215037770456.post-8439332684888048726</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Dec 2009 23:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-18T12:59:35.187-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>z</category><title>cooking with Zeke</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How to make Christmas Cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: cookie dough cutouts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(he used tupperware since they were easier to push down on)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Sygb_xfGx-I/AAAAAAAACME/pDeMPdJsqpU/s1600-h/101_1168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415609334342535138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Sygb_xfGx-I/AAAAAAAACME/pDeMPdJsqpU/s400/101_1168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Step 2: frost first layer&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415609344329303682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SygcAWsIxoI/AAAAAAAACMM/cvJKtgRsv6s/s400/101_1174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3rd step: add second color&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415609352321481986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SygcA0dnvQI/AAAAAAAACMU/Ohr7S0omMng/s400/101_1176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;4th step: lick spoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415609359865795906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SygcBQkU1UI/AAAAAAAACMc/7cW7dHzAnMI/s400/101_1178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147655215037770456-8439332684888048726?l=thehappenins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thehappenins.blogspot.com/2009/12/cooking-show-with-zeke.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandi!)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Sygb_xfGx-I/AAAAAAAACME/pDeMPdJsqpU/s72-c/101_1168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147655215037770456.post-6701702421419409376</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Dec 2009 22:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-15T15:08:25.357-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>j</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>m</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>z</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>c</category><title>of us =]</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://joyoutloud.typepad.com/joy_out_loud/"&gt;A friend of mine&lt;/a&gt; is a photographer here in Santa Maria &amp;amp; we had the priviledge of getting our first ever professional pictures taken =] Here are just a few... my favorite isn't among them because I've chosen it for this year's Christmas cards &amp;amp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so you'll just have to wait =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SygTFabvsoI/AAAAAAAACL8/1NtMh6BokkE/s1600-h/pettit-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415599535628989058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SygTFabvsoI/AAAAAAAACL8/1NtMh6BokkE/s400/pettit-21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SygTFJfMvZI/AAAAAAAACL0/Elb8dp6QvmE/s1600-h/pettit-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415599531080072594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SygTFJfMvZI/AAAAAAAACL0/Elb8dp6QvmE/s400/pettit-11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SygTEn7kmKI/AAAAAAAACLs/2JLvMP6dOEk/s1600-h/pettit-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415599522072271010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SygTEn7kmKI/AAAAAAAACLs/2JLvMP6dOEk/s400/pettit-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SygTEAyKxWI/AAAAAAAACLk/-UgG74xN6pI/s1600-h/pettit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415599511563847010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SygTEAyKxWI/AAAAAAAACLk/-UgG74xN6pI/s400/pettit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SygTDqeXx-I/AAAAAAAACLc/DFxdn1vEAcs/s1600-h/pettit-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415599505575233506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SygTDqeXx-I/AAAAAAAACLc/DFxdn1vEAcs/s400/pettit-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Amber!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147655215037770456-6701702421419409376?l=thehappenins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thehappenins.blogspot.com/2009/12/of-us.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandi!)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SygTFabvsoI/AAAAAAAACL8/1NtMh6BokkE/s72-c/pettit-21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147655215037770456.post-8342854441142560862</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Dec 2009 21:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-05T13:19:55.412-08:00</atom:updated><title>we decided it was time for the third</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We went back and forth. Should we or shouldn't we? Now or later? Hemming and hawing until last night we said Enough Already! Let's just do it and get it done! So this morning we opened our garage and pulled out all of our non-keepers and held our third yard sale of 2009 =] I was really apprehensive considering we're in the time of year of chaos &amp;amp; christmas presents- would anyone even come? Turns out our neighbors decided to have one, too &amp;amp; both of us did very well- sold probably 90% of what we put out =] In fact, a few hours into it we were starting to look bare already so we ran around looking for more possible subjects... and those sold, too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SxrMyxttd7I/AAAAAAAACLU/nB9wa-GzNG0/s1600-h/101_1153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411863074949658546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SxrMyxttd7I/AAAAAAAACLU/nB9wa-GzNG0/s400/101_1153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;towards the end of our sale... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/1147655215037770456-8342854441142560862?l=thehappenins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thehappenins.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-decided-it-was-time-for-third.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandi!)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SxrMyxttd7I/AAAAAAAACLU/nB9wa-GzNG0/s72-c/101_1153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147655215037770456.post-9141743948354996308</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Dec 2009 22:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-03T16:39:00.134-08:00</atom:updated><title>an amazing God!</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the little things, ya know? Like my boys always having clothes to wear. Char n I have only bought the boys' pajamas- friends have taken care of the rest. Here's Bubba in his 'new' vest, super cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Sxg7u8ALAJI/AAAAAAAACLM/yLiraWUr9ds/s1600-h/101_1128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411140629852520594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Sxg7u8ALAJI/AAAAAAAACLM/yLiraWUr9ds/s400/101_1128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And, of course, Zeke had to wear it the next day =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Sxg7uKa5o9I/AAAAAAAACLE/HcGVIylGfGU/s1600-h/101_1131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411140616542856146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Sxg7uKa5o9I/AAAAAAAACLE/HcGVIylGfGU/s400/101_1131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And then the fact that I was just telling God how much I missed my turtle Thomas. I'd had him since I was 20 &amp;amp; he ran away 6 months ago &amp;amp; I was having issues moving away without him &amp;amp; seriously. I was just telling God this last weekend. And then &lt;em&gt;the same friend&lt;/em&gt; that blessed us with the vest stops by with a turtle in a box. A friend that lives 1 mile away. On the other side of a &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; busy road. &lt;a href="http://joyoutloud.typepad.com/joy_out_loud/2009/12/stray-for-a-day.html"&gt;She had found him &lt;/a&gt;walking along the sidewalk &amp;amp; decided she wasn't set up for a turtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Sxg7tom6ErI/AAAAAAAACK8/4zOSvgYUMvE/s1600-h/101_1132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411140607466410674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Sxg7tom6ErI/AAAAAAAACK8/4zOSvgYUMvE/s400/101_1132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can you believe this is Thomas??? This turtle has his markings. He has his personality. He knew exactly where to escape (went straight to the weak spot &amp;amp; climbed out in no more than 5 minutes after arriving) &amp;amp; from the get-go responded to my voice. So we have officially renamed 'Cracker' (sorry Caleb!) to Thomas. Welcome back, Thomas! And thank you, Amber! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not to mention we've opened escrow on an &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#/album.php?aid=127146&amp;amp;id=679813610"&gt;incredible property&lt;/a&gt;- it's all the things we had not dared to dream of =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the week isn't even done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am just in awe of my amazing God =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xkw3a4raWfg&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xkw3a4raWfg&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/1147655215037770456-9141743948354996308?l=thehappenins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thehappenins.blogspot.com/2009/12/amazing-god.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandi!)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Sxg7u8ALAJI/AAAAAAAACLM/yLiraWUr9ds/s72-c/101_1128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147655215037770456.post-2734652792839602196</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Dec 2009 20:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-03T13:21:54.506-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>garden</category><title>the keepers</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SxgmBNw2pqI/AAAAAAAACK0/08nDRuxi1mQ/s1600-h/101_1145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411116754601944738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SxgmBNw2pqI/AAAAAAAACK0/08nDRuxi1mQ/s400/101_1145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After over 3 years of renting our current home, I'm faced with what lovely flowers to dig up &amp;amp; take with us and what ones probably won't transfer so well since they've been here so long. Not an easy task considering I have a thought or memory connected to each of my plants. So far, these ones have made the cut =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/1147655215037770456-2734652792839602196?l=thehappenins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thehappenins.blogspot.com/2009/12/keepers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandi!)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SxgmBNw2pqI/AAAAAAAACK0/08nDRuxi1mQ/s72-c/101_1145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147655215037770456.post-481696447613928310</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 20:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-30T12:24:23.656-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>z</category><title>I can get it, Mom!</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SxQpZwhg6kI/AAAAAAAACKs/IvbQCoPiK8k/s1600/101_1119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409994574877747778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SxQpZwhg6kI/AAAAAAAACKs/IvbQCoPiK8k/s400/101_1119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zeke is determined to figure out the screen door from outside. And he was sure if he stood on the ledge he could get it. And he almost did =]&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/1147655215037770456-481696447613928310?l=thehappenins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thehappenins.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-can-get-it-mom.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandi!)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SxQpZwhg6kI/AAAAAAAACKs/IvbQCoPiK8k/s72-c/101_1119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147655215037770456.post-1535611211481848598</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 20:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-30T12:19:13.189-08:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>j</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>weather</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>z</category><title>"the loot"</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SxQnU45HGWI/AAAAAAAACKk/HsARneddu80/s1600/101_1117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409992292201601378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SxQnU45HGWI/AAAAAAAACKk/HsARneddu80/s400/101_1117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was such a beautiful warm sunny day we just &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; to go for a walk... which for Zeke &amp;amp; Jeremiah that means getting loot... the sort-of pinecone thingys that are on parts of our sidewalks. Here's a pic of the boys checking out the loot before throwing them back into the street. And, yes, the turtle enjoyed the walk, too =]&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/1147655215037770456-1535611211481848598?l=thehappenins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thehappenins.blogspot.com/2009/11/loot.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandi!)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SxQnU45HGWI/AAAAAAAACKk/HsARneddu80/s72-c/101_1117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147655215037770456.post-1575376980029958714</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2009 20:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-12T13:09:53.408-07:00</atom:updated><title>1, 2, 3's</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;one... newly washed car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391806497865079170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/StOLcVrkGYI/AAAAAAAACKc/V83dCnys96w/s400/101_0529.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;two... toilets waiting to be cleaned&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;three... loads of laundry yet to be washed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;four... people crammed into a 4Runner &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;five... days until my brother's wedding!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ready or not, we leave tomorrow!&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/1147655215037770456-1575376980029958714?l=thehappenins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thehappenins.blogspot.com/2009/10/1-2-3s.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandi!)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/StOLcVrkGYI/AAAAAAAACKc/V83dCnys96w/s72-c/101_0529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147655215037770456.post-1975857255648176338</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Oct 2009 23:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-08T16:50:31.535-07:00</atom:updated><title>gone!</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;we finally agreed it was time for Jeremiah's 1st haircut...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Ss56LpIO0dI/AAAAAAAACKU/P-OiBP4tMco/s1600-h/101_0496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390380144446591442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Ss56LpIO0dI/AAAAAAAACKU/P-OiBP4tMco/s400/101_0496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390380121581553090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Ss56KT8yBcI/AAAAAAAACKE/HOWaolfYV-Y/s400/101_0506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Ss56K4MYLfI/AAAAAAAACKM/QfLjFNq8VgE/s1600-h/101_0513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390380131310644722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Ss56K4MYLfI/AAAAAAAACKM/QfLjFNq8VgE/s400/101_0513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147655215037770456-1975857255648176338?l=thehappenins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thehappenins.blogspot.com/2009/10/gone.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandi!)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Ss56LpIO0dI/AAAAAAAACKU/P-OiBP4tMco/s72-c/101_0496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147655215037770456.post-4992433530102872544</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2009 05:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-28T22:16:02.480-07:00</atom:updated><title>lost</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;remote control: found in clothes washer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zeke's 'baby': found in garbage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Zeke's other 'baby': found in toilet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;toilet paper holder: found en route&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lid to pot: found in crock pot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;flip flop: found in garbage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;other flip flop: found with teeth punctures, opposite end of house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sippy cups &amp;amp; plasticware: still being found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;various tupperware: found in garden filled with dirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;toilet paper: found unrolled in living room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;remote control &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;: we would love to know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(obviously, Jeremiah's on the move!)&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/1147655215037770456-4992433530102872544?l=thehappenins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thehappenins.blogspot.com/2009/09/lost.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandi!)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147655215037770456.post-5170802550139855494</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2009 04:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-28T22:03:57.015-07:00</atom:updated><title>to my dad</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SsGUCSTrkKI/AAAAAAAACJ8/sHfLM2AQDes/s1600-h/100_3134_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386749396306858146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SsGUCSTrkKI/AAAAAAAACJ8/sHfLM2AQDes/s400/100_3134_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday to our fun, crazy, &amp;amp; lovable Dad/Grandpa! &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#/video/video.php?v=139958538610"&gt;Zeke enjoyed your card while signing it &amp;amp; sends a kiss your way too :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SsGRWG7pPoI/AAAAAAAACJ0/4867ZoPwigw/s1600-h/100_3134.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147655215037770456-5170802550139855494?l=thehappenins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thehappenins.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-my-dad.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandi!)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SsGUCSTrkKI/AAAAAAAACJ8/sHfLM2AQDes/s72-c/100_3134_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147655215037770456.post-7705312294108542322</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Sep 2009 15:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-26T08:51:07.231-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>z</category><title>day 2: Bob</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Sr4yiSElP_I/AAAAAAAACJs/Z-MgA7X0R2o/s1600-h/101_0298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385797768929689586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Sr4yiSElP_I/AAAAAAAACJs/Z-MgA7X0R2o/s400/101_0298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A friend of mine added a comment to the last post that I think is a super-good thought: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Someone once told me that in kids' time, only a few minutes makes a big difference. I have also been known to pray for Jehovah Shalom to overflow our house with His peace. Just remember, when the occasional "off" day comes, it can be just that--the "off" day instead of the norm." (Thanks, Tonya!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In our case, all of the above seems true =]. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When Zeke was getting exceptionally overbearing on Jeremiah yesterday, that is when I sat him up at the table &amp;amp; we made Bob the tomato. Even though it only took a few minutes, that individual time made all the difference to Zeke, Jeremiah, &amp;amp; our overall household =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And as always, God was faithful to remind me throughout the day to pray for His peace &amp;amp; He answered that prayer, blessing us with a good day at last =].&lt;br /&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/1147655215037770456-7705312294108542322?l=thehappenins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thehappenins.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-2-bob.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandi!)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Sr4yiSElP_I/AAAAAAAACJs/Z-MgA7X0R2o/s72-c/101_0298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147655215037770456.post-4666776394398994499</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Sep 2009 15:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-26T08:40:22.075-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>z</category><title>Larry to the rescue!</title><description>Hitting. Stealing of toys. Throwing. Pushing. Hiding of toys. Yelling. Bossiness. Jealousy... This has been the constant all day long happenings of our home the last two weeks. It has not been the peaceful place God desires for us to have. It's been a place of turmoil &amp;amp; anger &amp;amp; of Satan (if I can be so honest).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from the depths of despair, as Anne of Green Gables would put it (2 weeks is a long time, after all!), a few things will be changing around here (and may God grant me the energy &amp;amp; perseverance to carry it through):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer. My kiddos need constant prayer. As sons of servants of God, they'll be assaulted in every way. I have a renewed resolve to cover my kids with God's presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar. I have been checking out labels (novel idea, I know) and am appalled at how much sugar is in &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;... especially in so-called kids' food. We eliminated some of Zeke's intake on Wednesday &amp;amp; saw a drastic change. Poor kiddo couldn't handle the onslaught of fake energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And individual attention. Since Jeremiah kicked the bottle, he hasn't taken a morning nap- i.e.: he's up when Zeke's up &amp;amp; takes a nap when Zeke does &amp;amp; goes to bed about the same time, too. Which spelled trouble where Zeke was concerned. He no longer had the 2 hr "mom time" in the morning. So. This is where Larry comes into the picture. I found a &lt;a href="http://www.first-school.ws/INDEX.HTM"&gt;fun preschool website &lt;/a&gt;with free printable sheets (thanks Melinda for the idea!) which included Zeke's favorite characters: Bob the Tomato &amp;amp; Larry the Cucumber from Veggie Tales. And while Jeremiah was contentedly enjoying books all by himself (cause he's cool like that), Zeke &amp;amp; I sat at the table &amp;amp; learnt how to use "cut" (as he calls scissors), glue Larry together (yes, his mouth is covering his eye but that's where Zeke put it =] ) &amp;amp; overall enjoyed our little stolen moment of 'Pettit Preschool' =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385429754811506994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Srzj1Cpb4TI/AAAAAAAACJc/48-Bf36dzJE/s400/101_0291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Srzj1vO0MiI/AAAAAAAACJk/_KtSAQYMrOY/s1600-h/101_0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385429766779449890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Srzj1vO0MiI/AAAAAAAACJk/_KtSAQYMrOY/s400/101_0293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Srzj0lO8iHI/AAAAAAAACJU/ggXTfgaoJNE/s1600-h/101_0290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385429746915772530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Srzj0lO8iHI/AAAAAAAACJU/ggXTfgaoJNE/s400/101_0290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And so this posting has been put forth in faith that with the little things of change, my God will be faithful to touch this home &amp;amp; bring peace to it once more... filling us with His Spirit &amp;amp; the gifts that come with it: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Love, Joy, Peace, Patience, Kindness, Goodness, Gentleness, Faithfulness, &amp;amp; Self Control =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147655215037770456-4666776394398994499?l=thehappenins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thehappenins.blogspot.com/2009/09/larry-to-rescue.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandi!)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Srzj1Cpb4TI/AAAAAAAACJc/48-Bf36dzJE/s72-c/101_0291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147655215037770456.post-7452244799707469010</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Sep 2009 19:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-21T14:17:29.223-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>z</category><title>Ezekiel- month 28 :)</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ezekiel is my silly one; he's always doing something to make me laugh (like putting on my shoes &amp;amp; socks =] ).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SrfkCgw4VgI/AAAAAAAACJM/6-pJp0D7g3U/s1600-h/101_0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384022611350541826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SrfkCgw4VgI/AAAAAAAACJM/6-pJp0D7g3U/s400/101_0139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He received from his Auntie Tisha (&amp;amp; fam =] ) a neat little stamp/ink set on wheels which we've had a lot of fun with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SrfjIr1tDGI/AAAAAAAACJE/TEdJldiFuec/s1600-h/101_0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384021617891150946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SrfjIr1tDGI/AAAAAAAACJE/TEdJldiFuec/s400/101_0145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A little warning, though, if you ever plan on owning these: there's little chance of your little one &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;getting inked &amp;amp; I made the mistake of punishing Zeke for coloring on the counter, too, only to realize later that the ink went through the many layers of paper onto the counter... I still feel guilty over that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SrfjH_E1ERI/AAAAAAAACI8/THH9mpqZ7ZU/s1600-h/101_0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384021605874995474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SrfjH_E1ERI/AAAAAAAACI8/THH9mpqZ7ZU/s400/101_0148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zeke takes every opportunity he can get to help Papa fix the car (a.k.a change the oil)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SrfjHd3HRBI/AAAAAAAACI0/uzHq70jXiiA/s1600-h/101_0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384021596959097874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SrfjHd3HRBI/AAAAAAAACI0/uzHq70jXiiA/s400/101_0173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has upgraded to 'big boy sunglasses'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SrfjG05qJgI/AAAAAAAACIs/iIs31Hv0Y7c/s1600-h/101_0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384021585963918850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SrfjG05qJgI/AAAAAAAACIs/iIs31Hv0Y7c/s400/101_0171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; adopted another baby (so now he has two which is his favorite number, so why not?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SrfjFxdtpMI/AAAAAAAACIk/NFWFqlL_qU0/s1600-h/101_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384021567861531842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SrfjFxdtpMI/AAAAAAAACIk/NFWFqlL_qU0/s400/101_0184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; absolutely loves parks which he calls "weee" because of the slides :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384016371696742466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SrfeXUPfMEI/AAAAAAAACIU/HPmzJOQvkzw/s400/101_0188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SrfeX5sPVNI/AAAAAAAACIc/lZdLzNpn1bY/s1600-h/101_0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384016381749449938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SrfeX5sPVNI/AAAAAAAACIc/lZdLzNpn1bY/s400/101_0193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but did &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; enjoy this horse ride in a toy store (maybe you could show him the real thing, Sarah?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SrfeW3ZXhFI/AAAAAAAACIM/iGtVvsYZSvE/s1600-h/101_0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384016363953554514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SrfeW3ZXhFI/AAAAAAAACIM/iGtVvsYZSvE/s400/101_0237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; is still not getting the potty concept even though he shows all the signs of being ready...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SrfeWGQj8_I/AAAAAAAACIE/MLOzU6SaSg4/s1600-h/101_0267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384016350763283442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SrfeWGQj8_I/AAAAAAAACIE/MLOzU6SaSg4/s400/101_0267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a cute gardener!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SrfeVgHp_zI/AAAAAAAACH8/cbhNB9KEHtI/s1600-h/101_0256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384016340525383474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SrfeVgHp_zI/AAAAAAAACH8/cbhNB9KEHtI/s400/101_0256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Besides being a crazy 2 year old, he's also my talkative one... all. day. long. If he's telling me a story in his language, all I have to do is nod &amp;amp; smile &amp;amp; maybe ask a question but if it's in english, he fully expects me to repeat after him what he has said &amp;amp; then give him an answer. Something like this: "Mom, Papa truck?"..."Yes, Papa has the truck"... "Mom, mama car?"..."Yes, Mama has the car". It seems to be paying off as his speech is becoming alot clearer lately :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zeke weighed in today at 33 lbs &amp;amp; stands at 33". He loves Veggie Tales &amp;amp; begs each morning to watch one (which he knows how to put in the DVD player &amp;amp; turn on the TV... when did he get so grown up??), also enjoys playing chef with me in the kitchen, and governs his brother to no end :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147655215037770456-7452244799707469010?l=thehappenins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thehappenins.blogspot.com/2009/09/ezekiel-month-28.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandi!)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SrfkCgw4VgI/AAAAAAAACJM/6-pJp0D7g3U/s72-c/101_0139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147655215037770456.post-8079297993508510130</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Sep 2009 22:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-21T14:14:45.279-07:00</atom:updated><title>Jeremiah- month 13 :)</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jeremiah has a very sweet spirit. Even though he has started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tantruming&lt;/span&gt; regularly, he still remains sweet through it all. He doesn't talk yet, but points &amp;amp; shakes his head to relay his wants. He has &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of energy, which he uses to keep up with his brother &amp;amp; to find his own mischief :) Here are some other points of update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he went on his first camping trip! I think his favorite part was getting dirty...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Sra5mpTSuJI/AAAAAAAACHk/gSlWJb_FqnI/s1600-h/101_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383694478140946578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Sra5mpTSuJI/AAAAAAAACHk/gSlWJb_FqnI/s400/101_0075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; he's very adventurous &amp;amp; daring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Sra5lsvPOLI/AAAAAAAACHU/wWUPRlCiPl4/s1600-h/101_0033_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383694461883594930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Sra5lsvPOLI/AAAAAAAACHU/wWUPRlCiPl4/s400/101_0033_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;absolutely loves corn on the cob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Sra5lJKAQRI/AAAAAAAACHM/AjEzL3QEZPs/s1600-h/101_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383694452332183826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Sra5lJKAQRI/AAAAAAAACHM/AjEzL3QEZPs/s400/101_0026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; really enjoyed this bike even though it was pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Sra5klMbPdI/AAAAAAAACHE/sPGNQGz90nk/s1600-h/101_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383694442678664658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Sra5klMbPdI/AAAAAAAACHE/sPGNQGz90nk/s400/101_0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he loves to look at books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383689712015095298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Sra1ROGVtgI/AAAAAAAACG0/bpNBZOAO1pg/s400/101_0135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;did I mention how much he &lt;em&gt;really loves&lt;/em&gt; corn on the cob?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Sra1Rv-I0kI/AAAAAAAACG8/UBTri9A2iXE/s1600-h/101_0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383689721107501634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Sra1Rv-I0kI/AAAAAAAACG8/UBTri9A2iXE/s400/101_0151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this month he started eating with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;plasticware&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; dishes- &amp;amp; doing very well, too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Sra1QTLDI3I/AAAAAAAACGs/pA3hLPeGvgM/s1600-h/IMG_3813.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383689696197157746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Sra1QTLDI3I/AAAAAAAACGs/pA3hLPeGvgM/s400/IMG_3813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Sra1Pz7AShI/AAAAAAAACGk/rff5TDFjHXw/s1600-h/IMG_3812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383689687808363026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Sra1Pz7AShI/AAAAAAAACGk/rff5TDFjHXw/s400/IMG_3812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Sra1Pd6knGI/AAAAAAAACGc/4NX0WBvbmjQ/s1600-h/IMG_3809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383689681900969058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Sra1Pd6knGI/AAAAAAAACGc/4NX0WBvbmjQ/s400/IMG_3809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; he loves slides! ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383694467505198658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Sra5mBriFkI/AAAAAAAACHc/VzF9oBt7ix8/s400/101_0200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;okay, so pretty much loves anything outdoors :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384010180221945026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SrfYu7M3RMI/AAAAAAAACH0/iiUmd543cj4/s400/101_0255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All in all, our Jeremiah has 5 teeth but currently working on 4 more (&amp;amp; is very clingy because of it!), has great ambitions to conquer our few stairs (see results in below picture), is 20 lbs, 27", &amp;amp; has kicked the bottle successfully :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384010172774816546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SrfYufdVGyI/AAAAAAAACHs/ljKQuXvnABU/s400/101_0266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147655215037770456-8079297993508510130?l=thehappenins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thehappenins.blogspot.com/2009/09/jeremiah-month-13.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandi!)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/Sra5mpTSuJI/AAAAAAAACHk/gSlWJb_FqnI/s72-c/101_0075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147655215037770456.post-4705109045181610181</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Sep 2009 05:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-18T22:22:09.313-07:00</atom:updated><title>New England Blueberry Coffee Cake</title><description>I had the pleasure of hosting a ladies &amp;amp; kiddos brunch this week &amp;amp; I made a family favorite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New England Blueberry Coffeecake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 c. flour&lt;br /&gt;1 c. sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 T. baking powder&lt;br /&gt;2 t. cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 c. milk&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. butter, melted&lt;br /&gt;2 c. blueberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put all ingredients together except blueberries.... mix... then add blueberries :) Spread into a GREASED cake pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOPPING:&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c. butter, melted&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 c. packed brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;2 T. flour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine all topping ingredients &amp;amp; sprinkle over batter. Bake at 425* for 20-25 min (until top is light brown).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serve warm or at room temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely not a good-for-the-hips food but it has blueberries in it, so that counts for something, doesn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147655215037770456-4705109045181610181?l=thehappenins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thehappenins.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-england-blueberry-coffee-cake.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandi!)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147655215037770456.post-3895073464412631919</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Sep 2009 02:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-11T20:05:47.164-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>j</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>z</category><title>for my growing boys</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SqsOjOGCsUI/AAAAAAAACGE/AdFPIcZG5PI/s1600-h/101_0154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380410178065838402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SqsOjOGCsUI/AAAAAAAACGE/AdFPIcZG5PI/s400/101_0154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1) screw 2 x 4 to wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 2) screw tape measure to board&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3) put up names to not confuse who's markings on which side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4) stand growing boy up to board, mark, and watch him grow :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{Ezekiel marked 33" &amp;amp; Jeremiah marked 27"}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147655215037770456-3895073464412631919?l=thehappenins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thehappenins.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-my-growing-boys.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandi!)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SqsOjOGCsUI/AAAAAAAACGE/AdFPIcZG5PI/s72-c/101_0154.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147655215037770456.post-4420985024889113060</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2009 22:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-03T15:45:26.764-07:00</atom:updated><title>busted!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SqBGKyU7t3I/AAAAAAAACFk/cql6tbyaiC4/s1600-h/IMG_3800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377375106202580850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SqBGKyU7t3I/AAAAAAAACFk/cql6tbyaiC4/s400/IMG_3800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SqBGKFOyhkI/AAAAAAAACFc/gwcJjjByoH0/s1600-h/IMG_3802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377375094097217090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SqBGKFOyhkI/AAAAAAAACFc/gwcJjjByoH0/s400/IMG_3802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SqBGJq35O1I/AAAAAAAACFU/sWE-GwZfx7g/s1600-h/IMG_3797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377375087021865810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SqBGJq35O1I/AAAAAAAACFU/sWE-GwZfx7g/s400/IMG_3797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, I realize it's not good to play in bbq debris- it has since been cleaned- but I couldn't resist taking a few pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147655215037770456-4420985024889113060?l=thehappenins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thehappenins.blogspot.com/2009/09/busted.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandi!)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SqBGKyU7t3I/AAAAAAAACFk/cql6tbyaiC4/s72-c/IMG_3800.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147655215037770456.post-6420999876726894483</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Sep 2009 22:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-01T15:08:40.710-07:00</atom:updated><title>hehe</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A cowboy named Bud was overseeing his herd in a remote mountainous pasture in California when suddenly a brand-new BMW advanced toward him out of a cloud of dust.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The driver, a young man in a Brioni suit, Gucci shoes, RayBan sunglasses and YSL tie, leaned out the window and asked the cowboy, "If I tell you exactly how many cows and calves you have in your herd, Will you give me a calf?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Bud looks at the man, obviously a yuppie, then looks at his peacefully grazing herd and calmly answers, "Sure, Why not?" The yuppie parks his car, whips out his Dell notebook computer, connects it to his Cingular RAZR V3 cell phone, and surfs to a NASA page on the Internet, where he calls up a GPS satellite to get an exact fix on his location which he then feeds to another NASA satellite that scans the area in an ultra-high-resolution photo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The young man then opens the digital photo in Adobe Photoshop and exports it to an image processing facility in Hamburg , Germany .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Within seconds, he receives an email on his Palm Pilot that the image has been processed and the data stored. He then accesses an MS-SQL database through an ODBC connected Excel spreadsheet with email on his Blackberry and, after a few minutes, receives a response. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Finally, he prints out a full-color, 150-page report on his hi-tech, miniaturized HP LaserJet printer, turns to the cowboy and says, "You have exactly 1,586 cows and calves."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;"That's right.. Well, I guess you can take one of my calves," says Bud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;He watches the young man select one of the animals and looks on with amusement as the young man stuffs it into the trunk of his car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Then Bud says to the young man, "Hey, if I can tell you exactly what your business is, will you give me back my calf?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The young man thinks about it for a second and then says, "Okay, why not?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;"You're a Congressman for the U.S. Government", says Bud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Wow! That's correct," says the yuppie, "but how did you guess that?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"No guessing required." answered the cowboy. "You showed up here even though nobody called you; you want to get paid for an answer I already knew, to a question I never asked. You used millions of dollars worth of equipment trying to show me how much smarter than me you are; and you don't know a thing about how working people make a living - or about cows, for that matter. This is a herd of sheep.Now give me back my dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147655215037770456-6420999876726894483?l=thehappenins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thehappenins.blogspot.com/2009/09/hehe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandi!)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147655215037770456.post-4804895393865239104</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Aug 2009 02:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-24T20:48:56.617-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>j</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>z</category><title>we broke it in</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Today started out really good. It was a beautiful day &amp;amp; the boys were more than willing to spend time outside playing. Jeremiah received a Tonka truck for his birthday (thanks Auntie Amber &amp;amp; Uncle Eddie!) &amp;amp; was excited to take it for a spin in the great outdoors :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SpNSnNP5QTI/AAAAAAAACEo/2um3ebt2UWs/s1600-h/100_1126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373729613907837234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SpNSnNP5QTI/AAAAAAAACEo/2um3ebt2UWs/s400/100_1126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SpNSlzDlpdI/AAAAAAAACEY/5W5OBRKHqAQ/s1600-h/100_1121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373729589697029586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SpNSlzDlpdI/AAAAAAAACEY/5W5OBRKHqAQ/s400/100_1121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SpNSlHhQRwI/AAAAAAAACEQ/2Wnt9aYYuKI/s1600-h/100_1120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373729578010298114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SpNSlHhQRwI/AAAAAAAACEQ/2Wnt9aYYuKI/s400/100_1120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and then, of course, the dirt beckons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373729604421831602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SpNSmp6QS7I/AAAAAAAACEg/_kpoHKuppGQ/s400/100_1140.JPG" border="0" /&gt; and the need to break in this nice, shiny, clean Tonka is brought forth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373740574023023538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SpNclK2--7I/AAAAAAAACFA/_MQSJzu9xQk/s400/100_1132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373740565577891138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SpNckrZgfUI/AAAAAAAACE4/KIJLYdp6NL4/s400/100_1133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373729620217855426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SpNSnkwUfcI/AAAAAAAACEw/XB5sna2JuKA/s400/100_1129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;never to be in the house again :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(and then the fighting &amp;amp; non-sharing broke forth for the rest of the day... but it started out good =])&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147655215037770456-4804895393865239104?l=thehappenins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thehappenins.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-broke-it-in.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandi!)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SpNSnNP5QTI/AAAAAAAACEo/2um3ebt2UWs/s72-c/100_1126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147655215037770456.post-5193076892191566366</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Aug 2009 03:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-22T21:15:29.982-07:00</atom:updated><title>Jeremiah's 1!</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's also walking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SpC-Mkj-mHI/AAAAAAAACEI/tW2nwAXKRsk/s1600-h/100_1103_edited-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373003478635288690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SpC-Mkj-mHI/AAAAAAAACEI/tW2nwAXKRsk/s400/100_1103_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charles filled us up with his wonderfully tender &amp;amp; tasty baby back ribs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SpC-LnhhIkI/AAAAAAAACEA/l9oZZmpDbT4/s1600-h/100_1095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373003462250406466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SpC-LnhhIkI/AAAAAAAACEA/l9oZZmpDbT4/s400/100_1095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; which Bubba &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; enjoyed&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373001391728259458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SpC8TGOkcYI/AAAAAAAACDY/iViAI8j40-g/s400/IMG_3372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;then we took family portraits&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373001401363864690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SpC8TqH4HHI/AAAAAAAACDg/9pWvpX3fj2w/s400/IMG_3410_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everybody&lt;/em&gt; now&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373001407558595954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SpC8UBM0NXI/AAAAAAAACDo/g6IoDmwflRw/s400/IMG_3417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;for a video of the start of cake eating, click &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#/video/video.php?v=118971373610&amp;amp;ref=nf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373001417503411714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SpC8UmP2DgI/AAAAAAAACDw/bUBOJiu1qBo/s400/IMG_3443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372992880552848770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SpC0jroOLYI/AAAAAAAACDI/ueI4frndNoU/s400/HPIM8880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SpC8VcNKFEI/AAAAAAAACD4/XKQ7mOK0h0s/s1600-h/IMG_3457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373001431987655746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SpC8VcNKFEI/AAAAAAAACD4/XKQ7mOK0h0s/s400/IMG_3457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we are blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372992889548705986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SpC0kNJAEMI/AAAAAAAACDQ/6azPvjXJGtw/s400/IMG_3339.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1147655215037770456-5193076892191566366?l=thehappenins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thehappenins.blogspot.com/2009/08/jeremiahs-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandi!)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SpC-Mkj-mHI/AAAAAAAACEI/tW2nwAXKRsk/s72-c/100_1103_edited-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1147655215037770456.post-8567166566420324266</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Aug 2009 21:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-17T19:51:14.206-07:00</atom:updated><title>glimpses of our monday</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SonNnY8TeWI/AAAAAAAACDA/ALsr6QD6_r8/s1600-h/100_1066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371050107210004834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SonNnY8TeWI/AAAAAAAACDA/ALsr6QD6_r8/s400/100_1066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SonNm1z1yJI/AAAAAAAACC4/JdYAHnAIbmM/s1600-h/100_1065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371050097779263634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SonNm1z1yJI/AAAAAAAACC4/JdYAHnAIbmM/s400/100_1065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SonNmEFzs9I/AAAAAAAACCw/VFzUnSlW3SA/s1600-h/100_1064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371050084432851922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SonNmEFzs9I/AAAAAAAACCw/VFzUnSlW3SA/s400/100_1064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I accidently bleached Bubba's blue shirt... it's now California-style pink &amp;amp; purple...&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/1147655215037770456-8567166566420324266?l=thehappenins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://thehappenins.blogspot.com/2009/08/glimpses-of-our-monday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mandi!)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jdIMXEgWc00/SonNnY8TeWI/AAAAAAAACDA/ALsr6QD6_r8/s72-c/100_1066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>