<?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-1777262196012133342</id><updated>2011-12-29T09:20:38.638-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stones of Remembrance</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a mamma's journal of parenting her 3 daughters. 
        "These stones are to be a memorial to the people of Israel forever."  Joshua 3</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>124</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-1389362782456995831</id><published>2009-03-11T13:43:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:03:03.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>shut 'er down</title><content type='html'>It's been pert near a month since I've posted anything here. I think it's time to do what I've been thinking about and combine all blogs to one. Life has changed. Seasons change. And our life is about to do a complete somersault {more on this later - at my main blog}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To close this blog out, here's some completely random photos I found on the camera from the last few weeks. The kids took about 100 very similar ones to the ones you see below. Gotta love this techy generation!&lt;br /&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/_xd58QJAjDF0/SbgWrj4PrvI/AAAAAAAAA6g/6h6ukxFotuw/s1600-h/turtles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SbgWrj4PrvI/AAAAAAAAA6g/6h6ukxFotuw/s320/turtles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312020698104835826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chandler's turtle collection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SbgWr7Ynr-I/AAAAAAAAA6o/FeWgHKfOyTY/s1600-h/andi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SbgWr7Ynr-I/AAAAAAAAA6o/FeWgHKfOyTY/s320/andi1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312020704414642146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SbgWsTLTeAI/AAAAAAAAA64/RegxYT7P4Xw/s1600-h/andi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SbgWsTLTeAI/AAAAAAAAA64/RegxYT7P4Xw/s320/andi2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312020710801242114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_xd58QJAjDF0/SbgWsBz0PPI/AAAAAAAAA6w/rUsu_a7vFxI/s1600-h/andi3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SbgWsBz0PPI/AAAAAAAAA6w/rUsu_a7vFxI/s320/andi3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312020706139323634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;remember &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" href="http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2009/01/girl-party.html"&gt;THIS venture&lt;/a&gt;? well, the 6 weeks is up and these puppies are comin' out to be replaced by.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SbgWsTHqWCI/AAAAAAAAA7A/Vt5QpgeA8b4/s1600-h/andi4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SbgWsTHqWCI/AAAAAAAAA7A/Vt5QpgeA8b4/s320/andi4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312020710785964066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...these turtles! what else?  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of earrings, this is the 'taking out' process with Little Bird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SbgXVMFc1hI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/jMV1cgy02Nw/s1600-h/robi3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SbgXVMFc1hI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/jMV1cgy02Nw/s320/robi3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312021413272278546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SbgXU5SxyjI/AAAAAAAAA7I/3VO_XmpA0po/s1600-h/robi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SbgXU5SxyjI/AAAAAAAAA7I/3VO_XmpA0po/s320/robi1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312021408227904050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SbgXVFozJeI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/x_UyorBQZ9Y/s1600-h/robi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SbgXVFozJeI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/x_UyorBQZ9Y/s320/robi2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312021411541493218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a drama queen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the big sister of the bunch.... (i'm pretty sure these are all self-taken)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SbgXVbAqPAI/AAAAAAAAA7g/nTMEJDvu62A/s1600-h/jaci1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SbgXVbAqPAI/AAAAAAAAA7g/nTMEJDvu62A/s320/jaci1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312021417278716930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SbgXVZyViRI/AAAAAAAAA7o/e1otWFto0hI/s1600-h/jaci2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SbgXVZyViRI/AAAAAAAAA7o/e1otWFto0hI/s320/jaci2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312021416950204690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SbgYBF9qtLI/AAAAAAAAA7w/KoLuHepXq0U/s1600-h/jaci3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SbgYBF9qtLI/AAAAAAAAA7w/KoLuHepXq0U/s320/jaci3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312022167543264434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SbgYBHIDjcI/AAAAAAAAA74/XWO7mGwiiNA/s1600-h/jaro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SbgYBHIDjcI/AAAAAAAAA74/XWO7mGwiiNA/s320/jaro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312022167855271362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;freaks, I tell ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who could parent this buncha yay-who's but some a coupla crazies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SbgYBUObQPI/AAAAAAAAA8A/3zo8F8Ao-U0/s1600-h/newus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SbgYBUObQPI/AAAAAAAAA8A/3zo8F8Ao-U0/s320/newus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312022171371651314" 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/1777262196012133342-1389362782456995831?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/1389362782456995831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=1389362782456995831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/1389362782456995831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/1389362782456995831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2009/03/shut-er-down.html' title='shut &apos;er down'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SbgWrj4PrvI/AAAAAAAAA6g/6h6ukxFotuw/s72-c/turtles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-552982819428507554</id><published>2009-02-19T07:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T07:53:27.362-06:00</updated><title type='text'>public school memories</title><content type='html'>Robin is the last one up after being stirred multiple times. She moves slow. If prodded, she moves slower. She will sit in the bathroom for atleast 5 minutes, sometimes 10. No joke. She almost never eats breakfast at home because she takes too long. I usually send some juice and a cup of dry cereal with her in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 'getting up' is good for her for discipline's sake but I'm sure her bent to staying up late and getting up late will be a blessing in her future. As will her relationship with food - take it (and take alot) or leave it (completely not hungry). God has passions instilled in her even now. They just seem like flaws.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other girls wake up easily, trudge into the kitchen for breakfast before their eyes are fully open. They get ready quickly and usually have time to chill or study before leaving. Jaci moves quickly while Chandler can get up earlier. And go to bed earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few observations over the year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-552982819428507554?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/552982819428507554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=552982819428507554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/552982819428507554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/552982819428507554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2009/02/public-school-memories.html' title='public school memories'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-593000112465828588</id><published>2009-02-16T23:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T00:07:25.669-06:00</updated><title type='text'>living Jesus well</title><content type='html'>We had parent/teacher conferences today. Once again, all we heard were good reports. The kids are doing well academically and they are a huge blessing to their classrooms. No problems whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A surprising report from Jaci's teacher - she is one of her top Math students! Jaci doesn't really enjoy math and sometimes doesn't understand it but evidently applies herself and learns it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin continues to be able to not only be friends with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; (but especially Konner) but is doing very well with her Reading and Math has come easy for her so far. (they must get the math stuff from daddy - not me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Chandler is her sweet, very smart and excellent student self. Her 'smart kids' teacher just loves her and had nothing else to say. And there were no comments from any of the teachers on her being 'too quiet or shy' so she's come out of her shell, so to speak - the Kindergarten teacher would be proud.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blessed to know my babies are living Jesus well in their world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-593000112465828588?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/593000112465828588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=593000112465828588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/593000112465828588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/593000112465828588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2009/02/living-jesus-well.html' title='living Jesus well'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-7697850625843120501</id><published>2009-01-27T21:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T21:19:31.662-06:00</updated><title type='text'>reading habits</title><content type='html'>Over the last weeks, we've really got back into the habit of reading together before bed. We read 2 Ramona books while Mitch was in India. Now we've started through a few books from the "Beautiful Girlhood Series"~Christmas gifts from my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get through these and on to "&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://www.amazon.com/Here-Comes-Heaven-Guide-Supernatural/dp/0768425026/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1233112528&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;Here Comes Heaven&lt;/a&gt;!". This is &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://javamamma.blogspot.com/2008/12/suspicion-confirmed.html"&gt;the book that was stolen&lt;/a&gt; before we could get our hands on it. I finally re-ordered and now I'm chomping at the bit to dive into it with the kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-7697850625843120501?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/7697850625843120501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=7697850625843120501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/7697850625843120501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/7697850625843120501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2009/01/reading-habits.html' title='reading habits'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-2778315961129639343</id><published>2009-01-19T21:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:46:32.407-06:00</updated><title type='text'>girl party</title><content type='html'>Well, it's a big ol' girl party when Daddy is away for a couple of weeks so today we did the ULTIMATE girl thing. Ear piercing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chandler is supposed to get hers for her 8th birthday in a couple weeks anyway. Somehow it seemed like a good idea just to let Robin get hers done too. It took a little convincing {by Jaci} for Chandler to agree that though it 'wasn't fair', yeah it would be OK if Robin got hers done too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what Daddy's gonna say when he comes home in a couple days, but hey, he wasn't here.   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_xd58QJAjDF0/SXVIhweNsAI/AAAAAAAAA1c/Ms-5Pmau2rM/s1600-h/chandler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SXVIhweNsAI/AAAAAAAAA1c/Ms-5Pmau2rM/s320/chandler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293216681828397058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;patient and generous almost-8-year-old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/_xd58QJAjDF0/SXVIiI9pQII/AAAAAAAAA1k/vABS7Ezl2PA/s1600-h/robin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SXVIiI9pQII/AAAAAAAAA1k/vABS7Ezl2PA/s320/robin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293216688402677890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ultra-spoiled baby of the 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/1777262196012133342-2778315961129639343?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/2778315961129639343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=2778315961129639343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/2778315961129639343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/2778315961129639343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2009/01/girl-party.html' title='girl party'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SXVIhweNsAI/AAAAAAAAA1c/Ms-5Pmau2rM/s72-c/chandler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-4888055340007553018</id><published>2009-01-16T13:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T14:01:11.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a funny one</title><content type='html'>Robin, my 'lover of sleep' told me this morning, when I went to wake them up for school at around 7am....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Mom, you always disturb me in the night and I don't like it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the night!?!?! Whatever, you've had about 11 hours of sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-4888055340007553018?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/4888055340007553018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=4888055340007553018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/4888055340007553018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/4888055340007553018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2009/01/funny-one.html' title='a funny one'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-229821278801062701</id><published>2009-01-03T14:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T15:00:41.298-06:00</updated><title type='text'>laundry machines</title><content type='html'>I think Jaci is ready to be launched out on her own with the laundry thing. Of course, not MY clothes - but I think she can do her own and her sisters. Chandler is ready to assist and Robin....well, she's just the spoiled baby of the family anyways so whatever. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls have watched me several times but this week Jaci and Chandler actively participated and then did a load or two themselves. They sorted clothes too so they are getting the hang of that as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there are many super-mom's out there that have 5 year olds doing their own laundry (my mom is one of them) but I didn't sign up for that class and have happily been doing all laundry on my own til now. But I think my job is being taken over. No objection from me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-229821278801062701?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/229821278801062701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=229821278801062701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/229821278801062701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/229821278801062701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2009/01/laundry-machines.html' title='laundry machines'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-6928514238600838644</id><published>2008-12-21T16:09:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T16:18:59.681-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is coming.....</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, the girls (with my help!) hosted a Christmas Tea Party for just a few of their friends. We used to do one years ago but since we've moved here and hosted a big Open House each December, we haven't been able too. This year, I cut out any non-essential activities so we could focus on stuff we truly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wanted&lt;/span&gt; to do to help us celebrate the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls had a blast! It was fun to watch them all have such a good time. The one and only activity I had planned for them after their Chai Tea, hot chocolate and goodies was to make gingerbread houses. I was a tad worried about 8 little girls with frosting, graham crackers and candy but they did great and really didn't make tooo big of a mess. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my girls with their creations!&lt;br /&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/_xd58QJAjDF0/SU6_2t8SIwI/AAAAAAAAAzk/fRyeibJ69KI/s1600-h/robginger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SU6_2t8SIwI/AAAAAAAAAzk/fRyeibJ69KI/s320/robginger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282370359718454018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Robi-bird. I made her move over since the point was to see the house. Miss Poser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SU6_2amLWwI/AAAAAAAAAzc/3ujHay_4s6A/s1600-h/chandlerginger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SU6_2amLWwI/AAAAAAAAAzc/3ujHay_4s6A/s320/chandlerginger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282370354525461250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chandler-bean. She's a pro cuz she made one a week ago in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SU6_2Jtc_KI/AAAAAAAAAzU/UEkR6RXE4wM/s1600-h/jaciginger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SU6_2Jtc_KI/AAAAAAAAAzU/UEkR6RXE4wM/s320/jaciginger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282370349992574114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jaci. She's got  Santa Clause and Mrs. Clause on top of the house and a couple reindeer around the house. One is dead. Seriously. But I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SU6_21HtGTI/AAAAAAAAAzs/cG7psfM5jcs/s1600-h/girls1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SU6_21HtGTI/AAAAAAAAAzs/cG7psfM5jcs/s320/girls1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282370361645406514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here's my goobers in their lovely Christmas outfits, acting....not-so-lovely. ;)&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/1777262196012133342-6928514238600838644?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/6928514238600838644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=6928514238600838644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/6928514238600838644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/6928514238600838644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-is-coming.html' title='Christmas is coming.....'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SU6_2t8SIwI/AAAAAAAAAzk/fRyeibJ69KI/s72-c/robginger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-568000129088971948</id><published>2008-12-18T21:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:39:57.624-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"did you hear that funny voice?"</title><content type='html'>Monday night was Robi-bird's first 'real' school program. She was very excited! She was created for the stage for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kindergartners and first graders performed "The Elves' Impersonator" together. Most of the speaking parts went to the 1st graders but Robin had a short line, which she spoke along with a friend.&lt;br /&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/_xd58QJAjDF0/SUsWlkWRdII/AAAAAAAAAys/fDI_RCUsXwg/s1600-h/robi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SUsWlkWRdII/AAAAAAAAAys/fDI_RCUsXwg/s320/robi1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281339822690104450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not a nervous bone in her body!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SUsWlgMQXOI/AAAAAAAAAy0/V9Yih9NIiBM/s1600-h/robi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SUsWlgMQXOI/AAAAAAAAAy0/V9Yih9NIiBM/s320/robi2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281339821574348002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's smack dab in the middle of this photo - 2nd row with the big red bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SUsWl1Sb3aI/AAAAAAAAAy8/cKLVnMStWpg/s1600-h/robi3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 173px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SUsWl1Sb3aI/AAAAAAAAAy8/cKLVnMStWpg/s320/robi3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281339827237412258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the whole crew&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/1777262196012133342-568000129088971948?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/568000129088971948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=568000129088971948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/568000129088971948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/568000129088971948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/12/did-you-hear-that-funny-voice.html' title='&quot;did you hear that funny voice?&quot;'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SUsWlkWRdII/AAAAAAAAAys/fDI_RCUsXwg/s72-c/robi1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-3911334049155617796</id><published>2008-12-17T08:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T08:13:44.848-06:00</updated><title type='text'>for memories' sake</title><content type='html'>I need to post photos of Little Bird's Kindergarten program but not taking the time to download stuff now so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For memories' sake, I wanted to post what my days look like {when we're home} this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm up first, around 6:30/6:45, then on to wake the kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's lunches to be made, I do those while they get ready. They are big enough to pretty much get themselves ready. And we only do cereal or toast for breakfast, so there's no cooking in the morning. Unless it's ramen noodles for their thermos'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch leaves to take them to school about 7:45 - then I'm on my own for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I like to sit and FINISH a cup of  coffee, often at the computer - like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I'll shower next but often I'll jump right into my list for the day. Cleaning, baking, laundry, church computer work..... whatever the day looks like. Or I'll just sit until Mitch gets home from taking the kids. Because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mitch gets home, we usually make an egg  breakfast - 1 egg with toast or an english muffin. Good time to connect with My Beloved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he leaves, I work around the house more and try to have my shower done and be 'beautiful' before he gets back around noon for lunch. Lunch is a minor meal but we usually enjoy it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He usually heads back to church between 1 and 1:30 so I try to get things done again until I leave to pick the kids up at 2:35. I leave early to get a parking place. School doesn't get out til 3:15. I usually take a book or even the laptop to be productive while I wait for the 20 minutes once I get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we get back home around 3:40, it's a free for all. Homework, chores, craziness. Supper is usually on the table by 5:30 or 6:00, so depending on that prep, I work on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we happen to have an evening home, we try to hang out as a family. Like last night, we watched a movie. Evenings are kind of a blur, I guess. Probably because it's so rare to have one at home.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a general day at home. Of course, I don't get those often. :) It seems I have to make trips to town more than I think I should. And often we are 'on the road' at some point in a week so there's extra laundry and packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it seems life moves in seasons, I thought I might like to look back a year from now and remember when.....    :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-3911334049155617796?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/3911334049155617796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=3911334049155617796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/3911334049155617796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/3911334049155617796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/12/for-memories-sake.html' title='for memories&apos; sake'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-6700690463339641496</id><published>2008-12-04T09:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:59:39.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>uh, duh</title><content type='html'>Robin's best friend this year is a little guy we hear much about, nearly everyday. I've met him and know who his mom is and am happy she's found a good friend in Kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that Konner is the opposite gender gives reason for others to have fun with this one. But we're keeping things low-key at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After asking her why Konner is her friend, we had to laugh though. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"He's so funny. And he has cute hair. And cute clothes."&lt;/span&gt; Mitch asked what she knows about 'cute'. Her reply - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dad, I've seen cute people before" &lt;/span&gt;with that 'uh, duh' look every kid can give.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-6700690463339641496?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/6700690463339641496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=6700690463339641496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/6700690463339641496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/6700690463339641496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/12/uh-duh.html' title='uh, duh'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-2747098501117118021</id><published>2008-11-29T20:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T20:58:22.961-06:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging tradition continues</title><content type='html'>A couple new bloggers are on the block...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://craftychick98.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://craftychick98.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://colorchick.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://colorchick.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-2747098501117118021?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/2747098501117118021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=2747098501117118021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/2747098501117118021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/2747098501117118021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/11/blogging-tradition-continues.html' title='blogging tradition continues'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-621959494292183597</id><published>2008-11-23T15:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T15:18:50.307-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a mountain of cushions and kiddos</title><content type='html'>So it's been just us gals this weekend. Here's what night number 1 looked like for them (i slept in my own bed, thank you very much). These are ALL the couch, loveseat, chair cushions they could muster. Then all the pillows and blankets off their beds. Fun stuff. I did pray that they wouldn't suffocate in the night. They were fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SSnIn5Q74gI/AAAAAAAAAnw/1IJW5YEiYCc/s1600-h/sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SSnIn5Q74gI/AAAAAAAAAnw/1IJW5YEiYCc/s320/sleep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271965426526183938" 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/1777262196012133342-621959494292183597?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/621959494292183597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=621959494292183597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/621959494292183597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/621959494292183597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/11/mountain-of-cushions-and-kiddos.html' title='a mountain of cushions and kiddos'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SSnIn5Q74gI/AAAAAAAAAnw/1IJW5YEiYCc/s72-c/sleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-5069725094109857604</id><published>2008-11-13T19:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T19:16:23.375-06:00</updated><title type='text'>daddy's princess</title><content type='html'>Today Robin was wearing a dress (not unusual) and down on her hands and knees with a dustpan and a wet rag, cleaning my kitchen floor. (not really sure why but it totally needed it!) Anyway, she randomly makes the comment, "Mom, I'm still Daddy's princess no matter what."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, be still my heart. Secondly, what a revelation. Even if we're scrubbin' floors, we are still our Daddy's Princess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-5069725094109857604?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/5069725094109857604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=5069725094109857604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/5069725094109857604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/5069725094109857604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/11/daddys-princess.html' title='daddy&apos;s princess'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-124269038534614703</id><published>2008-10-30T07:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T08:03:52.294-06:00</updated><title type='text'>red ribbon week</title><content type='html'>The theme is to be 'Drug Free'. My kids are showing their commitment....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SQm9wqHNHPI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/3e0Oy2Sk_x8/s1600-h/girls2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SQm9wqHNHPI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/3e0Oy2Sk_x8/s320/girls2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262946283195014386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's 'groovy' to 'lei off' drugs so go 'color your world' drug free. Public school silliness. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/_xd58QJAjDF0/SQm9w1gC-tI/AAAAAAAAAmY/H1oeblYCnAk/s1600-h/bright.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SQm9w1gC-tI/AAAAAAAAAmY/H1oeblYCnAk/s320/bright.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262946286251997906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who's not afraid of the camera?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SQm9wwhHyxI/AAAAAAAAAmg/ezU5GFbjsVU/s1600-h/hippy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SQm9wwhHyxI/AAAAAAAAAmg/ezU5GFbjsVU/s320/hippy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262946284914330386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet, hippy little Chandler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SQm9xAsFAGI/AAAAAAAAAmo/_99KorGixuA/s1600-h/hawaiian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SQm9xAsFAGI/AAAAAAAAAmo/_99KorGixuA/s320/hawaiian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262946289255252066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Totally disappointed she didn't have a grass skirt but I think she got over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today it's time to "Sock it to Drugs"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SQm9xEUNI6I/AAAAAAAAAmw/L3MjgZzvCEc/s1600-h/jsox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SQm9xEUNI6I/AAAAAAAAAmw/L3MjgZzvCEc/s320/jsox.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262946290228863906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SQm-iAzVukI/AAAAAAAAAm4/JSZy6CzuItY/s1600-h/csox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SQm-iAzVukI/AAAAAAAAAm4/JSZy6CzuItY/s320/csox.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262947131099298370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SQm-iFoRBEI/AAAAAAAAAnA/U0c1dRow5Rs/s1600-h/rsox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SQm-iFoRBEI/AAAAAAAAAnA/U0c1dRow5Rs/s320/rsox.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262947132395029570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1777262196012133342-124269038534614703?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/124269038534614703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=124269038534614703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/124269038534614703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/124269038534614703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/10/red-ribbon-week.html' title='red ribbon week'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SQm9wqHNHPI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/3e0Oy2Sk_x8/s72-c/girls2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-7272956595522226730</id><published>2008-10-23T21:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T21:14:27.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>school work</title><content type='html'>School projects are always the funnest, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_xd58QJAjDF0/SQE9DiCfNII/AAAAAAAAAlI/H5flZFwsBBo/s1600-h/jacischool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SQE9DiCfNII/AAAAAAAAAlI/H5flZFwsBBo/s320/jacischool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260552970631591042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jaci's piece of artwork - landforms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SQE9Dexty3I/AAAAAAAAAk4/la2Y8RSDGvU/s1600-h/chandlerschool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SQE9Dexty3I/AAAAAAAAAk4/la2Y8RSDGvU/s320/chandlerschool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260552969755937650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Columbus Day masterpieces by Chandler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SQE9DhhYDJI/AAAAAAAAAlA/PhBqjDAwQqs/s1600-h/robischool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SQE9DhhYDJI/AAAAAAAAAlA/PhBqjDAwQqs/s320/robischool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260552970492710034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A couple of Robin's pieces  - gotta love the hat!&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/1777262196012133342-7272956595522226730?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/7272956595522226730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=7272956595522226730' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/7272956595522226730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/7272956595522226730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/10/school-work.html' title='school work'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SQE9DiCfNII/AAAAAAAAAlI/H5flZFwsBBo/s72-c/jacischool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-936166767341048532</id><published>2008-10-12T20:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:38:07.501-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God &amp; Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.amazon.com/God-Me-Devotions-Girls-Ages/dp/188535861X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1223865352&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SPK0XXEstuI/AAAAAAAAAkw/dQJgVIeHelo/s320/godandme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256462028518504162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave the girls each their own devotional book today. I guess they were a hit since the big girls have each done over 10 lessons! Robin hasn't got quite as far since she needs help. I'm thankful my girls are digging into God's Word - very cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/DANIST%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/DANIST%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-936166767341048532?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/936166767341048532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=936166767341048532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/936166767341048532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/936166767341048532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/10/god-me.html' title='God &amp; Me!'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SPK0XXEstuI/AAAAAAAAAkw/dQJgVIeHelo/s72-c/godandme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-7720529397380567783</id><published>2008-10-09T20:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T20:57:04.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Robin and Rico</title><content type='html'>Robin's class has a guinea pig. His name is Rico. And Rico came to visit us over the past weekend. That's my kinda pet. One that stays for a couple days to love on and then disappears indefinitely. No cages to wash out. Minimal poo on my floors. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin had a blast pampering Rico for 48 hours.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SO7EXEH-d_I/AAAAAAAAAko/W4x5H-Ggvy8/s1600-h/robirico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SO7EXEH-d_I/AAAAAAAAAko/W4x5H-Ggvy8/s320/robirico.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255353715711178738" 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/1777262196012133342-7720529397380567783?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/7720529397380567783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=7720529397380567783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/7720529397380567783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/7720529397380567783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/10/robin-and-rico.html' title='Robin and Rico'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SO7EXEH-d_I/AAAAAAAAAko/W4x5H-Ggvy8/s72-c/robirico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-1539791683288588351</id><published>2008-10-07T19:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T19:20:24.628-06:00</updated><title type='text'>parent teacher conference</title><content type='html'>Some comments written by the girls' teachers today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"What a sweet girl!! Chandler is always polite and friendly to myself and others around her!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Chandler works very hard on completing assignments on time and neatly!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Jaci is a delight to have in class."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Jaci is such a blessing to have in class! She is always asking how she can help, and a breath of fresh air with her positive attitude."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;about Robin &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"friendly to everyone. doesn't let small problems bother her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;                           "she is quite an artist."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;about her classroom behavior,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "excellent!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me one proud mamma!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-1539791683288588351?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/1539791683288588351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=1539791683288588351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/1539791683288588351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/1539791683288588351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/10/parent-teacher-conference.html' title='parent teacher conference'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-8656115749642332652</id><published>2008-10-02T16:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T17:03:24.834-06:00</updated><title type='text'>raising your kids to be leaders - a good book</title><content type='html'>Braggin' on my kid - because that's what THIS blog is for. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaci got invited to an all-day Leadership Seminar at a local college! And that's because she's on Student Council this year which I don't believe I've blogged about but it's a pretty good story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be on Student Council, you write a small speech and give it to your class - then they vote. In 3rd grade, she did that {very nervously} and was heart-broken when she didn't win. In 4th grade, we talked her in to trying again but she ended up being sick at home the day they gave their speeches. THIS year, she came home one day and said "I made Student Council". Wow, we didn't even know the vote was coming up or that she was getting a speech ready. You go girlfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, her leadership qualities are maturing and being noticed. I'm very proud of my girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-8656115749642332652?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/8656115749642332652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=8656115749642332652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/8656115749642332652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/8656115749642332652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/10/raising-your-kids-to-be-leaders-good.html' title='raising your kids to be leaders - a good book'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-1273748802552727346</id><published>2008-09-18T18:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T18:23:08.372-06:00</updated><title type='text'>that's the way, uh-huh-uh-huh, I like it</title><content type='html'>It's easy to post about those times my kids drive me crazy. When they are sooo naughty (read previous post on the pen and pillow issue). But I thought I'd reminisce on last Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch left around 8am to travel to a different church for the day. I was left to get kiddos and myself to church early. So I could not only preach, but manage the morning service and all that entails. Worship leader quirks, sound and multi-media issues, taking offering, announcements, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me say that the kids were FABULOUS that morning. They got ready for church well and quickly, even Little Bird, who is prone to dawdling. They didn't get crazy in the hour and a half they had before church even started. In fact, Little Bird prayed with me for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after church, I had given them the choice what they wanted for lunch {fully expecting to go into town to eat}, they chose noodles. Which I made and everyone ate. Jaci gave her leftover birthday candy bars {which have been in the fridge since July} to her sisters {and me}. Chandler wasn't even going to ask since last time Jaci about tore her head off when asked to share. This time Jaci said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"That was before. I'm generous now." &lt;/span&gt;Halleluia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Jesus, for times when everything DOES go right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-1273748802552727346?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/1273748802552727346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=1273748802552727346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/1273748802552727346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/1273748802552727346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/09/thats-way-uh-huh-uh-huh-i-like-it.html' title='that&apos;s the way, uh-huh-uh-huh, I like it'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-8530568005500245296</id><published>2008-09-12T21:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T21:26:50.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a bumpy road, but someone has to travel it</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a pretty bumpy day. I won't go into all the details, but when I heard the prophetic word that was spoken over my husband while he was away last night, I thought, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"wow, this must be why we were battling hell here&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE of the many little bumps in the day was finding out from Jaci that Robin had written her name, IN PEN, on one of my couch pillows. I thought she was joking. Uh, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone tell me WHY a 5 year old, who has NEVER done anything as permanent as this in her toddler life, chooses to do it now? She was disciplined, without a crack of a smile from me. Later though, I smiled as I thought how we will most certainly laugh at this in 10 or 20 years. Mainly because she told me the reason she did it is so people would know that it's ours. Huh? Whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-8530568005500245296?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/8530568005500245296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=8530568005500245296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/8530568005500245296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/8530568005500245296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-bumpy-road-but-someone-has-to.html' title='it&apos;s a bumpy road, but someone has to travel it'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-3888692173662179746</id><published>2008-09-10T23:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T23:05:44.664-06:00</updated><title type='text'>76 trombones...</title><content type='html'>OK, maybe just one, not 76, but we do have a trombone {and eventually, a player} in the house now. Jaci, as a 5th grader, is in Beginning Band. And what does my tiny little 10 year old choose? The largest instrument a 5th grader can chose, of course. :) She's doing great so far though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mitch and I were very blessed when we heard all her friends had chosen flute, yet Jaci didn't 'go with the crowd' but made her own decision. Maturity is becoming to you, my girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SMimli104RI/AAAAAAAAAfM/aNbSz_05vAQ/s1600-h/jaci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SMimli104RI/AAAAAAAAAfM/aNbSz_05vAQ/s320/jaci.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244624930010882322" 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/1777262196012133342-3888692173662179746?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/3888692173662179746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=3888692173662179746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/3888692173662179746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/3888692173662179746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/09/76-trombones.html' title='76 trombones...'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SMimli104RI/AAAAAAAAAfM/aNbSz_05vAQ/s72-c/jaci.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-8262663960005773542</id><published>2008-08-15T18:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T19:07:38.972-06:00</updated><title type='text'>double digits</title><content type='html'>As well as yesterday being the 1st day of school, it was my oldest daughter's 10th birthday. Yay for birthdays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaci Taylor was born 12 days late, at home. My hubby, my mom and a good friend with lots of home birth experience helped me labor this child into the world. Her birth was rocky but we had a good doc on the phone who talked us through some stuff and everything ended fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated the last ten years with a big pool party a few weeks ago. We had given Jaci a Webkinz at the end of July because it happened to be the "Pet of the Month" so she needed to get it registered before August. Her highlights were her other gift from us and I did those Monday evening. That left the gifts her sisters bought her {with their own money} to be opened yesterday before school. A bike basket and scrapbook paper. Goooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our tradition has always been that the birthday celebrater gets to chose a place to eat out {or a meal for mom to cook but trust me, we usually eat out!}. Jaci wanted Applebee's. She's grown quite fond of mozzarella sticks and I'm a dumb enough mom to let her eat them for her meal. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaci is a blessing to our family. She's cute and funny, crafty and witty, ambitious and responsible, and loves to sing and teach. She's been prophesied over that she will be in worship ministry and that she will be a little evangelist. She's a good friend and loves to bless others. I'm so proud of the beautiful young lady that God entrusted us with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SKYoJIV8HKI/AAAAAAAAAdE/XfwQqnuU8JM/s1600-h/jaci10bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SKYoJIV8HKI/AAAAAAAAAdE/XfwQqnuU8JM/s320/jaci10bday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234915754188217506" 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/1777262196012133342-8262663960005773542?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/8262663960005773542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=8262663960005773542' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/8262663960005773542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/8262663960005773542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/08/double-digits.html' title='double digits'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SKYoJIV8HKI/AAAAAAAAAdE/XfwQqnuU8JM/s72-c/jaci10bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-6802314569020224890</id><published>2008-08-14T10:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T10:24:39.559-06:00</updated><title type='text'>off they go</title><content type='html'>Today is the day I've been dreading for a couple months now. First day of the new school year. It's not so much the school part but the 'end of my flexibility' season. But God knows my path and I guess it's best to trust Him. Here's the happy ladies ready to start another year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SKRaEDz6XoI/AAAAAAAAAcU/UPfiCSQnzFc/s1600-h/jaci08.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SKRaEDz6XoI/AAAAAAAAAcU/UPfiCSQnzFc/s1600-h/jaci08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SKRaEDz6XoI/AAAAAAAAAcU/UPfiCSQnzFc/s320/jaci08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234407692700376706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The birthday girl - starting 5th grade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_xd58QJAjDF0/SKRaEPIEMhI/AAAAAAAAAcc/H3rWO4Wp4v0/s1600-h/chandler08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SKRaEPIEMhI/AAAAAAAAAcc/H3rWO4Wp4v0/s320/chandler08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234407695737696786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My joy heading to 2nd grade. Quick story: This morning I made cinnamon rolls (don't get too excited, they were Pillsbury) Chandler was eating hers and Jaci commented that she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"didn't feel like a cinnamon roll this morning".&lt;/span&gt; Chandler answers, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"That's because you're not one!"&lt;/span&gt; What a goof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/_xd58QJAjDF0/SKRaEZwx6mI/AAAAAAAAAck/Ukc3Tf_p7_M/s1600-h/robin08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SKRaEZwx6mI/AAAAAAAAAck/Ukc3Tf_p7_M/s320/robin08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234407698592819810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Kindergartner. I'm not sure what was up with waving with her fist but she did it for about 10 minutes. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_xd58QJAjDF0/SKRaEu2LAoI/AAAAAAAAAcs/CFGe_l5OB6s/s1600-h/girls08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SKRaEu2LAoI/AAAAAAAAAcs/CFGe_l5OB6s/s320/girls08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234407704252580482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even though it's blurry, I love this photo. All my girls, on their way to school. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/_xd58QJAjDF0/SKRaEt_Y_yI/AAAAAAAAAc0/6t_0ByEicZ4/s1600-h/jands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SKRaEt_Y_yI/AAAAAAAAAc0/6t_0ByEicZ4/s320/jands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234407704022810402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jaci with her best friend. I'm not sure what they are chatting about, but it must be shocking by that look on her face.  :) You can also see Jaci's newly done highlights. Not too shabby for her rookie hair dresser - her mamma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SKRbq13KRqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/0LRBQM_hcyY/s1600-h/robinline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SKRbq13KRqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/0LRBQM_hcyY/s320/robinline.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234409458482431650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We don't look &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; miserable do we?  ;) Oh, on our way into class, we found out that Robin's preschool teacher from last year is now the para in her K class. What a blessing!&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/1777262196012133342-6802314569020224890?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/6802314569020224890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=6802314569020224890' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/6802314569020224890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/6802314569020224890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/08/off-they-go.html' title='off they go'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SKRaEDz6XoI/AAAAAAAAAcU/UPfiCSQnzFc/s72-c/jaci08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-3152137272825252631</id><published>2008-08-12T21:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T21:41:55.112-06:00</updated><title type='text'>honestly</title><content type='html'>Nothing too major right now since I really ought to be heading to bed but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts day after tomorrow. All 3 girls will go this year. My Little Bird is ready for Kindergarten. How did this happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to take {and post} pictures of the whole first day of school thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I have to confess, I'm totally dreading it. It just doesn't seem right that summer is already over and I have to live by a schedule again. Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also happening on Thursday is my oldest princess's 10th birthday. Yikes. Double digits. She's really disgusted that she has to go back to school ON her birthday. Heck, I would be too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-3152137272825252631?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/3152137272825252631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=3152137272825252631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/3152137272825252631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/3152137272825252631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/08/honestly.html' title='honestly'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-5237548783693339440</id><published>2008-08-01T21:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T22:04:27.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Baby</title><content type='html'>My little Robi bird turned 5 on Tuesday! We've had some serious celebratin' happening this week and I HAVE taken some photos. But I'm just too busy to post them right yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now, Happy Birthday to my baby. All grown up and ready for kindergarten. {sniff} This gal's got some serious spunk and passion packed inside. And it's been a riot these last 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm committed to storing recent memories of her going around with her 'magic wand' asking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"what do you want to be turned into?&lt;/span&gt;" Um, maybe we've gone a little overboard with Disney's Cinderella? Anyways, life just wouldn't be the same without my 3rd born child!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-5237548783693339440?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/5237548783693339440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=5237548783693339440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/5237548783693339440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/5237548783693339440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-baby.html' title='Happy Birthday, Baby'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-5593951121231922319</id><published>2008-07-19T14:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:31:26.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>100th post tribute</title><content type='html'>This is my 100th post on this blog! Yay me. I thought I would dedicate this 100th post to my kids and give tribute to each one and their God-given little personalities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Jaci Taylor.... &lt;/span&gt;will turn 10 in just a few short weeks. Jaci means &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; - and she is. Her middle name means &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maker&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;creator&lt;/span&gt; and she does have a passion for creating. Most will tell you that Jaci is the spittin' image of her mamma. And she is. Though, she will argue with you til the end - that's her competitive side. :) She is responsible and takes initiative to get things done.  Jaci has very high expectations of herself and of life. (hmmm, wonder where that comes from?) One of Jaci's callings is in the area of worship. I believe that deep in her are the leadership abilities to lead hundreds in worship of our King. Jaci's sense of style is quite eclectic and she shocked me when she told me she would like to dye her hair jet black with bright magenta highlights!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Chandler Hope....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;is 7 1/2 years old - my only winter baby. Put together, Chandler's full name means &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;light of hope&lt;/span&gt;. She was born at the beginning of one of the most difficult years of our lives. She was our hope in the midst of hard times. Chandler lights up a room with her goofy personality. She loves to make people laugh, or at least put a smile on their face. She is the compliant, easy going, middle child, striving to please Mitch and I. She is definitely 'Daddy's girl' and is often found cuddled up in his lap. Chandler is extremely generous, often spending all her {infrequent} allowance on others. She has gifting in the prophetic and is sensitive to supernatural things. Someday I'm sure she will minister right alongside her daddy, speaking God's intimate words of knowledge into people's hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Robin Danielle....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;will be 5 in just a week and a half. More than meaning &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little bird&lt;/span&gt; her&lt;br /&gt;name means &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;famous&lt;/span&gt;. And that she is - at five, she has more friends than I have had in my lifetime. Her middle name is the same as mine, meaning &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God is judge&lt;/span&gt;. Robin is what you call a &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/free%20spirit"&gt;free-spirit&lt;/a&gt;. She is flighty, sassy and dramatic. She makes me smile....and pull out my hair. :) Robin brings color to our world. The word PASSIONATE has described her since she was in my belly. I swear she never slept. And when she was born, she was the fiercest eater I ever fed. Robin is content playing by herself for hours on end - serious imagination. Out of that imagination comes songs, lots and lots of 'make it up as I go along' songs. Robin's giftings include worship and dance, two things you will always find her doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those are my babies. My daughters of Mitch. Each uniquely individual. Yet, you could pick them out of a crowd as sisters. Our lives wouldn't be the same without one of them. They bless me, challenge me and keep me crying out to Jesus for wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often feel so &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/incompetent"&gt;incompetent&lt;/a&gt; as a mother, though I know God has given me the task of stewarding and discipling these ladies for His glory. They belong to Him. Who they are now and what they will become. I only pray I can equip them for the journey God has called them to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SIJeJ7qGVvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/5aWChjyiCwg/s1600-h/girlseaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 325px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SIJeJ7qGVvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/5aWChjyiCwg/s320/girlseaster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224842042429298418" 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/1777262196012133342-5593951121231922319?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/5593951121231922319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=5593951121231922319' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/5593951121231922319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/5593951121231922319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/07/100th-post-tribute.html' title='100th post tribute'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SIJeJ7qGVvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/5aWChjyiCwg/s72-c/girlseaster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-2630140030718028230</id><published>2008-07-08T22:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:31:26.789-06:00</updated><title type='text'>kid's project</title><content type='html'>So while My Beloved and I were &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" href="http://javamamma.blogspot.com/2008/07/afternoon-project.html"&gt;putting together our new grill&lt;/a&gt;, the kids found themselves another project. Do you know how big the box is that a grill comes in? Big enough for a car for 3 small-ish girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SHQ6sBgFrGI/AAAAAAAAAbA/bSDz9g5DsuI/s1600-h/car1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SHQ6sBgFrGI/AAAAAAAAAbA/bSDz9g5DsuI/s320/car1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220862396020927586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They used utility knives, pocket knives, screwdrivers, a drill, pvc pipe, styrofoam, duct tape, and anything else they could find in daddy's workshop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_xd58QJAjDF0/SHQ6sWIKbTI/AAAAAAAAAbI/FW-WqV38oNc/s1600-h/car2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SHQ6sWIKbTI/AAAAAAAAAbI/FW-WqV38oNc/s320/car2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220862401557720370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...including house paint!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SHQ6sq6yrNI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/hbpmWehQVc4/s1600-h/car3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SHQ6sq6yrNI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/hbpmWehQVc4/s320/car3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220862407138782418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lookin' good sis-tahs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What you don't see is the finished product. It has pedals, a steering wheel, door handles and all kinds of stuff. (I'll have to take another pic) Jaci was even asking Mitch if he had an extra light switch laying around they could use!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lil' sis found another use for the leftover styrofoam....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SHQ7f5J9trI/AAAAAAAAAbg/khNu3Fc4B_A/s1600-h/robot2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SHQ7f5J9trI/AAAAAAAAAbg/khNu3Fc4B_A/s320/robot2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220863287133845170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Girly robots get pillows....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SHQ7f3Lh2HI/AAAAAAAAAbY/pkOhjqXkDXg/s1600-h/robot1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SHQ7f3Lh2HI/AAAAAAAAAbY/pkOhjqXkDXg/s320/robot1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220863286603536498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;....and blankets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SHQ7gY0ZiCI/AAAAAAAAAbo/MWzWrQOje5Y/s1600-h/robot3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SHQ7gY0ZiCI/AAAAAAAAAbo/MWzWrQOje5Y/s320/robot3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220863295633328162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See how happy she is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how creative little brains are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-2630140030718028230?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/2630140030718028230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=2630140030718028230' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/2630140030718028230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/2630140030718028230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/07/kids-project.html' title='kid&apos;s project'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SHQ6sBgFrGI/AAAAAAAAAbA/bSDz9g5DsuI/s72-c/car1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-8372333054717641154</id><published>2008-07-06T15:28:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:31:27.275-06:00</updated><title type='text'>celebration of Independence</title><content type='html'>Our 4th of July actually began the evening of July 3rd. Our little town has a yearly kiddie parade that was moved, this year, to the evening before. My kids &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/07/they-are-thrilled.html"&gt;usually participate in that&lt;/a&gt; and this year was no different, though I was really hoping we'd be out of town so I didn't make any preparations for the parade. My creative eldest daughter, thought up a cute (CHEAP &amp;amp; EASY) idea, so they participated for the 4th year running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the 'Beach Bums'! (someone asked if they were the Beach Babes - that woulda been smart but nah, they're the bums)&lt;br /&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/_xd58QJAjDF0/SHE5-fX8aMI/AAAAAAAAAZI/JXBAZKqmK0o/s1600-h/parade1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SHE5-fX8aMI/AAAAAAAAAZI/JXBAZKqmK0o/s320/parade1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220017188835715266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;walking down to the starting block from our house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SHE5-gVHEHI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/053MPF4ZQ44/s1600-h/parade2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SHE5-gVHEHI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/053MPF4ZQ44/s320/parade2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220017189092266098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;every beach bum needs their drink of choice in a cool cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SHE5-4nr6QI/AAAAAAAAAZY/rpcKizlWfUU/s1600-h/parade3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SHE5-4nr6QI/AAAAAAAAAZY/rpcKizlWfUU/s320/parade3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220017195612629250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;digging into the stash handed out to all the entrants at the end of the parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Following the parade, was an incredible fireworks display put on by some guys from our church. Just a couple guys who enjoy throwing THOUSANDS of their own personal dollars into a pile to be burned up. :) They don't light anything by hand but wire everything and then flip switches. They do a tremendous job and it's REALLY LONG. Way longer than any big city display, I would guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youth center of the town brought out the concessions including, cotton candy, nachos, chili dogs, pop and candy bars. (great way to come off a fast!) I hope this 3rd of July deal becomes a tradition because it was a fantastic evening! And left us free to enjoy the 4th of July in the town next door - posted about &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://javamamma.blogspot.com/2008/07/celebration-of-independence-part-2.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1777262196012133342-8372333054717641154?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/8372333054717641154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=8372333054717641154' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/8372333054717641154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/8372333054717641154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/07/celebration-of-independence.html' title='celebration of Independence'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SHE5-fX8aMI/AAAAAAAAAZI/JXBAZKqmK0o/s72-c/parade1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-584576567724389021</id><published>2008-07-02T09:13:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:31:28.398-06:00</updated><title type='text'>picnic day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I needed to make a trip into town so we took advantage of the beautiful day and picnicked at a little park. I think it's more of a walking trail with some grassy spots in between. We had a nice little hour of mommy/daughter bonding time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SGub2wBmQWI/AAAAAAAAAYA/kSxlwsjuuv0/s1600-h/picnic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SGub2wBmQWI/AAAAAAAAAYA/kSxlwsjuuv0/s320/picnic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218435958145696098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our picnic of meat and cheese rolled up on tortillas (or are those pitter patters?), grapes (for Mommy coming off her fast), goldfish crackers and chex mix. Oh, and the girls conned me into Jones soda for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SGub8rzHNzI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-W7na2ugTJE/s1600-h/picnicR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SGub8rzHNzI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-W7na2ugTJE/s320/picnicR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218436060090414898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Robin's got a cheek-full.&lt;br /&gt;&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/_xd58QJAjDF0/SGub84ek00I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/egOYrw4ERIE/s1600-h/picnicC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SGub84ek00I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/egOYrw4ERIE/s320/picnicC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218436063493935938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Someone did more talking than eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_xd58QJAjDF0/SGub9A02KKI/AAAAAAAAAYY/8UDRIxryxM4/s1600-h/picnicJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SGub9A02KKI/AAAAAAAAAYY/8UDRIxryxM4/s320/picnicJ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218436065734830242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Smiley gal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SGuddAV2PLI/AAAAAAAAAYg/8GimLGuoD50/s1600-h/picnic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SGuddAV2PLI/AAAAAAAAAYg/8GimLGuoD50/s320/picnic2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218437714872253618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view from our table....which I think we 'stole' from another family. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SGudddzoTDI/AAAAAAAAAYo/uqlSkeHrbMg/s1600-h/picnic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SGudddzoTDI/AAAAAAAAAYo/uqlSkeHrbMg/s320/picnic3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218437722781797426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Off we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SGudhocCmkI/AAAAAAAAAYw/jDKv4gMMntY/s1600-h/picnic4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SGudhocCmkI/AAAAAAAAAYw/jDKv4gMMntY/s320/picnic4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218437794355124802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See behind them, where there's no railing? Robin freaked us all out by standing right on the edge for a while. She's a wild one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SGueF6wYdEI/AAAAAAAAAY4/iuBK5Ih-l4A/s1600-h/picnictree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SGueF6wYdEI/AAAAAAAAAY4/iuBK5Ih-l4A/s320/picnictree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218438417747571778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SGueGbT52mI/AAAAAAAAAZA/lMdK-FKcbs8/s1600-h/picnictree2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SGueGbT52mI/AAAAAAAAAZA/lMdK-FKcbs8/s320/picnictree2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218438426486495842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gotta climb the tree! And thank goodness, what they trekked through to get to it, wasn't poison ivy!&lt;br /&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/1777262196012133342-584576567724389021?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/584576567724389021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=584576567724389021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/584576567724389021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/584576567724389021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/07/picnic-day.html' title='picnic day'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SGub2wBmQWI/AAAAAAAAAYA/kSxlwsjuuv0/s72-c/picnic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-2833848988475399513</id><published>2008-06-24T09:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:31:28.755-06:00</updated><title type='text'>round &amp; round, here we go again</title><content type='html'>Takin' some time for fun in a busy weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SGENjt5ORtI/AAAAAAAAAWA/kdi0tuwMuV8/s1600-h/carosel1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SGENjt5ORtI/AAAAAAAAAWA/kdi0tuwMuV8/s320/carosel1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215464750737934034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SGENj94NcgI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Q79_28RCjnE/s1600-h/carosel2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SGENj94NcgI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Q79_28RCjnE/s320/carosel2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215464755028652546" 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/1777262196012133342-2833848988475399513?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/2833848988475399513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=2833848988475399513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/2833848988475399513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/2833848988475399513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/06/round-round-here-we-go-again.html' title='round &amp; round, here we go again'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SGENjt5ORtI/AAAAAAAAAWA/kdi0tuwMuV8/s72-c/carosel1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-3203298086792960786</id><published>2008-06-12T17:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:31:29.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>family ministry</title><content type='html'>When Mitch and I headed out of KC late last night, the kiddos decided to stay at camp. They called earlier in the day and wanted to leave with us, 2 days before the camp ended - that was the original plan anyway. After visiting for a while, they both decided they would like to finish the week out. So we went to buy some undies and a couple cheap-o Wal-Mart clothes to get them through the next 4 days. (Four days because our friends are bringing them home when they come here on Sunday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing things are happening with my little ladies. Visions and God's voice in reality are their experience this week. They are being equipped to continue on this journey God has for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt;. More concentrated and intense than we can do as a family in many months - all happening in 5 days. I believe God's power and anointing are being imparted into our girls' lives this week. It's evident that the work God is doing in us, is not only for us as the parents, but that God is wanting to use our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt; in this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, here's the girls on Monday, ready for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SFGxIyWqmzI/AAAAAAAAAU4/hPYY08QP5_I/s1600-h/campchandler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SFGxIyWqmzI/AAAAAAAAAU4/hPYY08QP5_I/s320/campchandler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211141008358284082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SFGxJWBKmNI/AAAAAAAAAVA/6MzBDGbd6vU/s1600-h/campjaci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SFGxJWBKmNI/AAAAAAAAAVA/6MzBDGbd6vU/s320/campjaci.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211141017931782354" 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/1777262196012133342-3203298086792960786?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/3203298086792960786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=3203298086792960786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/3203298086792960786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/3203298086792960786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/06/family-ministry.html' title='family ministry'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SFGxIyWqmzI/AAAAAAAAAU4/hPYY08QP5_I/s72-c/campchandler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-7403237682285524072</id><published>2008-06-10T08:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T08:31:41.147-06:00</updated><title type='text'>happy campers</title><content type='html'>The girls -the big ones- are off to camp. Their first camp experience. Chandler seemed a little worried when we left but not too bad. By the time Mitch ran into them at the prayer room at 8, they were totally pumped. I can't wait to talk to them and see what they've been doing. But that's going to have to wait because Mommy &amp;amp; Daddy get a play day - we're headed to World's of Fun to celebrate 11 years of bliss! More about that over &lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://javamamma.blogspot.com/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; real soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-7403237682285524072?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/7403237682285524072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=7403237682285524072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/7403237682285524072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/7403237682285524072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-campers.html' title='happy campers'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-2956740025225397525</id><published>2008-06-09T01:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T01:19:59.701-06:00</updated><title type='text'>you won't get this unless...</title><content type='html'>....unless you've watched the &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);" href="http://freshfire.ca/"&gt;Florida Outpouring&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, we went to minister at &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);" href="http://mykissesfromheaven.blogspot.com/"&gt;our friends' church&lt;/a&gt;. Mitch had finished praying for all who wanted a fresh touch or healing from God and was 'layed out' on the floor, basking in the glorious presence of Jesus. Robi-bird walked up front with me and was looking for Daddy. When she finally spotted him, she asked, "Oh, did Dad bam himself?" Uh, yeah. I guess so.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-2956740025225397525?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/2956740025225397525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=2956740025225397525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/2956740025225397525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/2956740025225397525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-wont-get-this-unless.html' title='you won&apos;t get this unless...'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-8147079329144023</id><published>2008-06-03T20:15:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:31:30.274-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the last 24 hours</title><content type='html'>Last night was Chandler's first and only 'played in' baseball game of the season. The last 3 that she could have made were rained out.  So, thankfully last night the weather cleared so they could play. The next 5 or so games, we will be on the road so she won't be playing in any of those either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before the game, she panicked because she had only been to 2 practices (and that was back at the beginning of the season) and she really wasn't confident in what to do.  With words of encouragement from Mommy, the coach and her teammates, she headed to the field, still pretty terrified. But she did great and even slid home for a score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SEX7r0kkT1I/AAAAAAAAATY/5YwWI7KiWuE/s1600-h/ball1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SEX7r0kkT1I/AAAAAAAAATY/5YwWI7KiWuE/s320/ball1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207845274388811602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SEX7tABCZmI/AAAAAAAAATg/P4Jj8Z_JxL4/s1600-h/ball2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SEX7tABCZmI/AAAAAAAAATg/P4Jj8Z_JxL4/s320/ball2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207845294640883298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, since I have a whole list of things to do before we head back out on Thursday - oops tomorrow, hubby just scheduled another service tomorrow night 1 1/2 hours away. Anyways, regardless of my list, I decided to head to the zoo, 1 1/2 hours in the other direction. Besides my three girls, I had my little sister (8 yr) and Robin took her buddy. Me and 5 kids. That is a sight you aren't often to see.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SEX8vSRLnOI/AAAAAAAAATw/JX0-xNLc10E/s1600-h/zoo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SEX8vSRLnOI/AAAAAAAAATw/JX0-xNLc10E/s320/zoo1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207846433411800290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SEX8vmQa1mI/AAAAAAAAAT4/2NPBW8iP4OQ/s1600-h/zoo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SEX8vmQa1mI/AAAAAAAAAT4/2NPBW8iP4OQ/s320/zoo2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207846438777312866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SEX8v8xmOGI/AAAAAAAAAUI/0f1G82qKAe0/s1600-h/zoo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SEX8v8xmOGI/AAAAAAAAAUI/0f1G82qKAe0/s320/zoo4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207846444822050914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SEX9VhkDxGI/AAAAAAAAAUo/e8gdAbLD9Dc/s1600-h/zoo5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SEX9VhkDxGI/AAAAAAAAAUo/e8gdAbLD9Dc/s320/zoo5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207847090352538722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I think I'll drive off with this rig. I'm gonna need it this month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SEX9OMtFHsI/AAAAAAAAAUg/wlAHR0mMhNs/s1600-h/zoo3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SEX9OMtFHsI/AAAAAAAAAUg/wlAHR0mMhNs/s320/zoo3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207846964494147266" 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/1777262196012133342-8147079329144023?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/8147079329144023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=8147079329144023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/8147079329144023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/8147079329144023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-24-hours.html' title='the last 24 hours'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SEX7r0kkT1I/AAAAAAAAATY/5YwWI7KiWuE/s72-c/ball1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-2922746878928930387</id><published>2008-06-02T19:51:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:31:30.658-06:00</updated><title type='text'>wonderful teachers</title><content type='html'>Here's a few photos of the teachers that blessed our lives this year. Every year we pray for the girls to have the right teachers for them, individually. We have been blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SESj7btTDfI/AAAAAAAAASw/prjmGYcWujc/s1600-h/mrsstauffer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SESj7btTDfI/AAAAAAAAASw/prjmGYcWujc/s320/mrsstauffer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207467310592495090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chandler with Mrs. S from 1st grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/_xd58QJAjDF0/SESj7uBEmYI/AAAAAAAAAS4/9NI-CRkkUss/s1600-h/mrsschluck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SESj7uBEmYI/AAAAAAAAAS4/9NI-CRkkUss/s320/mrsschluck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207467315507272066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Robin with her own Mrs. S in preschool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SESj7r5ObhI/AAAAAAAAATA/mo9hWjK7EGw/s1600-h/jacischool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SESj7r5ObhI/AAAAAAAAATA/mo9hWjK7EGw/s320/jacischool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207467314937490962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And actually we missed Jaci's teacher so here's her with a piece of artwork from the year. ;)&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/1777262196012133342-2922746878928930387?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/2922746878928930387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=2922746878928930387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/2922746878928930387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/2922746878928930387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/06/wonderful-teachers.html' title='wonderful teachers'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SESj7btTDfI/AAAAAAAAASw/prjmGYcWujc/s72-c/mrsstauffer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-1432861710023263746</id><published>2008-05-27T20:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T20:40:32.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>read aloud</title><content type='html'>I had the girls agree on a 'big book' for me to read aloud to them this summer. They chose Little Women. This wouldn't have been my first choice right now but they all agreed. So it's a good choice. We started today. I pray for consistency.  ;)  (The Hobbit is still sitting by my bed, bookmarked at like chapter 3)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-1432861710023263746?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/1432861710023263746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=1432861710023263746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/1432861710023263746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/1432861710023263746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/05/read-aloud.html' title='read aloud'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-6665238669573201804</id><published>2008-05-21T20:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T20:48:27.164-06:00</updated><title type='text'>last day of school</title><content type='html'>WooHoo! I don't know who's more excited, me or the kids, but today is the last day of school for 3 months. Yippee. I'm so ready to be able to stay up late and NOT have to be up before 6am. Not that we will be lounging all summer but changing up the busy is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have lofty goals to accomplish every summer and rarely accomplish much but nonetheless, this year is no different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The girls will rotate kitchen chores weekly. Those chores include: lunch helper, supper helper, table setter. I may relieve them of the unloading of the dishwasher for the summer....or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I want to teach the 2 older kids to do laundry. Not that I want them to fully take that job over but I want them to know how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I want atleast Jaci able to bake a cake from a mix and maybe some other baking. They've never done any sort of baking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by themselves&lt;/span&gt;. I know, bad mamma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Computer time will be limited to 30 minutes a day. They can break that up into 2 or 3 slots but no more than 30 minutes total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Scheduled reading time - on their own and together. I'm going to have them pick a book of the Bible to have finished by August, as I will have the entire Bible read by then. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Another fun thing I thought of.....I bought them each a notebook to write down their "See what God will do" moments. This is a mantra burning in my life right now. I want them to remember what they see God doing in these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling we'll be doing a fair amount of traveling most of the summer so these things will fit into life however and whenever we can. Hopefully. Yay for summer schedules!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-6665238669573201804?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/6665238669573201804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=6665238669573201804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/6665238669573201804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/6665238669573201804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-day-of-school.html' title='last day of school'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-4320055509725295437</id><published>2008-05-13T22:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T22:03:18.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>kindergarten is looming</title><content type='html'>We found out today that Robin will have the same Kindergarten teacher that Chandler had - Yay! We so love Mrs. S and her para Mrs. R. Amazing, fun ladies. Robin is going to have a blast this fall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Step Up Day" is on Monday. The older girls will visit their new classes for the last hour of the day and Robin (and us) will go in and explore her new classroom. Fun times. I will have a Kindergartener, a 2nd grader and a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5th&lt;/span&gt; grader in '08/'09. Where does time go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-4320055509725295437?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/4320055509725295437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=4320055509725295437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/4320055509725295437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/4320055509725295437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/05/kindergarten-is-looming.html' title='kindergarten is looming'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-7679939780823512919</id><published>2008-05-11T13:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:31:31.735-06:00</updated><title type='text'>catchin' up with the kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SCdQNDWCfzI/AAAAAAAAASA/Rj__gwOkOQU/s1600-h/andi1.jpg"&gt;I'm horrified that I haven't posted here in almost a month. Being a mamma has been a hoot these last weeks. The best time was when we were at DisneyWorld last week and watching the girls' faces. Especially Robin's. They had so much fun. I felt like a credit card commercial. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disney for a day - $350. Food for the day - only God knows. The look on my 4 year old's face when she saw Cinderella - priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Right after we got home, Chandler had her end-of-year field trip, which I was scheduled to go on. We took a hike down a local nature trail, which really wasn't as boring as I thought it might be. Here's a few photos....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picnic lunch first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SCdQNDWCfzI/AAAAAAAAASA/Rj__gwOkOQU/s1600-h/andi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SCdQNDWCfzI/AAAAAAAAASA/Rj__gwOkOQU/s320/andi1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199212479988793138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SCdQNDWCfzI/AAAAAAAAASA/Rj__gwOkOQU/s1600-h/andi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's nice to have good friends you can be goofy with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SCdQNDWCf0I/AAAAAAAAASI/UftAJxq4kKc/s1600-h/andi2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SCdQNDWCf0I/AAAAAAAAASI/UftAJxq4kKc/s320/andi2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199212479988793154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretty purple flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SCdQNTWCf1I/AAAAAAAAASQ/D8XBAOznfhM/s1600-h/andi3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SCdQNTWCf1I/AAAAAAAAASQ/D8XBAOznfhM/s320/andi3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199212484283760466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's the wise old owl. And our guide, though very environmentalist, was fantastic with the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SCdQNzWCf2I/AAAAAAAAASY/We2cCBsQpbo/s1600-h/andi4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SCdQNzWCf2I/AAAAAAAAASY/We2cCBsQpbo/s320/andi4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199212492873695074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, that's my brave baby, touching the nasty ol' snake. I didn't get anywhere close.  :)&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/_xd58QJAjDF0/SCdQNzWCf3I/AAAAAAAAASg/GDE50ataRZU/s1600-h/andi5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SCdQNzWCf3I/AAAAAAAAASg/GDE50ataRZU/s320/andi5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199212492873695090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a pretty place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SCdRBjWCf4I/AAAAAAAAASo/vhi1IWXy-kQ/s1600-h/andi6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SCdRBjWCf4I/AAAAAAAAASo/vhi1IWXy-kQ/s320/andi6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199213381931925378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-7679939780823512919?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/7679939780823512919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=7679939780823512919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/7679939780823512919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/7679939780823512919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/05/catchin-up-with-kids.html' title='catchin&apos; up with the kids'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SCdQNDWCfzI/AAAAAAAAASA/Rj__gwOkOQU/s72-c/andi1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-6799167390713365629</id><published>2008-04-15T20:10:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:31:32.059-06:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday glory</title><content type='html'>I'm going to continue reveling in my &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://javamamma.blogspot.com/2008/04/30-year-old-chick.html"&gt;30th birthday glory&lt;/a&gt; for another minute over here too. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids each bought me a gift 'from them'. They were excellent choices. Each one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaci bought me jewelry. Black necklace and black and silver bangle bracelets. With them, a card. In it, written: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thirty is great. It is the beginning of a new life. Your eldest daughter, Jaci &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She's 9&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chandler bought me scissors. (mine disappeared a while back and this indeed, was a fabulous gift) In her card?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thirty is good. Thirty is a birdy. From your middle child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Have a told you what a nut this one is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin bought a candle. A oh-so-yummy-smelling fruity, gel, jar candle. She didn't have any amazing words of wisdom, just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;. I'll take it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I was sick but, man, I was tearing up, feeling totally blessed, when they piled into my bed, bearing gifts that morning. Here's me and my 'middle child', helping me be happy at my surprise party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SAVh0mASjvI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vNzUh6D-xTk/s1600-h/daniandi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SAVh0mASjvI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vNzUh6D-xTk/s320/daniandi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189661701797220082" 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/1777262196012133342-6799167390713365629?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/6799167390713365629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=6799167390713365629' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/6799167390713365629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/6799167390713365629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/04/birthday-glory.html' title='birthday glory'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SAVh0mASjvI/AAAAAAAAAP4/vNzUh6D-xTk/s72-c/daniandi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-2269437242907410052</id><published>2008-04-05T17:49:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:31:32.201-06:00</updated><title type='text'>all growed up</title><content type='html'>My baby just went on her first sleepover last night. (sniff, sniff) I wasn't home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's stayed at Memo's (my mom's) lots of times and also a couple family friend's houses, while Mitch and I were away. But that was with her sisters and was instigated by mom and dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was her staying - with a friend -  by herself. I guess she's all growed up now. I also know this because her daddy just saw her swinging outside. And she can pump all by herself. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I'm in this mommy mode, can I recommend to you an amazing book that will make you cry? A teacher showed me &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1414300557/ref=reg_hu-wl_item-added"&gt;"Let Me Hold You Longer"&lt;/a&gt; a couple weeks ago - she warned me to grab the kleenex. Yep, I needed it.&lt;br /&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/_xd58QJAjDF0/R_gSnq7dhtI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Ow5qWA2EEF0/s1600-h/robin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R_gSnq7dhtI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Ow5qWA2EEF0/s320/robin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185915443665012434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Robi-bird   (12/06)&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/1777262196012133342-2269437242907410052?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/2269437242907410052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=2269437242907410052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/2269437242907410052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/2269437242907410052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/04/all-growed-up.html' title='all growed up'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R_gSnq7dhtI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Ow5qWA2EEF0/s72-c/robin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-6134908946790270154</id><published>2008-04-01T17:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:31:32.667-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and my crew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R_LFhq7dhmI/AAAAAAAAAOY/IvR8RvbQGBk/s1600-h/easterfam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R_LFhq7dhmI/AAAAAAAAAOY/IvR8RvbQGBk/s320/easterfam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184423303306905186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My princesses&lt;br /&gt;&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/_xd58QJAjDF0/R_LFh67dhnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/yO2rRyQ92d8/s1600-h/girlseaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R_LFh67dhnI/AAAAAAAAAOg/yO2rRyQ92d8/s320/girlseaster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184423307601872498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to have an 'acting big brother'&lt;br /&gt;(a great friend from church)&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/_xd58QJAjDF0/R_LFiK7dhoI/AAAAAAAAAOo/6n9y9ncWbJU/s1600-h/javingirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R_LFiK7dhoI/AAAAAAAAAOo/6n9y9ncWbJU/s320/javingirls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184423311896839810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the eggs - that horror of horrors, I didn't quite get HARD boiled. Soft-boiled easter eggs are not so resilient and quite messy to clean up after a lively easter egg hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R_LFiK7dhpI/AAAAAAAAAOw/o43UNziv9KE/s1600-h/eggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R_LFiK7dhpI/AAAAAAAAAOw/o43UNziv9KE/s320/eggs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184423311896839826" 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/1777262196012133342-6134908946790270154?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/6134908946790270154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=6134908946790270154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/6134908946790270154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/6134908946790270154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/04/easter-2008.html' title='Easter 2008'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R_LFhq7dhmI/AAAAAAAAAOY/IvR8RvbQGBk/s72-c/easterfam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-6776969709149739916</id><published>2008-03-21T22:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:31:32.965-06:00</updated><title type='text'>random photos from the last couple weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Super Sunday! Chandler with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R-SFm67dhbI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jZNZ9F2g55M/s1600-h/supersunday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R-SFm67dhbI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jZNZ9F2g55M/s320/supersunday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180412375083091378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My little Robi-bird with baby Phin (belonging to &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://reallyniceday.blogspot.com"&gt;this hip chic&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R-SFnK7dhcI/AAAAAAAAAMs/X-3e-anXe0w/s1600-h/robphin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R-SFnK7dhcI/AAAAAAAAAMs/X-3e-anXe0w/s320/robphin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180412379378058690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jaci with her student teacher who left a couple weeks ago. (she called Jaci her little twin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R-SFnK7dhdI/AAAAAAAAAM0/AMusUNs2TNM/s1600-h/jacisuiter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R-SFnK7dhdI/AAAAAAAAAM0/AMusUNs2TNM/s320/jacisuiter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180412379378058706" 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/1777262196012133342-6776969709149739916?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/6776969709149739916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=6776969709149739916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/6776969709149739916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/6776969709149739916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/03/random-photos-from-last-couple-weeks.html' title='random photos from the last couple weeks'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R-SFm67dhbI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jZNZ9F2g55M/s72-c/supersunday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-8722977927691928654</id><published>2008-03-11T17:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T17:40:13.357-06:00</updated><title type='text'>one heckuva man</title><content type='html'>I've been blessed the last few weeks while observing My Beloved be Daddy to his girls. He has taken over taking the girls to school 2 mornings a week. Those 20 minute morning drives are filled with Daddy and his girls talking to Jesus in their 'tongues'. He told me their focus right now is our finances. Bless God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then lately {like the last 2 days} it's been really nice outside. Mitch and the three girls have been playing baseball in the front yard. Looks like they all have quite a hit when Daddy pitches to them. I've heard about more 'homers' in the last 48 hours than I have in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one more. I had a Ladies Night at church last night. Mitch made chocolate chip cookies with the girls. And just know, the kitchen is not Mitch's natural habitat. The few cookies that actually got baked - they ate most of the dough - were pretty stinkin' good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed. My girls are blessed. We got ourselves one heckuva man in this house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-8722977927691928654?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/8722977927691928654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=8722977927691928654' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/8722977927691928654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/8722977927691928654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-heckuva-man.html' title='one heckuva man'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-6573000786747981291</id><published>2008-03-05T16:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T16:15:17.988-06:00</updated><title type='text'>just plain weird</title><content type='html'>A few years ago, when I had three children 5 and under, I dreamed of even 20 minutes alone. It seemed like 'me time' was non-existent, as it probably was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm home again, though just for an hour, by myself. Mitch is still at work and the girls at an hour long after-school class at a church (not ours). This is after 2 kids were in school all day. One was at preschool for the morning. I had bible study so technically, I wasn't alone this morning. But my point is this, I never dreamed I would have so much 'alone time'. If you would have told me, in the midst of diapers and 'juicie', that I would have a quiet house with no little people chattering, in just a few short years. Honestly, I would have laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now some would say it's wrong or selfish to have the kids gone for multiple hours during the day. Some would be rejoicing at activities that keep the kids away and the house quiet. I just say, it's weird. It's not good, not bad. Just plain weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-6573000786747981291?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/6573000786747981291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=6573000786747981291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/6573000786747981291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/6573000786747981291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-plain-weird.html' title='just plain weird'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-4185167240817317734</id><published>2008-02-29T22:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T22:16:31.809-06:00</updated><title type='text'>no photos</title><content type='html'>If I was a good mamma, this post would be full of photos of our venture to the Children's Museum yesterday. Alas, no photos. But we really did go to the Children's Museum - which we have a yearlong pass to {complements of my parents} - and we had a great time. I love a place that can keep all three of my girls {ages 4, 7, and 9} busy. We even got to chill and read a few books together on the book-reading mat. Good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-4185167240817317734?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/4185167240817317734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=4185167240817317734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/4185167240817317734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/4185167240817317734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-photos.html' title='no photos'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-6055974235806849350</id><published>2008-02-16T13:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:31:33.382-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy-Daughter Date Night</title><content type='html'>Last night Mitch took Jaci and Chandler to a Youth Center-sponsored date night. They had a nice dinner, made a craft or two and danced the night away....well for a couple hours anyway. Robin and I fell asleep on the couch watching &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://dsc.discovery.com/fansites/manvswild/manvswild.html"&gt;Man vs. Wild&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple photos of the lovely threesome....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R7c3yloIbEI/AAAAAAAAAL0/hwmpROhQocE/s1600-h/mitchgirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R7c3yloIbEI/AAAAAAAAAL0/hwmpROhQocE/s320/mitchgirls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167660439664356418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R7c3zFoIbFI/AAAAAAAAAL8/1Ge9JupFTJc/s1600-h/mitchjaci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R7c3zFoIbFI/AAAAAAAAAL8/1Ge9JupFTJc/s320/mitchjaci.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167660448254291026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R7c3zloIbGI/AAAAAAAAAME/erKOEbtvIM0/s1600-h/mitchandi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R7c3zloIbGI/AAAAAAAAAME/erKOEbtvIM0/s320/mitchandi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167660456844225634" 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/1777262196012133342-6055974235806849350?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/6055974235806849350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=6055974235806849350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/6055974235806849350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/6055974235806849350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/02/daddy-daughter-date-night.html' title='Daddy-Daughter Date Night'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R7c3yloIbEI/AAAAAAAAAL0/hwmpROhQocE/s72-c/mitchgirls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-8731562005796087505</id><published>2008-02-12T17:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T17:57:38.147-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the pigeon is a hoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/DANIST%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/DANIST%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/DANIST%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;If you want to read some great, fun, fluffy, no lessons-learned books to your kids - I recommend any of &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;" href="http://www.amazon.com/Dont-Let-Pigeon-Drive-Bus/dp/B000EGF0Q4/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1202860440&amp;amp;sr=1-4"&gt;THESE&lt;/a&gt; books by &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.mowillems.com/"&gt;Mo Willems&lt;/a&gt;. I was introduced to the 'pigeon' last year when my middle baby was in Kindergarten. Since then, we've added several of Mo's pigeon books to our little library. And I've laughed with my kiddos a little bit more. Well, maybe a lot more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-8731562005796087505?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/8731562005796087505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=8731562005796087505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/8731562005796087505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/8731562005796087505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/02/pigeon-is-hoot.html' title='the pigeon is a hoot'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-3135668383339525120</id><published>2008-02-03T15:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:31:33.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday bab-ay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R6Y12bXBwNI/AAAAAAAAALs/9AebaxVs0To/s1600-h/andi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R6Y12bXBwNI/AAAAAAAAALs/9AebaxVs0To/s320/andi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162873232000401618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Chandler Hope! My middle princess turns 7 today! Chandler (Andi, for the first few years of life) is truly a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'light of hope'&lt;/span&gt;. She was born at the beginning of the roughest year of our lives. (church remodel, {extended} family trouble....) She brought joy in the midst of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still is our little joy bringer, the nuttiest of our girls. She makes us laugh constantly but is also the biggest snuggle-bug of the house. She's definitely 'daddy's girl'. Not only does she love on him constantly, her personality is practically identical to Mitch's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A willing helper. A giver of MANY cards and gifts. A brilliant reader, writer and illustrator. Often the highlight of my day is reading her journal page from school - with illustrations at the top. A couple of examples....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"On Sunday my little sister pict &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(puked)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; on me. On Thursday my grandma came over. On Friday I went to a resepshen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(reception)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure the teacher loved this one. The illustration was, of course, of the puking sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I need many things. I need air so I can live. I need a home so I don't get cold. I need a cat so I am not lonly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This one was written at a time when we were contemplating getting rid of the cat. I wanted to throw up when I read this - as opposed to a good mamma who would be brought to tears. The illustration on this one? Her saying to the cat "I love you" and the cat purring back. Puh-leez. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a collector of turtles so that was our theme this birthday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R6Y11bXBwLI/AAAAAAAAALc/oaM5PfBp6pE/s1600-h/turtle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R6Y11bXBwLI/AAAAAAAAALc/oaM5PfBp6pE/s320/turtle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162873214820532402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R6Y11rXBwMI/AAAAAAAAALk/8e-GB0HIwE0/s1600-h/andicake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R6Y11rXBwMI/AAAAAAAAALk/8e-GB0HIwE0/s320/andicake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162873219115499714" 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/1777262196012133342-3135668383339525120?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/3135668383339525120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=3135668383339525120' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/3135668383339525120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/3135668383339525120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/02/birthday-bab-ay.html' title='birthday bab-ay'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R6Y12bXBwNI/AAAAAAAAALs/9AebaxVs0To/s72-c/andi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-9032272074813964067</id><published>2008-01-28T21:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T21:48:36.682-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it's on my list</title><content type='html'>We took the kids to see &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://www.veggiepirates.com/"&gt;"The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything"&lt;/a&gt; tonight. Very cute. I'm a Veggie Tales fan. Even since they 'compromised' by not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; doing bible stories. For my 16th birthday party - I had a houseful of friends all watching "O Where is my Hairbrush" and the like.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chandler's new line? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It's on my list." &lt;/span&gt;Ya gotta see the movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-9032272074813964067?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/9032272074813964067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=9032272074813964067' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/9032272074813964067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/9032272074813964067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-on-my-list.html' title='it&apos;s on my list'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-3711123669764965740</id><published>2008-01-23T08:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T09:03:14.182-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am blessed when....</title><content type='html'>....my 1st grader gives my 4th grader a practice spelling test to help her study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....my 4 year old belts out spontaneous songs to Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....my oldest creates something very nifty with her art supplies - no instructions needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....I get an email from my {almost} 7 year old to see how my day went. Or when I find she's emailed good family friends to love on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....I find my two oldest ladies at the table with their own breakfast when I pull myself out of bed at 6am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....my girls all pray in 'their tongues' together with Mommy and Daddy to get closer to Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-3711123669764965740?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/3711123669764965740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=3711123669764965740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/3711123669764965740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/3711123669764965740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-blessed-when.html' title='I am blessed when....'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-4860741124605356898</id><published>2008-01-13T21:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T21:19:27.442-06:00</updated><title type='text'>kids' homepage</title><content type='html'>Have you all seen this?   &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://kid-surf.com"&gt;kid-surf.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids are on the internet pretty much everyday. They go to the veggie tales site, noggin, and a few other sites. The older two each have a yahoo email address and email frequently. They get on our family calender and check off their chore lists, as well as check out the schedule for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this discovery has me pumped. Using kid-surf as their homepage, they can only go to the sites I've put in for them. You can even set a timer to shut them off when their time is up. The kids haven't got a chance to see their new set up because it's past their bedtime but I'm thinking this deal is a good'un...for all of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-4860741124605356898?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/4860741124605356898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=4860741124605356898' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/4860741124605356898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/4860741124605356898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/01/kids-homepage.html' title='kids&apos; homepage'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-2351947466946716096</id><published>2008-01-12T22:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T22:28:41.235-06:00</updated><title type='text'>cheap(er) popcorn</title><content type='html'>So the first week back to school is now behind us. The kids are getting back into the swing of things and I'm trying to.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big girls brought home their report cards and I was blessed. The girls continue to do well and that makes me very proud and way happy. Thank God for His grace to walk the path for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided that a trip to the movies, well, namely THE movie called &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);" href="http://veggiepirates.com/"&gt;'The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything'&lt;/a&gt; would be reward for good grades this time around. So we'll watch for that to come to the nearest &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; theater around. Meaning we won't go to the city this weekend but wait for it to come 'round to the bigger little town 15 minutes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippee for A's and for proud mamma's and for pirates (that look like cucumbers) and small theaters with cheap(er) popcorn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-2351947466946716096?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/2351947466946716096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=2351947466946716096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/2351947466946716096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/2351947466946716096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/01/cheaper-popcorn.html' title='cheap(er) popcorn'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-271430614269442807</id><published>2008-01-07T22:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T22:38:18.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it's back to school for the booga's</title><content type='html'>After 2 1/2 weeks of pure freedom, it's time for the kiddos to return to the daily ritual called school. They haven't complained and I know they're ready. Being home and goofing off is fun only for a while, then boredom sets in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, personally, am terrified. We haven't had a bedtime/wakeup routine for 2 1/2 weeks now and my body clock isn't ready for this so I'm SURE their's isn't. They did do good about heading to bed at 8:45 and I do believe every one of them was asleep by 9. Whew. Now just getting up in the morning.... God help us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-271430614269442807?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/271430614269442807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=271430614269442807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/271430614269442807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/271430614269442807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-back-to-school-for-boogas.html' title='it&apos;s back to school for the booga&apos;s'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-5465340724716913861</id><published>2007-12-23T21:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:31:33.921-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a lullaby of love....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R28r9SZI1gI/AAAAAAAAALE/rZ7L5zTH6us/s1600-h/kidssong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R28r9SZI1gI/AAAAAAAAALE/rZ7L5zTH6us/s400/kidssong.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147381231017055746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids sang a few Christmas songs this morning. They did a great job - standing nice, singing nice and exiting nice. Of course, we had a nose picker or two but you just can't have a kids' event without that can you now?  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're thinking we have an abnormal amount of black children for a tiny town right in the middle of the US. You're right. We are quite multi-cultural for Hick-ville, Nebraska! It's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't guessed from seeing other photos - my two older girls are in the back row. Chandler at the far left in the back row. Jaci is fourth from the right in the back row. Robin is second in on the left in the front row. She just commented on how she got to stand between her two best friends.  And so she did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-5465340724716913861?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/5465340724716913861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=5465340724716913861' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/5465340724716913861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/5465340724716913861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/12/lullaby-of-love.html' title='a lullaby of love....'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R28r9SZI1gI/AAAAAAAAALE/rZ7L5zTH6us/s72-c/kidssong.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-5221328471119566226</id><published>2007-12-22T11:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:31:34.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>me an' my girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R21JdCZI1dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UcUQZ3Jrff4/s1600-h/nails.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R21JdCZI1dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UcUQZ3Jrff4/s400/nails.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146850712361686482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See our pretty nails? After taking off work an hour early so I could pick the kids up on their last day of school before Christmas break - we headed to the city. The salon I get my acrylic nails done at, polishes young girls' (6 and under) nails free. So for a whole $18 I got my fill &amp;amp; polish and my 3 girls' nails polished. Not a bad price for 3 (well, 4) grinning princesses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go all out and took the girls to &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://www.coldstonecreamery.com/"&gt;Cold Stone&lt;/a&gt; for some fantastic ice cream (hello, &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://www.coldstonecreamery.com/icecream/signature_creations.html"&gt;Mudpie Mojo!&lt;/a&gt;) before heading back home to Daddy. We even stopped and picked up pizza on the way home. I think this could become a 'tradition' - if we actually had traditions in our family. {Ya see, we're liquid. We don't do things the same twice, ever. We kinda f-l-o-w through life. Really. It's my husband's fault. ;) }&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, the fun has begun and will continue for 2 whole weeks while the girlies are stuck with Mommy, all day, everyday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-5221328471119566226?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/5221328471119566226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=5221328471119566226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/5221328471119566226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/5221328471119566226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/12/me-my-girls.html' title='me an&apos; my girls'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R21JdCZI1dI/AAAAAAAAAKs/UcUQZ3Jrff4/s72-c/nails.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-4964495428383601301</id><published>2007-12-19T22:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T22:12:42.225-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4 year old conversation</title><content type='html'>As I was taking my 4 year old and her little friend to preschool the other day, this is the conversation I overheard. Mind you, they are FOUR -not fourteen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Dad is WEIRD! Not my Mom. Just my Dad is weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, my Dad AND my Mom are weird!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tm'd hubby to let him know the news. He disagrees.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-4964495428383601301?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/4964495428383601301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=4964495428383601301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/4964495428383601301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/4964495428383601301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/12/4-year-old-conversation.html' title='4 year old conversation'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-205202202732219519</id><published>2007-12-08T21:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:31:34.461-06:00</updated><title type='text'>generosity with a selfish twist</title><content type='html'>The girls all took some {hard-earned} money to Dollar Tree last night and bought gifts. Jaci and Chandler bought for our immediate family and then a friend or two. Robin bought one gift for a little friend and a pair of high heels ( you know the cheap, plastic kind) for herself. But today, while everyone was wrapping gifts, she decided those shoes should go to another one of her friends. Because, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OTHER people are supposed to buy me stuff, Mom&lt;/span&gt;". Very generous of you 3rd born daughter - even if there was a selfish twist to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the kiddos holding their self-bought and self-wrapped gifts, that they are DYING to give NOW, in front of our tree - bought today in 16 degree weather (probably with a negative wind chill). Fun memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R1tpgGBD4RI/AAAAAAAAAI8/u21PIFq6lDo/s1600-h/girlstree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R1tpgGBD4RI/AAAAAAAAAI8/u21PIFq6lDo/s320/girlstree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141819399665344786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R1tpgWBD4SI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Cw3Bf-Slvew/s1600-h/girlstree2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R1tpgWBD4SI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Cw3Bf-Slvew/s320/girlstree2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141819403960312098" 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/1777262196012133342-205202202732219519?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/205202202732219519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=205202202732219519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/205202202732219519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/205202202732219519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/12/generosity-with-selfish-twist.html' title='generosity with a selfish twist'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R1tpgGBD4RI/AAAAAAAAAI8/u21PIFq6lDo/s72-c/girlstree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-7444237568292857279</id><published>2007-12-03T17:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T17:05:03.502-06:00</updated><title type='text'>good golly</title><content type='html'>I already have to holler at my 4 year old (NUMEROUS times) to TURN DOWN THE RADIO. Good golly. What is it going to be like when she's 14?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-7444237568292857279?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/7444237568292857279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=7444237568292857279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/7444237568292857279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/7444237568292857279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/12/good-golly.html' title='good golly'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-583506026722910352</id><published>2007-11-22T17:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:31:34.851-06:00</updated><title type='text'>photos of the rooms</title><content type='html'>JACI'S NEW ROOM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R0YSTBFs3pI/AAAAAAAAAIc/SX2w-Dw-Awk/s1600-h/jwall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R0YSTBFs3pI/AAAAAAAAAIc/SX2w-Dw-Awk/s320/jwall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135812542981791378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R0YSTRFs3qI/AAAAAAAAAIk/thl2PjhkwUI/s1600-h/jroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R0YSTRFs3qI/AAAAAAAAAIk/thl2PjhkwUI/s320/jroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135812547276758690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHANDLER &amp;amp; ROBIN'S NEW ROOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R0YSrhFs3rI/AAAAAAAAAIs/YxhfrTZBMSw/s1600-h/cwall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R0YSrhFs3rI/AAAAAAAAAIs/YxhfrTZBMSw/s320/cwall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135812963888586418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R0YSrxFs3sI/AAAAAAAAAI0/-86cL5bQmkM/s1600-h/croom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R0YSrxFs3sI/AAAAAAAAAI0/-86cL5bQmkM/s320/croom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135812968183553730" 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/1777262196012133342-583506026722910352?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/583506026722910352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=583506026722910352' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/583506026722910352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/583506026722910352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/11/photos-of-rooms.html' title='photos of the rooms'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/R0YSTBFs3pI/AAAAAAAAAIc/SX2w-Dw-Awk/s72-c/jwall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-4066363946413385585</id><published>2007-11-05T18:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T18:35:29.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>you're killin' me</title><content type='html'>Have I said how much my kids crack me up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitch and I have been in discussion about getting rid of the cat. She's gotten really big since &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/04/first-tooth-lost.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;these days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and she's pretty much a nuisance. The only child who would probably mourn this loss is Chandler. Tonight Mitch asked Chandler what she thought about letting Jane go live in the country, in someone's barn. (wink, wink) Chandler wanted to know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Because she's kinda a pain in the butt"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Well, sometimes Robin is a pain in the butt."&lt;/span&gt; Implying that we would never get rid of little sister just because SHE was a pain in the butt. HA! What a smartie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-4066363946413385585?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/4066363946413385585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=4066363946413385585' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/4066363946413385585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/4066363946413385585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/11/youre-killin-me.html' title='you&apos;re killin&apos; me'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-5494398155436287940</id><published>2007-11-01T17:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:31:35.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>our church's annual Harvest Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/RypehNTiI2I/AAAAAAAAAHo/L-81FJ9rcTg/s1600-h/fallgirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/RypehNTiI2I/AAAAAAAAAHo/L-81FJ9rcTg/s320/fallgirls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128015050315015010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jaci is 'Kim Riley', an amazing woman from our church, worthy of being admired. She brought some of her own duds for Jaci to borrow for the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/RypehtTiI3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/08nVyk8T8rs/s1600-h/jacikim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/RypehtTiI3I/AAAAAAAAAHw/08nVyk8T8rs/s320/jacikim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128015058904949618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chandler is....Pink Panther. My creative bone amazes me (ha!). Chandler decided unwaveringly to be Pink Panther about 2 weeks ago. I'm glad the look didn't require too much ingenuity from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/RypehtTiI4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/GLRXBFZUCxQ/s1600-h/pnkpnthr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/RypehtTiI4I/AAAAAAAAAH4/GLRXBFZUCxQ/s320/pnkpnthr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128015058904949634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin wanted to be Cinderella. I'm glad that dress from a 'gently used' kids clothes store was her pick for a Cinderella dress. Throw in a tiara we already had and some new church shoes she needed anyway and wala, it's Cinderella!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/Rypeh9TiI5I/AAAAAAAAAIA/P1rPN7Oj1D8/s1600-h/robchan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/Rypeh9TiI5I/AAAAAAAAAIA/P1rPN7Oj1D8/s320/robchan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128015063199916946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my kids are brilliant at costumes. Pretty much everything I had to buy can be used in everyday use too - pink sweats, church clothes, pink headband (minus the foam ears)..... Yay for us not spending $20 + (each) on stuff we'll never wear again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I even 'dressed up'. A camouflage shirt ($5 at Wal-Mart) with some jeans and my camo ballet flats - oh, and a black stocking cap. I was the Enemy's worst nightmare - secret agent style. Hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-5494398155436287940?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/5494398155436287940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=5494398155436287940' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/5494398155436287940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/5494398155436287940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/11/our-churchs-annual-harvest-party.html' title='our church&apos;s annual Harvest Party'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/RypehNTiI2I/AAAAAAAAAHo/L-81FJ9rcTg/s72-c/fallgirls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-4924167375706065994</id><published>2007-10-24T20:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T20:14:50.554-06:00</updated><title type='text'>intercessor in training</title><content type='html'>Yep, that's my 4 year old. Tonight we prayed through our church. It's been a wild last couple of months and things were honestly beginning to feel a little defiled. Call it Halloween evil spirits in the air or just intensified demonic activity in our region but we needed some Light to cut through some darkness and heaviness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we met with our 'elder' and his wife and prayed through the church. I decided to touch and pray over every 'door post' - each doorway. Robin tagged along. She mimicked me as I prayed over the first door, then the second. Then she took charge. Praying that bad people couldn't come in and mess up our church, because it's OUR church. Praying that bad people wouldn't come in and use our kitchen stuff, because it's B.C. (our town). It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ended up praying over every pew (yes, pews but chairs will be ordered soon, God willing!). She prayed over the offering plates with us. I'm not sure of all the pleas to Jesus but I do know one was for the football team. (maybe she has some prophetic insight?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a blessing seeing your kids pray more than just over the food or the day. I encouraged her that Jesus heard her prayers and that He can make things happen when we ask Him to be involved. Yep, it was one of those 'blessed-to-see-signs-of-a-legacy' moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-4924167375706065994?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/4924167375706065994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=4924167375706065994' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/4924167375706065994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/4924167375706065994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/10/intercessor-in-training.html' title='intercessor in training'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-7509869926849368918</id><published>2007-10-18T17:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T17:47:42.524-06:00</updated><title type='text'>classic moment</title><content type='html'>If you have never seen &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0383216/"&gt;The Pink Panther&lt;/a&gt; - like the one with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real &lt;/span&gt;people (as my kids say), you won't think this is the slightest bit funny. If you have seen it - you know where I'm comin' from...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night we were at Wendy's eating our dinner off the dollar menu. Chandler (6) started talking about compound words, so the family started listing a few. Mitch says, 'hamburger' with that true Steve Martin accent. So Jaci spouts off, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I have got two dam-bugas in my pocket."&lt;/span&gt; I about spewed my Coke. It was truly a classic moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-7509869926849368918?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/7509869926849368918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=7509869926849368918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/7509869926849368918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/7509869926849368918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/10/classic-moment.html' title='classic moment'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-553093641144470319</id><published>2007-10-16T21:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:31:35.557-06:00</updated><title type='text'>businesswoman in the making</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/RxWCWMfZBuI/AAAAAAAAAHE/yYa5r8n84zU/s1600-h/purpcow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/RxWCWMfZBuI/AAAAAAAAAHE/yYa5r8n84zU/s320/purpcow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122143469025429218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The name of the book my 6 1/2 year old is reading aloud to her Daddy is &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://www.amazon.com/Purple-Cow-Transform-Business-Remarkable/dp/159184021X/ref=pd_bbs_2/102-3110929-1184958?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1192592100&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;"The Purple Cow"&lt;/a&gt;. Though this sounds like a children's book, it is not. It's about being remarkable in the business world. She's learnin' young!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-553093641144470319?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/553093641144470319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=553093641144470319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/553093641144470319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/553093641144470319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/10/businesswoman-in-making.html' title='businesswoman in the making'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/RxWCWMfZBuI/AAAAAAAAAHE/yYa5r8n84zU/s72-c/purpcow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-4881543110614449896</id><published>2007-10-09T20:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T20:31:53.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>progress reports</title><content type='html'>Today was parent/teacher conferences. We weren't too concerned since we stay pretty 'in touch' anyways. I love our school system. I know we're extremely blessed and it's not this good some places (OK, most places) but God definitely has His hand in our schooling decisions. Jaci's teacher has been at that school 14+ years. And Chandler's teacher has been there 24 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chandler is the little star student, excelling in everything. She is very attentive and extremely neat in her work. (That spirit of perfectionism will challenge her character in years to come) The only thing that wasn't off the charts was her ability to do push-ups in Gym class. Darn. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaci is doing fabulous. Last year started off with her having to play catch up a little, after homeschooling the first years of her life. I'm amazed at where she is now, a year later - reading, spelling, writing - all things that she somewhat struggled in last year, she's got an 'A' in! She is very driven in her desire to excel. (Keep up the drive, baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so thankful that God has placed us in this area. Our principal is a Christian, the superintendent is too, as well as many of the teachers. The environment at the school is very peaceful and I can be as involved as I want too. Actually, just today I was asked if I was interested in being a substitute 'para' for the teachers. (teacher's aide) For sure - I like doing life with my kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-4881543110614449896?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/4881543110614449896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=4881543110614449896' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/4881543110614449896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/4881543110614449896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/10/progress-reports.html' title='progress reports'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-7394861623614093566</id><published>2007-10-01T19:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T19:26:41.248-06:00</updated><title type='text'>furry nose</title><content type='html'>Robin's exclamation tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"He did it! Dad's cutting the fur out of his nose!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-7394861623614093566?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/7394861623614093566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=7394861623614093566' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/7394861623614093566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/7394861623614093566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/10/furry-nose.html' title='furry nose'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-5581715563457078181</id><published>2007-09-30T19:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T19:20:26.449-06:00</updated><title type='text'>if the shoe fits</title><content type='html'>My kids really do crack me up on a daily basis. Even on days (like last night) when I want to tie them to the couch because they are soooo 'outta control' at Wal-Mart. But thank God, we live through those moments to indulge in the next 'melt mamma's heart' moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crack me up kinda moment... Chandler put a sign on her door. It says, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If the shoe fits.... tie it"&lt;/span&gt;. What?!?! Apparently, they have this sign at school. And she wanted a replicate on her bedroom door. Okaaayyy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-5581715563457078181?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/5581715563457078181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=5581715563457078181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/5581715563457078181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/5581715563457078181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-shoe-fits.html' title='if the shoe fits'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-6181868201174097676</id><published>2007-09-19T13:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T13:30:27.438-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I suggest....</title><content type='html'>Robin had preschool this morning which meant she needed to get up at the same time as the big girls. Last night, as I was putting them to bed, she told me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I w'gest you wake me up."&lt;/span&gt; Very good suggestion, darling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-6181868201174097676?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/6181868201174097676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=6181868201174097676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/6181868201174097676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/6181868201174097676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-suggest.html' title='I suggest....'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-9193082820836150423</id><published>2007-09-11T08:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T08:28:28.952-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my kids make me laugh</title><content type='html'>After this post and the last you'll think I'm a completely heathen mamma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning on the way to school, the kids were pretty wound up. Chalk it up to Daddy coming home tonight or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chandler sings, *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Move your body nice, and smooth and saucy..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think she's seen &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://www.amazon.com/Madagascar-Widescreen-Stephen-Apostolina/dp/B00005JNX0/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/105-9680244-7505237?ie=UTF8&amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1189520846&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;'Madagascar'&lt;/a&gt; too many times? I'm sure I won't laugh near as much in ten years if she really is moving her body &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nice and smooth and saucy&lt;/span&gt; but today it was doggone funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* That's her exact words. I'm not sure of the exact lyrics, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-9193082820836150423?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/9193082820836150423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=9193082820836150423' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/9193082820836150423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/9193082820836150423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-kids-make-me-laugh.html' title='my kids make me laugh'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-8945741256140169526</id><published>2007-09-05T17:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T17:08:50.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>dirty little secrets</title><content type='html'>I pay my kids a dime each day for taking a vitamin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-8945741256140169526?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/8945741256140169526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=8945741256140169526' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/8945741256140169526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/8945741256140169526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/09/dirty-little-secrets.html' title='dirty little secrets'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-3836949172793259909</id><published>2007-09-04T20:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T20:40:18.749-06:00</updated><title type='text'>cold lunches</title><content type='html'>I was going to comment on the comment on the last post and figured it probably would be too long. So, though I have no real ingenious ideas, here's what goes into the lunch boxes of my girls....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches - turkey, cheese, pb (no j for my picky kids)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasta Salad - toss leftover pasta with some italian dressing and that makes my girls happy. you could throw some chopped veggies, diced cheese, pepperoni, diced ham or whatever they like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meat, Cheese, Crackers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lettuce Salad - this is a rarity, but sometimes Jaci wants salad. she doesn't like anything extravagant so it works for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold wraps - anything you put on sandwiches can go in a tortilla. Chandler has had me melt cheese on a tortilla and wrap it in foil with hopes it would still be warm at lunch. I don't think it was, but she didn't mind. of course, now maybe I could squish it into a thermos, eh &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://stillhisgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cindy&lt;/a&gt;?  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of thermos... We bought cheap thermoses this year (and may have to upgrade) but that does open up a world of possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ramen Noodles, Soups, cheesy burritos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids don't like chips and salsa but if they did, I'd do that. I don't buy things lunch-box convenience-packaged very often (we go through LOTS of snack-sized baggies) but every once in a while I let them pick a &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://www.kraftfoods.com/lunchablesmom/"&gt;Lunchable&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a rule, they have to take a fruit or veggie. Usually it's carrot sticks or apple wedges. I dip the apple wedges in lemon juice to keep them from turning brown before lunch. Sometimes, Chandler will do a banana or grapes. They don't like canned fruit, otherwise you could do cute little fruit cups. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They usually throw in pretzels or chips. We love string cheese around here. Sometimes (rarely) I get fruit roll ups or fruit snacks. And right now I have a case of pudding in the cupboard from &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://www.samsclub.com/shopping/index.jsp"&gt;Sam's Club&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought little drink bottles that they filled with yucky Country Time powdered lemonade last year. This year I vowed to cut down on sugary drinks. They do water bottles (I splurged on the &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://www.samsclub.com/shopping/navigate.do?dest=5&amp;item=361516"&gt;Aquapods&lt;/a&gt;) or juice packs because they don't drink milk really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kraft has a &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.kraftfoods.com/kf/ff/bts/lunchIdeas.htm"&gt;Lunchbox builder website&lt;/a&gt;. To me, it's basically a different spin on the same ol', same ol' but sometimes that's all ya need!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-3836949172793259909?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/3836949172793259909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=3836949172793259909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/3836949172793259909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/3836949172793259909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/09/cold-lunches.html' title='cold lunches'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-7795487849612743412</id><published>2007-09-01T16:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T16:43:08.655-06:00</updated><title type='text'>how's school going?</title><content type='html'>We all seem to be acclimating well into the school year schedule. You'd think the girls have grown up all their lives in this school, the way it's all so natural to them. Even with new teachers, it's all good. So, what does our day look like since I'm no longer a homeschool mamma? So glad you asked. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:50 - I'm up and to the shower. I can rush and be ready in about 30-40 minutes but I like having a tad of time to sip a cup of coffee while applying my 'face'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:50 -  I wake up the big girls and they have a 'gourmet' breakfast of a bowl of cold cereal or {the latest fave} a frozen Eggo.... with juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00 - I like to wake Robin up a little later so I don't have THREE kids barking breakfast orders. So after Jaci and Chandler are happily munching away, I bring the third child to the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they munch, I've been reading the first verse of the Proverb of the day. We discuss what it means and how it applies to them and hopefully their day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they eat, it's off for clothes, hair and teeth. I'm already seeing that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; better move to the downstairs bathroom in the not too distant future because even three &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;young&lt;/span&gt; girls in one bathroom is a trick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully they're ready in time to feed and water the cat before we head out, otherwise she's left in daddy's care. To save time in the mornings, they pick their clothes out the night before and pack lunches the night before {if they don't like the hot lunch menu for the day}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:40 - We load up to pick up the other little chica who goes to preschool with Robin. Then we head east, their school is 18 minutes away...taking the interstate. (If we're running late, we take the dirt road - it saves us 4 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:05 - We've dropped the big girls off and now I have 20 minutes to kill before I can drop the preschoolers off. Sometimes, I stop and get a cup of 'Jamaican me Crazy' coffee. It's good! Since, it's nice out, we usually play at the playground for a few minutes or take a little walk before going into preschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30 - Now, that I'm child-free, I head home. This is where my schedule gets fuzzy. Here are my 'intentions'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday mornings - spend with hubby. It's his day off so we've declared it 'date morning'....after he returns from Romania anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to spend that 9:00 hour with Jesus the rest of the days. Then I'll have a little time to breeze through some housework before heading to work at 11am on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin gets home from preschool around noon. So we eat lunch together and then do whatever's on the days list. Of course, now I'll be working some so those days are different....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:40 - Time to head east again. The girls get out at 3:15 but I like to actually find a parking place so I like getting there around 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:40 - When we get home, the girls have a snack and work on homework - which has been very light so far. (yay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:00 - I begin supper prep (oh yeah, I'll have to cook again since hubby's done with his fast) and we eat between 5:30 and 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00 - The girls begin their 'next day prep' {lunches, clothes, backpacks} and then get into pj's so they can mellow down before heading to bed about 8:30. If it's before 9, I like to read to them from a 'classic' and we started "Little Women" but haven't read for a week or so. The version of Little Women I started, I hate. It's huge and intimidating to ME so I'll either find the original or maybe move on to something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot how nice it is to have an hour, or two, (or three...) to wind down before heading to bed myself. My PLAN is to work out after the girls are down - either jog (while it's still nice outside) or pop in a kick-boxing video. We'll see how this goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's a quic...er, a somewhat detailed version of what a day looks like at my house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-7795487849612743412?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/7795487849612743412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=7795487849612743412' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/7795487849612743412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/7795487849612743412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/09/hows-school-going.html' title='how&apos;s school going?'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-4589657600335437580</id><published>2007-08-24T19:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T19:24:06.002-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a little somethin' we do</title><content type='html'>Last night, we took the girls to McDonald's (their choice). It wasn't on the agenda but something happened earlier in the day to warrant the trip to the fast food joint of their choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, My Beloved made a commitment to them YEARS ago, that.... when we get comments from strangers on their good behavior (NOT how cute they are, that would drive us to the poor house :o&gt;) that we will bless them. They are a blessing to others - we bless them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, as I was leaving their school after eating lunch with Chandler and then hanging out with Jaci at recess, one of the teacher's aides (or whatever they call them these days) came up to me and said, "I just want to tell you have DELIGHTFUL your girls are....and I don't just say that to everyone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, that warms a mamma's heart, ya know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-4589657600335437580?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/4589657600335437580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=4589657600335437580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/4589657600335437580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/4589657600335437580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/08/little-somethin-we-do.html' title='a little somethin&apos; we do'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-3971241752286624986</id><published>2007-08-18T07:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:31:35.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>emotionally unattached mom...</title><content type='html'>...Yeah, that's me. I think there's something really wrong with me, like I don't truly love my kids or something. I mean, shouldn't a mother who is sending her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt; off to preschool feel sad or something? Shouldn't I be sent into emotional turmoil and mama bear claws of protection flare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, none of that happened yesterday. I wasn't one bit hit with a nervous stomach ache as Robin boldly walked up to the preschool door. I was just....happy. Not happy that, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WooHoo, my life's my OWN now&lt;/span&gt;. But just happy for this next chapter in life - for all of us. And, sheesh, she's been soooo excited about starting preschool, it would seem a shame for me to be sad when she is so stinkin' happy. I'm happy for her. I'm happy our lives extend beyond ourselves into the community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if being happy that my kids have this life of school makes me a bad mom then, I confess. But if rejoicing with those that rejoice and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;strategically&lt;/span&gt; launching my arrows into our planet (with MUCH prayer) is OK, then maybe I'm not such a bad mom after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/Rsbyv4U2jmI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/JOkkH2nx3VI/s1600-h/robinprek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/Rsbyv4U2jmI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/JOkkH2nx3VI/s320/robinprek.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100030532431285858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/RsbzZIU2jpI/AAAAAAAAAEo/hdqV96_uX8g/s1600-h/robinback.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/RsbzZIU2jpI/AAAAAAAAAEo/hdqV96_uX8g/s320/robinback.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100031241100889746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/RsbzZYU2jqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/f5ZtNENIINo/s1600-h/robinpuzzle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/RsbzZYU2jqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/f5ZtNENIINo/s320/robinpuzzle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100031245395857058" 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/1777262196012133342-3971241752286624986?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/3971241752286624986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=3971241752286624986' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/3971241752286624986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/3971241752286624986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/08/emotionally-unattached-mom.html' title='emotionally unattached mom...'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/Rsbyv4U2jmI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/JOkkH2nx3VI/s72-c/robinprek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-2409652602721177108</id><published>2007-08-16T09:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:31:36.257-06:00</updated><title type='text'>at the edge of my seat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/RsRfxIU2jhI/AAAAAAAAADo/6eosZAQ-EqM/s1600-h/jacischool.jpg"&gt;Jaci, ready for 4th grade&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/RsRfxIU2jhI/AAAAAAAAADo/6eosZAQ-EqM/s320/jacischool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099305975743417874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chandler, ready for 1st grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/RsRfxYU2jiI/AAAAAAAAADw/uKBS57XPmYY/s1600-h/chandlerschool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/RsRfxYU2jiI/AAAAAAAAADw/uKBS57XPmYY/s320/chandlerschool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099305980038385186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, today...first day of school! Our morning did not go as well as &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);" href="http://stillhisgirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/downpour.html"&gt;this lovely families&lt;/a&gt; did yesterday. But we made it. Everybody got up in time and was ready but at the last minute it started to rain which meant we needed to take the interstate instead of the gravel road. Which meant we should of left 5 minutes earlier. And when we finally did head to the car, Chandler needed to go potty first. And as I was finally the last one out the door, I realized their lunchboxes were still in the fridge. Yeah, chaos. But, like I said, we made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is number 2 in public school. Last year was our &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://homeschoolblogger.com/javamamma/138014/"&gt;'big change'&lt;/a&gt; as the older two girls went to public school for the first year. I'd home schooled Jaci from pre-school up through 2nd grade. And just started Chandler on some pre-school/kindergarten stuff. I'd felt God stirring in my heart about not home schooling since mid-year of the last home school year and then last August we took the plunge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God confirmed that we were obedient through the entire school year and wow, it does a heart good to know you're living in obedience. The kids will continue in the same public school this year and then, as we said from the VERY beginning, we will take one year at a time. (My Beloved said that about kids too - we didn't set a number or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; set a number if you please -he said, we'll take them one at a time. And so we have ....three.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this week brings yet another transition for our family, as little Robi-bird will head to preschool for 3 mornings a week. I've never sent any kids to preschool before. Never really thought I ever would. But after living a year in an only child mode, Robin seems to be a prime candidate for a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school (as in, pre-kindergarten) life. There's something about how a mother bonds with her last child that may make life more traumatic when the last one 'flies'. And this seems like the best way to make August 2008 a bit more bearable for her and me. She's pumped and has been asking WHEN she starts, for months. Tomorrow can't come fast enough for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; this year is going to be like. We still are believing for some radical changes within our ministry - life would change drastically for me then. I'm at the edge of my seat though, waiting for whatever God opportunities 2007-2008 will bring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-2409652602721177108?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/2409652602721177108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=2409652602721177108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/2409652602721177108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/2409652602721177108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/08/at-edge-of-my-seat.html' title='at the edge of my seat'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/RsRfxIU2jhI/AAAAAAAAADo/6eosZAQ-EqM/s72-c/jacischool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-3710620142217680462</id><published>2007-08-15T13:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:31:36.842-06:00</updated><title type='text'>9 years ago...yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/RsNYVojZmkI/AAAAAAAAADA/xiSSmnwj_yc/s1600-h/jaci+cake.jpg"&gt;Yes, 9 years ago yesterday I had just birthed my first child (in the comfort of our own home). After about 10 hours of easy, slow labor and a few more hours of hard, real labor - our first girl had arrived; 7 lbs. 2 oz. and lots of dark hair, she was a beauty. Well after her very-cone-shaped head turned into a nice little round head. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday we celebrated the 9 awesome years of Jaci's life. She wanted a carnival theme so we cooked up some delicious, fatty, high-calorie, high sugar foods and invited 3 families over to party with us. We put up some outdoor games that she got as an early present from her grandparents so the kids had some outdoor fun while the adults mostly chatted within the air-conditioned haven of our home.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/RsNYVojZmkI/AAAAAAAAADA/xiSSmnwj_yc/s1600-h/jaci+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/RsNYVojZmkI/AAAAAAAAADA/xiSSmnwj_yc/s320/jaci+cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099016331799927362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From this angle, the cake almost looks like a hot air balloon, but it's not. Jaci was pretty adamant about having a ferris wheel cake. So even though I told her I didn't think it would be the most fabulous-looking cake we've ever done, she still wanted it - so that's what she got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/RsNYV4jZmlI/AAAAAAAAADI/M-PluJheF3g/s1600-h/jaci+gift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/RsNYV4jZmlI/AAAAAAAAADI/M-PluJheF3g/s320/jaci+gift.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099016336094894674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what we got her. A 'craft bag' filled with scrapbook supplies. She lives up to her name which is 'maker of the beautiful' - Jaci Taylor.&lt;br /&gt;The most unique gift she got was 4 snails... like real aquarium snails. What do you do with snails?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/RsNYV4jZmmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Fa83a55qe6Y/s1600-h/jaci+ky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/RsNYV4jZmmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Fa83a55qe6Y/s320/jaci+ky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099016336094894690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Jaci and her aunt. Yes, not her cousin, but her 7 1/2 year old aunt. &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://javamamma.blogspot.com/2007/08/yay-for-me.html"&gt;I told you we were a crazy big family.&lt;/a&gt; :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Days, Jaci-Mace! We're so very proud of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-3710620142217680462?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/3710620142217680462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=3710620142217680462' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/3710620142217680462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/3710620142217680462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/08/9-years-agoyesterday.html' title='9 years ago...yesterday'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/RsNYVojZmkI/AAAAAAAAADA/xiSSmnwj_yc/s72-c/jaci+cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-4519785993949928899</id><published>2007-08-08T12:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T12:54:00.092-06:00</updated><title type='text'>we live too close</title><content type='html'>So we surprised the kids. At the beginning of summer I had made some plans to make sure the summer didn't pass without us doing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; 'out of the norm'. We got in a few crafts and the kids did a gob of reading but most of the plans that required finances - got duped. Except....the Surprise Day which was last Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids have been looking forward to this surprise and have had no idea what it could be. We took them to a hotel in the city just 1/2 hour away. And this is why... We stayed in this particular hotel a few times before we moved to this area and the kids dubbed it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; hotel. Since we moved here a little over 2 years ago, the kids have asked numerous times, "When are we going to stay at our hotel?" And our answer? "Never. We live too close."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we decided to fulfill their desires and book a room. They didn't have it figured out until I actually went in to get the key to our room. Score for mom's secret behavior!  They got to swim as much as they wanted, ate out twice, and got to have Belgian waffles in the lobby for free. All when we could have just driven to our house a mere 30 minutes away. Fun times in the life of a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even for my hubby and I, it was fun to escape a little bit from the mundane. Of course, we can never use the "We live too close" line again. Dang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-4519785993949928899?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/4519785993949928899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=4519785993949928899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/4519785993949928899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/4519785993949928899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/08/we-live-too-close.html' title='we live too close'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-939839321231876957</id><published>2007-08-06T08:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T08:33:24.997-06:00</updated><title type='text'>black pieces of poo</title><content type='html'>In  a home of 3 little ladies, you can bet that 'playing house' is top on the list of things to do. They often have every doll and stuffed animal out, thus each having extremely large 'families'. They play what they see - everything as 'real life' as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last night I notice Robin cutting smallish bits of black construction paper. Didn't pay much attention. I'm used to her itty-bitty messes. Next thing I see is her pulling a diaper off a doll with...the black construction paper stuffed in it.  Hmmm, if only real poopy diapers were that easy to clean up. She did all the antic of a messy, smelly diaper though.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ew, gross, baby, you stink&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that one was a learned trick from her big sisters and, wow, aren't they creative?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-939839321231876957?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/939839321231876957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=939839321231876957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/939839321231876957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/939839321231876957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/08/black-pieces-of-poo.html' title='black pieces of poo'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-5346161994795672837</id><published>2007-08-05T15:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T16:03:41.889-06:00</updated><title type='text'>'can't forget' phrases</title><content type='html'>It is really funny to hear a 4 year old say, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah, that's gotta hurt."&lt;/span&gt; But yesterday, while watching a 'biggest splash' contest at the pool, that's the phrase from Robin's lips&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Later that day, it popped out during some show about sharks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's learned it from the pool this summer. Too many big kids doing wild flips from the board and too many little kids learning to dive -and not quite making it. Funny stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-5346161994795672837?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/5346161994795672837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=5346161994795672837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/5346161994795672837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/5346161994795672837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/08/cant-forget-phrases.html' title='&apos;can&apos;t forget&apos; phrases'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-4573600480057253452</id><published>2007-07-30T13:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:31:37.258-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my baby is 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/Rq47cIjZmeI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0dU822fxhZs/s1600-h/cake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/Rq47cIjZmeI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0dU822fxhZs/s320/cake2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093073583120947682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the birthday queen! Robin turned 4 yesterday. Yes, my 'baby' is now 4. Talk about a new page in life. I've never had a 'baby' who was 4. My other 2 each stopped being the 'baby' at&lt;br /&gt;2 1/2 yrs. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/Rq47cIjZmfI/AAAAAAAAACY/cwSX6RsFouE/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/Rq47cIjZmfI/AAAAAAAAACY/cwSX6RsFouE/s320/cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093073583120947698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went with an 'under the sea' theme after seeing some cupcakes at Sam's Club with crabs, seahorses, etc on them. I found this idea online. I also made &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://familyfun.go.com/utilities/global/feature/fftv-archive-video-player/fftv-archive-video-player.html?video=mock_sushi"&gt;Mock Sushi&lt;/a&gt;. (I guess this link is for the 'how to' video. somehow they deleted the actual recipe. And of course, I forgot to take pics.) Very cute. And yummy too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/Rq47cYjZmgI/AAAAAAAAACg/0TTqPE8E_O8/s1600-h/gift1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/Rq47cYjZmgI/AAAAAAAAACg/0TTqPE8E_O8/s320/gift1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093073587415915010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For some reason, Little Bird asked for an alarm clock for her birthday. Maybe because she is starting pre-school in a couple weeks? Not sure. But I figured I'd make her day by spending the $5. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little story about the child who was born on July 29th... When I was pregnant with my first child, I was 'confident' I would go late. My mom was always late, my grandma delivered &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;twins&lt;/span&gt; 2 weeks late, blah, blah, blah. So, no surprise when Daughter #1 showed up 12 days late. Crazy enough, Daughter #2 was also &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12 days late&lt;/span&gt;. Now with Robi-bird, being my 3rd child, I was just SURE that I would go on time, maybe even early I thought. (I also thought she was a boy) But even if she wasn't 'on time', I could not possibly go over 12 days late, right? Ha. This child was 1 day shy of being 3 weeks late! In case you're wondering what insane doctor let a woman go that long in this age - I had a great doc that I saw through the pregnancies and then delivered at home... all three girls. That to say, we tend to do things the old-fashioned, natural way in my circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she arrived, finally, at 9 lbs. 2 oz. A beautiful, full head of dark hair, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; baby. Some said she looked like an 'Indian' baby (like really from India). And with that weight, kept up the pattern of each of my children being one pound heavier than the last. THAT, my friends, is why we have 3 - not 4!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was soon obvious that this child was blessed with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;passion&lt;/span&gt;. In her infancy, it was mamma's milk she was passionate about. I've never had such an aggressive nurser. 4 years later, her passion comes out in different ways (though she still likes to eat!). I don't want to damper that passion, just direct it towards Jesus and His ways. She is my free-spirited little bird - flitting where she may!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-4573600480057253452?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/4573600480057253452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=4573600480057253452' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/4573600480057253452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/4573600480057253452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-baby-is-4.html' title='my baby is 4'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/Rq47cIjZmeI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0dU822fxhZs/s72-c/cake2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-1554900479403501270</id><published>2007-07-28T09:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T09:18:59.398-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ah, yes GRACE</title><content type='html'>Funny that my last post was titled 'Grace and more Grace'. I have child who was in need of it for the past two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday we had a picnic in the town the kids go to school in. Chandler (6) ended up taking a library book up to the picnic tables. I told her it probably wasn't the best idea but to be sure to get it when we left. Well, wouldn't you know, heading down the interstate to the big town for the afternoon, she discovered she had left it there. Ugh. We don't live in that town, so I had no one I could call and ask to pick it up. Double ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to phone the library and ask them to pretty please go and get it and hold it for us. They accommodated. Thank You Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Friday morning.....the girls were up and ready for summer school early so they had time to play for a while. When it was time, I hollered down for them to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get their shoes on&lt;/span&gt; and get in the car. They obeyed...so I thought when I saw them both in the car. We head down the gravel road a little ways when Jaci pipes up, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Chandler doesn't have any shoes on."  &lt;/span&gt;I'm thinking,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; like she took them off in the car? &lt;/span&gt;Ah, no, she didn't put her shoes on before she got in the car! Now, we are typically a barefoot family. It's pretty normal for the kids not to put shoes on if we're just running to the church or something so it's understandable, sorta. But incredibly frustrating when we're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;headed to school&lt;/span&gt; and have to turn around. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't say I handled either situation perfectly but probably better than I would have 2 months ago. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-1554900479403501270?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/1554900479403501270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=1554900479403501270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/1554900479403501270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/1554900479403501270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/07/ah-yes-grace.html' title='ah, yes GRACE'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-5470419719523528419</id><published>2007-07-25T13:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T13:34:28.171-06:00</updated><title type='text'>grace and more grace</title><content type='html'>I just finished reading Grace Based Parenting...again. My inner-parenting-self so resonates with the heart of this book but so many times my parenting does not reflect &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grace&lt;/span&gt;. Here's a few notes, which I may have blogged in the past but obviously I needed another reminder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Humanity's (thus, children's) 3 driving inner needs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;1. A need for security&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;2. A need for significance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;3. A need for strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Grace doesn't fit well with stricter models of parenting. Grace often contradicts parenting plans that want to distill &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;roles&lt;/span&gt; down into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;checklists&lt;/span&gt;. Grace-based parenting is a heart-activated plan that takes its cues from a daily walk with Jesus Christ. Because of this, grace and strict parenting textbooks will never find themselves in agreement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Grace based families are homes where children are given:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;1. The freedom to be different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;2. The freedom to be vulnerable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;3. The freedom to be candid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;4. The freedom to make mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Grace helps you find the balance point in a world of extremes and keeps you from investing your energies in a long list of things that don't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Legalistic parents maintain a relationship with God through obedience to a standard. The goal of all this when it comes to their children is to keep sin from getting into their home....When these children do sin, they are punished more for allowing the sin to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;happen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;than they are for the fact that it happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace-based homes are not homes without sin or regrets. They are just homes where, no matter what, you can't be written off.&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/1777262196012133342-5470419719523528419?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/5470419719523528419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=5470419719523528419' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/5470419719523528419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/5470419719523528419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/07/grace-and-more-grace.html' title='grace and more grace'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-7269678291290913170</id><published>2007-07-24T09:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T09:44:04.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>water fun</title><content type='html'>While visiting my family this past weekend, we spent an evening at my aunt's house, swimming. I had a ball playing with my 1 1/2 yr. nephew who is fearless in water! The girls had a blast, jumping off the board, trying to dive and just rough-housing with their uncles and aunts (most, there own ages).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Robi-bird started jumping off the side with no flotation devices (usually she wears 'water wings') and kicking her legs like a pro to get the 4 foot over to the steps, head under water! Go Rob-head!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-7269678291290913170?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/7269678291290913170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=7269678291290913170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/7269678291290913170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/7269678291290913170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/07/water-fun.html' title='water fun'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-8515895301365665372</id><published>2007-07-19T21:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T21:50:43.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>insult or compliment</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, Robin told me my hair looked like &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://www.nick.com/all_nick/tv_supersites/jimmy_neutron/characters/jim.jhtml"&gt;Jimmy Neutron's&lt;/a&gt;. When I answered, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What?!?!"&lt;/span&gt; She said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://www.nick.com/all_nick/tv_supersites/jimmy_neutron/characters/jud.jhtml"&gt;MOM&lt;/a&gt; on Jimmy Neutron. It curls up like hers." &lt;/span&gt;I asked if that was a good thing and she said&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yes. &lt;/span&gt;Well, that's good. I really don't like being insulted by a {almost} 4 year old, but if that's a compliment, I'll take it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-8515895301365665372?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/8515895301365665372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=8515895301365665372' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/8515895301365665372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/8515895301365665372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/07/insult-or-compliment.html' title='insult or compliment'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-8532766209395551571</id><published>2007-07-18T21:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T21:56:02.625-06:00</updated><title type='text'>don't get me wrong</title><content type='html'>I'm going to tell you that my girls have really played together well this summer but don't get me wrong - they still fight sometimes, it seems like non-stop. But really, they are incredibly creative when it comes to playing dolls, house, church, school, library, store, etc. They will go into the basement or sunroom or their bedrooms and I can be left in my own world for literally hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dense mother that I am, I asked my husband if this was really a GOOD thing. I think he was, like, 'duh, enjoy it girl.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem with their creativity is the MESS that it brings. And I have a hard time with messes. I'm really trying to loosen up but sheesh, (I'll let you in on a secret) I really like a picture-perfect house. (How's that for transparency?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the girls and I, we have an unspoken compromise - they can trash the house while they play but they have to pick it when it's time. So far this week, they've done really well with our deal - and I think I have too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're enjoying the last drops of summer vacation around here. School starts in, what, 4 weeks I think. I haven't accomplished near as much 'training' as I had planned with the girls but I think I've decided oh well. What's a summer break for anyways? Playing house and trashing the real house, of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-8532766209395551571?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/8532766209395551571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=8532766209395551571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/8532766209395551571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/8532766209395551571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/07/dont-get-me-wrong.html' title='don&apos;t get me wrong'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-6756534239015258971</id><published>2007-07-15T21:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T21:12:38.895-06:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday parties</title><content type='html'>The big girls are each invited to a birthday party this week. Actually Jaci has already left, hers is an overnighter. Chandler goes on Tuesday for the afternoon. Fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls and I will visit Memo &amp; Papa (my parents) this weekend - three hours away. While there, we'll get to attend an anniversary party for our friends/pastors from &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://www.npharvest.com/"&gt;our home church&lt;/a&gt;. Ah, summertime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-6756534239015258971?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/6756534239015258971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=6756534239015258971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/6756534239015258971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/6756534239015258971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/07/birthday-parties.html' title='birthday parties'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-360602771978794344</id><published>2007-07-12T22:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T22:20:42.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'>personality test</title><content type='html'>In the same frame of mind as I posted in my other blog, I found this FREE kids personality test. They are recommended for ages 7-12 but I did one for my 6 y.o. too. Though I don't think it's as accurate as the results for my 8 1/2 y.o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a freak about personality quizzes, love languages, gifting profiles, etc. It actually helps me be a little more understanding with people's 'quirks' (and by that I mean, what I perceive as quirks because they are different than me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it was fun to do &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://www.personalitypage.com/cgi-local/build_pqk.cgi"&gt;THESE&lt;/a&gt; for my kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-360602771978794344?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/360602771978794344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=360602771978794344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/360602771978794344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/360602771978794344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/07/personality-test.html' title='personality test'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-4996566852637472621</id><published>2007-07-09T21:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:31:37.615-06:00</updated><title type='text'>cocoa bean</title><content type='html'>This is our little CocoaBean! She will turn 4 in just 2 short weeks. She was dubbed CocoaBean by a black woman in our church who noticed how tan she is getting. You can't tell by the picture but she is DARK! We love looking at her tan lines - and her 'white butt'. So funny. She wanted this bandana tied on after I (being silly) put it on earlier tonight. But Jaci's (8 y.o.) comment was, &lt;em&gt;"Well, atleast she's the right color for it!"&lt;/em&gt; Yeah, I guess so. Daddy called her Jemima. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/RpL7Npsm7zI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XOBngcVQ0sM/s1600-h/cocoabean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085403141204537138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/RpL7Npsm7zI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XOBngcVQ0sM/s320/cocoabean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/RpL7Npsm70I/AAAAAAAAACA/kbHFEhRMwU0/s1600-h/cocoabean2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085403141204537154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/RpL7Npsm70I/AAAAAAAAACA/kbHFEhRMwU0/s320/cocoabean2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1777262196012133342-4996566852637472621?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/4996566852637472621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=4996566852637472621' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/4996566852637472621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/4996566852637472621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/07/cocoa-bean.html' title='cocoa bean'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/RpL7Npsm7zI/AAAAAAAAAB4/XOBngcVQ0sM/s72-c/cocoabean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-5855040953722249254</id><published>2007-07-08T17:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:31:37.981-06:00</updated><title type='text'>july news</title><content type='html'>Chandler-bean lost her second tooth yesterday!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I was just twisting it and it fell out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Now she's searching her mouth for any other hint of looseness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/RpF5t5sm7wI/AAAAAAAAABg/UvInG1uFew4/s1600-h/andi+tooth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/RpF5t5sm7wI/AAAAAAAAABg/UvInG1uFew4/s320/andi+tooth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084979283766996738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news... This is the pile of candy the kids 'bagged' from the big 4th of July parade in our &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://www.waymarking.com/wm/details.aspx?f=1&amp;guid=9162d63d-867d-431b-b803-98591b3d9a00&amp;amp;gid=3"&gt;4th of July City&lt;/a&gt;! Thankfully, they are pretty picky candy eaters so we eliminated a portion of it...after I picked out what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/RpF5t5sm7xI/AAAAAAAAABo/kwQTpFPgxPM/s1600-h/candypile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/RpF5t5sm7xI/AAAAAAAAABo/kwQTpFPgxPM/s320/candypile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084979283766996754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, since I'm working backwards anyways....Here's the chicks in their cheerleaders get up. They won the "Husker Fan" Division (my eyes are rolling because of the &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/07/they-are-thrilled.html"&gt;SIXTEEN categories&lt;/a&gt;). They did get $10 cash instead of a gift card though.  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/RpF8lpsm7yI/AAAAAAAAABw/q03Ijjpfzmc/s1600-h/DSCF2543b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/RpF8lpsm7yI/AAAAAAAAABw/q03Ijjpfzmc/s320/DSCF2543b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084982440567959330" 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/1777262196012133342-5855040953722249254?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/5855040953722249254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=5855040953722249254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/5855040953722249254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/5855040953722249254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/07/july-news.html' title='july news'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/RpF5t5sm7wI/AAAAAAAAABg/UvInG1uFew4/s72-c/andi+tooth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-5668513249907422169</id><published>2007-07-03T07:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T07:56:34.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>they are thrilled</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's the BIG day. The kids parade here in our tiny little town. This is our 3rd year of participation. To some families here in town - this is a BIG deal. Like a Little Miss pageant, they spend way too much money and time on a float and dressing their kids up for the 3 blocks (or is it 2?) they coast through downtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, our idea's are usually pretty thrown together. Number 1, I'm not terribly creative. Number 2, it's a KID's parade, down 2-3 blocks with MAYBE 100 people watching, probably more like 50. And number 3, I want this to be FUN for my kids. I don't want them to have to endure phsyco-neurotic mom for a month because I'm 'getting the float ready'. (plus with SIXTEEN judging categories, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; wins (a $10 giftcard to WalMart).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I guess I have some pretty serious issues about this deal. I feel better. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that said, my kids are being &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://www.huskers.com/SportSelect.dbml?DB_OEM_ID=100&amp;KEY=&amp;amp;SPID=41&amp;amp;SPSID=462"&gt;cheerleaders&lt;/a&gt; . I bought cheap little white skirts, cheap little red tank-tops, and cheap little white shoes for girls that needed them. My splurge? Little mascot tattoos for their cheeks. And they are thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, in other news....Channer-bean has just about mastered riding her bike, sans-training wheels! The only practice still needed is the starting part. Yay for my 6 year old!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-5668513249907422169?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/5668513249907422169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=5668513249907422169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/5668513249907422169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/5668513249907422169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/07/they-are-thrilled.html' title='they are thrilled'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-6147113487712908281</id><published>2007-06-28T07:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T07:34:31.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a regular post</title><content type='html'>I started to comment on the comment on the last post and it turned out quite long (as a comment) so I'll turn it into a regular post....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a grace filled day. The kids did really good with the food limitations. My middle one (6) even did fruits and veggies only all day until about 5:30. If you knew our family, you'd know this is quite a feat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other 2 just cut out sugary things, including the beloved 'pink lemondade' which is actually koolaid, ya know. Again, a pretty big deal for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good prayer time in the evening and I prayed blessing over them, using their name meanings as a reference. Pretty cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we just stand still and see what the Lord will do....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-6147113487712908281?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/6147113487712908281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=6147113487712908281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/6147113487712908281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/6147113487712908281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/06/regular-post.html' title='a regular post'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-152405475697463554</id><published>2007-06-26T21:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T21:49:09.061-06:00</updated><title type='text'>in the middle of it all</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow has been dubbed an all church day of consecration for our local body. My Beloved has called people to fast - however they feel led - and then come for a time of prayer in the evening. Of course, in our home, this filters down to the kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discussed tonight what they would do. I know their little minds don't fully grasp the 'fasting principle' - heck, I don't think I do. But we all know we are giving something up to show Jesus that we love Him more....more than our favorite ________. (For me, every type of physical food is my favorite so I have to give it ALL up. :o&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm praying for grace. For me. For the girls to experience God in a real way, a way that their short years will know Him as reality. I believe this will be a sacred day in the life of our Body. Not that we've never spent time seeking Him in this way before. But, this is a NOW moment for us. And I want my girls to be right in the middle of it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-152405475697463554?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/152405475697463554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=152405475697463554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/152405475697463554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/152405475697463554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-middle-of-it-all.html' title='in the middle of it all'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-4662728066668519904</id><published>2007-06-23T13:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T13:46:18.862-06:00</updated><title type='text'>lest parents of boys think....</title><content type='html'>.....that parents of girls don't get the 'gross out' moments. A story for ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was doing some much needed housework. After our week of swimming lessons and VBS'ing - the house was in dire need of some tender loving care. (the fact we're having 2 families over for lunch tomorrow didn't have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; to do with it - ha!) Anyways, I was doing some housework and noticed a couple windows on our french doors into our sunroom were pretty smudged so I grabbed the Windex and knelt down. As I approached the window, I realized what the smudge was - BOOGERS! Oh. my. Gosh. Of course, it was the doing of the 3 y.o. She grabbed a kleenex and 'got it'. Yeah, right. I did some serious scrubbing with Windex and papertowels to get that smear off. Deee-scus-ting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-4662728066668519904?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/4662728066668519904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=4662728066668519904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/4662728066668519904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/4662728066668519904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/06/lest-parents-of-boys-think.html' title='lest parents of boys think....'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-6859578409914609571</id><published>2007-06-21T21:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T21:22:08.262-06:00</updated><title type='text'>cowboy lapse</title><content type='html'>The girls, especially the older ones, have the worst sunburns they've probably ever had. They never really burn beyond pink cheeks and shoulders but 8 hours in the sun over 2 days did them in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we don't have swimming lessons tomorrow, we're going to lounge around shirt-less and watch movies tomorrow. (well, I don't have a sunburn so I'll keep mine on!) No swimming lessons also means we get to catch up on sleep a little before tomorrow night's &lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" href="http://groupvbs.com/2007/AvalancheRanchnu/index.asp"&gt;VBS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" href="http://groupvbs.com/2007/AvalancheRanchnu/index.asp"&gt; finale. Wah-Hoo! &lt;/a&gt;(click the link to understand why I just had a cowboy lapse)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-6859578409914609571?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/6859578409914609571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=6859578409914609571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/6859578409914609571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/6859578409914609571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/06/cowboy-lapse.html' title='cowboy lapse'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-6754220548003302025</id><published>2007-06-19T15:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T15:31:58.067-06:00</updated><title type='text'>$15 total</title><content type='html'>This was the first day of swimming lessons because of rain yesterday morning. The 2 older girls were signed up and ready to roll. I had decided against having Robin take this year because I wasn't sure she was tall enough and she was OK with not taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we found out all her friends were starting up this year so she (and I) decided to give it a shot. She LOVED it. She has one of the most passionate personalities of anyone I know - and the lifeguard's got a taste of that today. Makes me giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow this foursome of 3 and 4 year olds will jump off the diving board for probably the first times in their little lives. Robin's pumped. (we'll see how pumped she is when she gets out there tomorrow) Fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love our small town pool. Our family of 5 swims all summer for $50. The 3 kids take 2 weeks of lessons for $15 TOTAL. How great is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-6754220548003302025?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/6754220548003302025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=6754220548003302025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/6754220548003302025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/6754220548003302025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/06/15-total.html' title='$15 total'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-1810183301246859350</id><published>2007-06-17T21:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T22:00:13.865-06:00</updated><title type='text'>little athlete &amp; a clear picture</title><content type='html'>(just mamma's ramblings here. for documentary purposes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaci had Volleyball Camp last week. Four afternoons. She really liked it and apparently did pretty well. She earned a certificate that they didn't just pass out to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also is in the middle of softball season. This is only her second year but she enjoys that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This opposite-of-sporty mamma has herself a little athlete in the making. I'm proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other kid happenings....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday Jesus chose to reveal Himself to my girls in a very real way. We were at prayer and the kids were doing their own thing. No problem so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the day, the youngest 2 were playing at the neighbor's and I told them NOT to get wet. (the wading pool was out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to prayer. Jaci came in after prayer, soaked and said, "I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;accidentally&lt;/span&gt; got wet." Yeah, right. I, evidently, wasn't clear on my non-approval and she went back and continued playing in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we are just about to get in the car, Chandler comes over, soaked. She KNEW the no-getting-wet-rule so this was in the spanking realm. I gave the needed warning and we headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were both sent to put pj's on and wait for discipline. That minute I got a phone call. The neighbor, taking full blame for them both getting wet. Now, it was not his fault they got wet and I contemplated carrying out full judgment. BUT I got a Holy Spirit nudge to use this as a picture of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were both guilty, deserving of punishment. YET someone else was accepting full responsibility for their wrong doing. What a clear picture of the Gospel, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-1810183301246859350?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/1810183301246859350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=1810183301246859350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/1810183301246859350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/1810183301246859350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/06/little-athlete-clear-picture.html' title='little athlete &amp; a clear picture'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1777262196012133342.post-1170871763008713968</id><published>2007-06-12T17:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T17:06:34.539-06:00</updated><title type='text'>totally unscripted</title><content type='html'>This happened a week ago (june 3) but I don't want to forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were sitting visiting with a couple guys after our 20-somethings group, and Robin all the sudden ran and jumped on Mitch's lap. She whispered in his ear, "I wanna pray." And so she did. She prayed for the guys and our family and that was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally unscripted, unprompted, but beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1777262196012133342-1170871763008713968?l=javamamma3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/feeds/1170871763008713968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1777262196012133342&amp;postID=1170871763008713968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/1170871763008713968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1777262196012133342/posts/default/1170871763008713968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://javamamma3.blogspot.com/2007/06/totally-unscripted.html' title='totally unscripted'/><author><name>javamamma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02652006173549315099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd58QJAjDF0/SavnfYQrBSI/AAAAAAAAA5w/Cx5l7ljYmzk/S220/usuniv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
